Cptn Corizon

Wha, she keeps a Jeresy as a pet?

Part III Weyoun’s weak amethyst eyes flittered over the face of the Founder. “I fear, Weyoun, a sleeping giant has awakened.” “Surely,” Weyoun said, trying to be sure of himself. “There is no enemy that the wisdom of the Founder and the might of the Jem’Hadar can not overcome.” The Founder’s placid eyes belied the fear building in her mind. “They are a foe beyond any of us.” Weyoun froze in place. A foe beyond the will of the Founders? Was that possible? He finally crooked his neck, waiting for an explanation. “Thousands of years ago,” the Founder finally said with some reservation. “The Changelings were a peaceful race. We welcomed solids with open arms to our first homeworld, and our society flourished.” Nodding, Weyoun listened intently. “In ancient days,” she said, a hint of fear in her voice. “There was a great empire whose reach extended across the quadrant. They ruled with their might, their will and the iron claws of war..” Claws. Weyoun quirked his eyebrows. “For hundreds of thousands of years their Empire stood unquestioned in the Gamma Quadrant,” she paused. “Until…” “Until?”

To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon Camelot Station, Commanding Officer Re: Lt E.J. Pilot and Lt. Crispin Xavier -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0602.12, Lt. E.J. Pilot and Lt. Crispin Xavier have been promoted to the rank of Lt. Commander. This decision comes after extended review of their service and dedication to the U.S.S. Excalibur and Morningstar. It is a pleasure to have such a capable officers aboard and I sincerely hope we will profit from their assistance in the future.

Mission Brief: WAR! 021906.txt

Mission Brief: The USS Morningstar is 10 minutes from Camelot Space, with the Dominion Fleet is 32 minutes behind them. Giving us 42 minutes before all hell breaks loose 021206.txt

Mission Brief: The Morningstar arrived at the Aquaran, albeit to late. The were ambushed by a group of Jem'Hadar attack vessels, and are battling them as a large group of something has been detected on screen as we pick up. 020506.txt

Mission Brief: The Morningstar has detected what appears to be the Aquaran, though they won't know for sure till the get with in visual range and ar ehoping to end their mission.As we pick up our hero's are about to enter visual range of the object. 012906.txt

Isn't it Adorable...

::supposes Kresh doesn't count:: A scorpion?

Commander Ah-Windu Corizon placed his hand upon the consol, absorbing the massive amounts of data that had just been thrown at him in the period of what seemed like five minutes. Excalibur and the ‘Dragon Fleet’ had tipped the balance of the Battle of Camelot, saving what had begun to look like sure defeat – he made a note to send the Sorehl a thank you card. But just as Corizon was beginning to feel relieved, despite the heavy damages the allied fleet had taken, Sprint delivered more bad news. Reports coming in from hundreds of Dominion worlds…they’re under attack. Corizon grasped for something to say; “From who?” was all he could muster. Sprint shook his head. “Unknown sir,” he said looking over the hundreds of reports streaming in. “They’re shaky at best. The Dominion Communications grid has been damaged…” Again Corizon searched for words. “Get…” his mind raced. “Get Sorehl, Day, K’Vorlag, N’Kedre, Khevio…and what ever Vorta you can find into the Round Table ASAP…” Sprint nodded. Corizon looked over the incoming communications; they were garbled. Some of them less than a few broken lines of automated distress beacons. Hundreds of worlds were under attack. But from who? Could the Hundred really have orchestrated such a massive offensive? The questions swirled around in his head. While others would be celebrating the victory of the moment, the latest twist in this tangled web had Corizon perplexed, worried and anxious. And one question continued to haunt; but who?

The Newly Refited Excalibur-B Specs: Class: Sovereign – Iowa Variant Type: Dreadnought Unit Run: 1 constructed; 1 under construction; 3 more commissioned Commissioned: 2380-PRESENT Dimensions: Length : 690 m Beam : 240 m Height : 89 m Decks : 27 Mass: 5,290,500 Metric Tons Crew: 1650 officers/enlisted + Flight Crews Armament: 18 x Type XII Phaser Arrays, total output 127,500 Terawatts 1 x Multi-Directional phaser turret, 4 Class I cannons 2 x Twin Class II rapid fire phaser pulse cannon 2 x Rapid Fire Quantum Torpedo Launcher + 300 torpedoes 8 x Burst Fire Torpedo Launchers + 400 torpedoes 3 x MV Rapid Fire Plasma Pulse Cannons 10 x AFG Turrets, total output 500 Terawatts 2 x Dual Tube Anti-Torpedo Counter Measure Launchers +80 Measures Defense Systems: Regenerative shield system, total capacity 5,000,300 TeraJoules Metaphasic Shield System Heavy Duranium/Tritanium Double hull plus 20 cm Ablative Armor. High level Structural Integrity Field Propulsion / Power Systems: Warp Propulsion and main power provided by a Type X-B M/AM Reactor Main reactor supplemented by four high output fusion reactors, can also supplement auxiliary power; feeding two nacelles Impulse power provided by four impulse engines powered by four fusion reactors encased within engine housing. Maneuverability provided by a series of twelve surface mounted retro-thrusters pods [six retro-thrusters per pod] and a series of fourteen embedded RCS thruster quads Warp Speeds (TNG scale) Normal Cruise : 8 Maximum Cruise : 9.94 for 12 hours Maximum Rated : 9.96 for 8 hours. Diplomatic Capability: Grade IV Expected Hull Life 120 years Refit Cycle: Minor : 5 year Standard : 15 years Major : 30 years History: The USS Excalibur-B, originally planned for mothballing, was instead chosen to be part of a new type of Sovereign-class vessel—The Iowa Project; born from Starfleet’s need for heavily armed ships-of-the-line that could support their many outposts on the fringes of Federation space, and also conduct exploratory missions. Thus far two Sovereigns (Sovys) have been up-rated to this new type and given the rare distinction of being labeled as a ‘Dreadnought.’ The Iowa-type (Also known as the Excalibur-type, as the USS Excalibur-B was actually completed several months before the USS Iowa, NCC-87563) has a wide range of internal modifications, including, but not limited to: larger SIF generators, more powerful shield generators, heavier weapons complement with more weapons storage, thicker ablative armor, and a slightly larger warp-core unit (known as a Type-X-B, it is specific to the Iowa-type). Another of the upgrades in weaponry is an entire complement of “secondary” batteries, and defensive weaponry; among them, new Anti-Fighter Guns (AFG) Turrets. Each AFG turret consists of twin 50 terawatt phaser cannons. The turrets can be either fired manually by a gunner or set to auto-defend. The purpose of the AFGs is to protect against smaller attack and fighter vessels without diverting primary batteries. The ten AFG’s are positioned as follows: two directly fore, positioned above and below on the bow of the vessel; two ventrally located mid-saucer; two located on the outside of the nacelle struts; one located ventrally mid -stardrive section; one located dorsally mid-stardrive; two located ventrally at the stern, covering the fighter launch bay. The second of these weapons is the Multi-Vector Plasma Pulse Cannons, each fitted with gatling-style barrels (to avoid burnouts). These weapons are used for a similar purpose as the AFG guns, but have a larger area of coverage, and can defend against more heavily shielded targets than the AFG Turrets. Though they are considerably less accurate, they cause a lower overall power drain. The three cannons are placed as follows: two dorsally, mid-saucer on either side of the bridge; one dorsally, aft saucer, located above the Saucer Shuttle Bay. The MV Plasma Pulse Cannons, unlike the AFG’s, can not be fired manually by gunners, but are instead set to auto-defend, letting independent computers target and fire once they’re activated on the bridge. The third of these weapons, and perhaps most innovative, is the Anti-Torpedo Measures, or ATM’s. Developed to help give Federation starships protection against the ever increasingly powerful torpedo based weapons of adversaries, the ATM is effectively a canister containing a gravimetric field generator that creates a strong gravimetric signature that incoming torpedoes lock onto and impact the canister as opposed to the hull of the vessel. The Iowa-type has been fitted with 2 dual tube launchers, one fore and one aft. The launchers repel the canisters when sensors detect incoming fire (one canister per every 5 torpedoes; one canister can effectively disperse up to four torpedoes simultaneously). The canisters have sensors which are set to activate the gravimetric field once the canister has cleared a safe distance from the vessel. The Excalibur-B has additional modifications that are specific to the Excalibur-B and may or may not be included in the other four vessels of the Iowa-type. These modifications include bio-neural gel packs augmented with nanite packs. These packs help to offset repair functions controlled by the computer. They perform routine maintenance procedures on ODN and EPS conduits and allow for more accurate information and data when there are emergency situations. Nanite packs are not primary data networks and do not replace gel packs, but help to offset the gel packs when performing certain engineering functions. The ship is also outfitted with holo-emitters that allow for emergency medical procedures, but also allow for modifications to key areas of bridge and crew stations. The holo-emitters allow for the console to be reconfigured in an instant to perform the function the bridge member needs. It not only reconfigures the interface, but it also reconfigures the internal circuitry and processors that are needed for the task at hand. The latest in designs for computer cores have also been implemented, with a more advanced SISO system designed for more automation of ship functions and using a bipolar isolinear positronic matrix for the processor. It allows for more computations than standard computer cores and relieves most of the automated functions needed for emergency situations. Additionally, the Excalibur-B has been equipped with a metaphasic shielding system. In addition to those modifications, the aft shuttle bay has been expanded and converted into a fighter bay, the Excalibur-B carries both Lancelot and Guinevere class fighters in addition to the standard shuttle compliment. Because of the heavy modifications to the superstructure of the original Excalibur-B, as a result of both heavy battle damage in the Gamma Quadrant, and the modifications to Iowa-type standards the Excalibur-B should be viewed as two vessels with the same registry number: Excalibur-B and Excalibur-B Refit. After heavy damage during the Battle of the Wormhole, the USS Excalibur-B was retired from service.

Part II Weyoun recounted the events of the last few months, skipping no details. As he talked, the Founder's expression grew grim. In his long years, he'd never seen one of the Gods show fear – but the look was unmistakable. He'd seen it before on countless faces across hundreds of worlds. The Female Changeling was afraid. "Founder," Weyoun said when he'd finished the tale. "You seem...disturbed." She said nothing. "Surely the Hundred do not frighten one such as you." "The Hundred," she finally said, "are little more than children acting out. They will in time learn the patience that we elders have learned, the patience Odo has gained." "Then why do you seem so..." She sighed. "There are a great many things that even the Vorta do not know about the Dominion." Weyoun raised his brows. He'd never considered that the Founders might lie to the Vorta, what purpose could such deception serve -- unless it was for their own good. "There are two stories about the founding of the Dominion, Weyoun." Again, he could only blink. "There is the one programmed into your gentic code, and passed on to all Vorta..." "And?" "Then there is the truth..."

Excellent Slithers, Exxxcelllent....

Still Doesn't Work :P

Aboard the massive and spanning Dominion Dreadnought – DV-156546Q – the Jem’Hadar first, Jek’Li waited for the Hundred Fleet to pass into weapons range. In the long history of the Dominion, what was about to happen was unprecedented. Never before had the Jem’Hadar fought each other in battle—let alone along side the declared enemies of the Founders. Jek’Li couldn’t even fathom the consequences. He couldn’t imagine what would drive his brethren to forsake those who had breathed life into them; though the Hundred claimed also to be the gods Jek’Li could not abide by any god who set their children to fight amongst each other. To his right, Kilana, his Vorta Commandant slid the eye device over her head and blinked her eyes activate the display. She was unusually strong willed for a Vorta – a respectable quality. But as Jek’Li knew, all the Founder’s creations had their purpose. A blinking light on his consol distracted him. “Vorta…” Kilana’s attention snapped to the Jem’Hadar, her weak eyes suddenly hardening as the same information flashed on her eye-screen. “Take care of it…now.” Jek’Li nodded, and motioned for several bridge officers to follow him, their weapons drawn and in hand. ~ Aboard the flagship of the Romulan Fleet, the RES Storm Falcon, Admiral tr’Shaelon watched the on coming Hundred Fleet apprehensively. Battle and death did not scare him. He’d brushed with both many times in his life. He’d fought everyone on the battle field at least once in his crew, some more than others. What worried him was the unthinkable – defeat for the Allies. If the Hundred were victorious, a new era in the Dominion would dawn. The Founder’s grip upon the harness of their terrible war machine would again be unleashed, of that he was sure. The Hundred would suffer no rivals, in any quadrant. The Alpha Quadrant would burn in the fires of their wrath; too much had been sacrificed in the last war for that to be allowed to happen. His attention quickly shifted at an alarm from his Operations Officer. “Sir!” Blinking quickly and refocusing his train of thought. “Yes?” “Sir I am picking up energy spikes in the Dominion Flagships warp core.” Lifting an eyebrow, “Any indication they’re in trouble?” ~ Jek’Li stalked through the hallways, his weapon drawn, and his security detachment in tow. A less seasoned warrior would be apprehensive at walking point into what was possibly a mutiny or sabotage attempt, not him. As he strode into Engineering, he immediately noticed the quite of the room. The distinctive white glow of Dominion weapon whizzed by striking the Jem’Hadar directly behind him; instinctively Jek’Li rolled behind a pillar for cover, as did the others in his party. On the bridge Kilana cursed in Dominioneese as the fire fight unfolded. “Second,” she called to the Jem’Hadar stationed nearest to her. “Prepare open the airlocks on the Engineering deck.” On a Federation starship, such a command would have prompted the officer to question the sanity of the Captain; but on a Dominion ship, the command went unquestioned. Every loyal Jem’Hadar was prepared to give his life for the Dominion. In Engineering, the battle continued to rage. As near Jek could tell, the Hundred had managed to stow aboard and wait for the opportune time to seize control. However, Jek had gained the upper hand. That was, until, as a last resort the leader of the Hundred insurgents fired upon the containment matrix.

The allied fleets soared into position. Above him, a Miranda-class vessel floated uneasily. Next to him Colonel Kimura glanced at the holotable. Commander Ah-Windu Corizon folded his arms across his chest, a restless expression upon his usually abstemious face. “Colonel,” Corizon’s voice finally came. “Status report?” "My men have taken up their positions, primarily in A-ring and C-ring," the colonel began. "Station security is fully prepped and at alert stations, though I've taken the liberty of shifting some off the Commercial Concourse to reinforce strategic locations on E-ring." Corizon nodded his head slightly. "And you Colonel, how are you holding up?" Kimura grinned. "Don't worry about me, Colonel. The worst thing that's happened to me so far this week is you dropping the XO spot on me." The colonel regarded him for a moment. He spoke again, dropping his voice. "Your first time in command of an operation this large, Commander?" Glancing at the man, thinking for a few moments. "Colonel, I helped plan not only the repatriotion of Deep Space 9, but the invasion of Chintoka and Cardassia." Kimura laughed easily. "Well, I put my foot in that one, didn't I?" He shook his head. "My apologies." "None needed Colonel," Corizon remained straight. "If they break the Romulan and Dominion lines...we're going to be in trouble...” Sobering, Kimura nodded gravely, and regarded the holotable for a long moment. "How much friendly movement do you expect around the station?" he asked suddenly. Tactically assessing the situation. "As little as possible. If all goes according to plan--which it won't. The Romulan and the Dominion fleets will hold them off. The Klingon fleet is stationed it between us and them." He motioned to the holotable showing the fifty or so red dots that lay between the purple and green markings representing the Dominion and Romulan vessels respectively. "They'll run interference against any small groups that manage to run the lines. Our fleet will be positioned just inside the range of Camelot's heavy weaponry..." Kimura was nodding as this explanation progressed. "Well, Commander—understanding that I'm accustomed to thinking in two dimensions -- what's your thought on a line of mines as a perimeter defense?" He traced an short arc across the holo display with a fingertip. "Here. To break any flight that comes through, and open them to Camelot's weapons." Smiling broadly, showing the pointed fangs. "The Romulans are finishing laying a series of Gravitc-Spatial Charges there with proximity fuses." "How many steps ahead of me are you?" Kimura inquired wryly. "Just so I know how fast I need to run." "Can you run on all fours," Corizon finally let a smirk cross his face. "Colonel, I've spent the better part of a year planning the defense of this station against such a force...should the Dominion have ever decided to...evict us." "And now they're helping you pay the rent," he chuckled, letting his gaze drift back to the status board. "If you would have told me I'd be helping those..." he paused. "Abominations save themselves, I would have laughed you in the face." "Ironic isn't it Commander," the stern voice of Admiral tr'Shaelon echoed through the CNC, a few feet behind Corizon and Kimura. The colonel turned, regarding the Romulan mildly. "War makes stranger bedfellows than politics, Admiral," he said. "Witness yourself." Khevio nodded. He'd grown up during an era of isolation, a cold war with the Federation and during constant conflict with the Klingons and Breen. He'd fought side by side with the Klingons and the Federation during the Dominion War. Now he found himself allied with the very people he'd learned to hate. "The charges have been placed. We will activate them once the Morningstar has taken up position." "I hope you have a quick trigger finger, then, Admiral, because Morningstar's coming in with all hell on her tail." Kimura glanced worriedly at the status boards. The Romulan lifted his brows. "How much combat did you see during the last war, Colonel?" Corizon glanced at the Romulan, now was not the time for posturing. "Admiral, with all respects, shouldn't you be departing for your vessel?" "Of course Commander," Khevio said dubiously. "May the Elements smile upon you both." "And you as well Admiral. The balance of an entire Quadrant may hang on this battle."

The Mk III Intrepid class, code named Morningstar, was initially developed in response to Fleet Commander's requests for a small, yet heavily armed warship that could assist in planetary capture situations. Utopia Planitia began working on the project almost immediately as the Dominion War waged on. Initially, Starfleet had requested a completely new design from the ground up, however, it was apparent that in order to properly design such a craft, Fleet would have to divert to many resources at the height of hostilities, an unacceptable option. Thus, the Intrepid-class was chosen to fill this role, as it already met many of the design criteria. However, the small size of the Intrepid-class proved to be an Achilles heal to the project and slowed down development. By the time the first mock-up was completed, all parties had agreed to cessation of hostilities. At first, this looked to be the end of the Morningstar, however, Admiralty elected to continue work on the project as a test bed for a new direction in starship design?building smaller more powerful vessels that could easily defend several sectors at a time. The prototype USS Morningstar, NX-82785, is a significant technological and tactical upgrade to the standard Intrepid-class, externally, most of the changes are the added weapons fixtures. Internally, most of the science bays and luxuries of an Intrepid class were removed to make room for the added weapons and weapon storage. The Main Shuttle bay has also been enhanced/expanded to carry a wide array of fighters and assault landing equipment for planetary assault. The initial plans called for a two warp core system, however, that was scrapped in favor of simply using a slightly modified Intrepid-Core. Starfleet Engineering favored this move because it would keep production time and computer usage down, as well as not needing to add additional Deuterium Storage. The Morningstar has completed her preliminary testing of systems, and is preparing for her first field trials. Preliminary tests revealed only a few minor problems: During Full Battle Mode (All weapons online) all but non-essential systems must be shut down to accommodate for power drain (Note: A Full Battle Test has yet to be completed.); EPS power grid required additional cooling units; shielding system showed a tendency to develop 'soft spots' during weapons testing, however SF Engineering ruled the problem did not present a risk to the project. Technical Data Category Details Model Type: Assault Cruiser Unit Run: Prototype Commissioned: 2375 - Present Length: 355 meters Beam: 133 meters Height: 75 meters Mass: 1,075,500 tons Crew Complement: 150 officers/enlisted plus Flight Crew Normal Cruise: Warp 8 Maximum Cruise: Warp 9.97 Maximum Rated: Warp 9.98 for 6 hours Phaser Armament: 2 Class II rapid fire phaser pulse cannons 3 multi-directional phaser turrets with 4 Class I cannons each 20 Type XI phaser arrays (total output 83,000 TeraWatts) Disruptor Armament: 5 Class I disruptor cannons (total output 60,000 TeraWatts) Plasma Cannon Armament: 4 MV rapid fire plasma pulse cannons Torpedo Armament: 1 standard quantum torpedo launcher + 50 torpedoes 2 multi-vector torpedo turrets, 3 class III torpedo launchers each + 120 torpedoes 2 rapid fire quantum torpedo launcher + 100 torpedoes 4 standard photon torpedo tubes 8 class II burst fire torpedo launcher + 320 torpedoes Shields: Regenerative shield system Shield Capacity: 3.5 million terrajoules Warp Propulsion: Type VII M/AM Reactor 2 high output fusion reactors Impulse Propulsion: 2 multi-vectored impulse engines powered by two fusion reactors encased within engine housing Maneuverability: 8 surface mounted retro-thrusters pods [4 retro-thrusters per pod] and a series of ten embedded RCS thruster quads Beam Firepower: 3,600 Torpedo Firepower: 6,725 Weapon Range and Accuracy: 1,000 Shield Strength: 1,296.29 Hull Armor: 2,000 Speed: 3,159.36 Combat Maneuverability: 7,500 Overall Strength Index: 3,560.70 (Galaxy class = 1,000) Diplomatic Capability: Grade III Expected Hull Life: 120 years Refit Cycle: Minor: 5 years Standard: 15 years Major: 30 years

Now Checkers was a good dog...

The Ox of Chinese Astrology is no bull in a china shop. Steadfast and solid, this powerful Sign is a born leader, being quite dependable and possessing an innate ability to achieve great things. Oxen tend to be plodding and methodical; they approach projects in the step-by-step manner that serves them best, and they never lose sight of their goal. They are tireless workers who are detail-oriented and believe in doing things right the first time. The world may perceive Oxen as being far too serious or incapable of loosening up. This sturdy sort is less than social by nature and tends to become introverted in a crowd. To make things worse, they can't be bothered with what other people think and prefer to do what makes them feel best. Behind that calm facade, though, lives an Ox who can feel hurt, lonely and unable to connect with others. Friends and family are a great source of comfort to this beast, even if they don't always understand what makes the Ox tick. As a lover, friend, family member or housemate, the Ox makes a wonderfully strong, tender and affectionate companion who is protective and always reliable. Out in the world, though, Oxen tend to be stubborn, dogmatic, my-way-or-the-highway kind of people who have no concept of when to back down. Oxen don't care to be pushed, especially since they think they're the good guys of the Chinese Zodiac. There is some truth to that theory, since the Ox is smart, trustworthy, caring and honorable. If you need honest, steady and unbiased advice, call on the Ox. A good lesson for mighty Oxen is to strive to overcome a judgmental nature that keeps them from getting close to others. If they can learn to value their own good qualities, they'll have more room in their hearts to invite others in. The most compatible match for an Ox is the Snake or the Rooster.

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When the smoke cleared, and the debris field of the Borg cube was being searched, Corizon stood upon the observation deck of Spacedock, staring at the ruined remains of the Sussex. She’d taken quite a pounding. Hull breaches riddling her saucer section—a gapping whole through her weapons pod. He wondered how they’d managed to survive. Sighing he turned away from the ruined remains. While the Sussex wasn’t his ship, he was deeply troubled by the amount of damage the fleet had suffered in the battle. Though it hadn’t crippled the Federation, losing forty to fifty ships was a significant blow, especially to the core area they were assigned to protect. And with the new Dominion presence in the Quadrant, he had a sinking feeling they could use every ship they could have at their disposal. Little did he know how right he was going to be, with in a few months, the Dominion War broke into all out carnage. ~ ~ ~ Standing aboard the Lotus as he entered the wormhole, on his was to Camelot. He realized how his life constantly seemed to be at the whim of larger forces. As he passed beneath the gateway to the Gamma Quadrant, he suddenly wished he’d died on the Sussex. No one should have to see the thing he’d seen. Do the things he done. He’d sent young men and women on countless missions during the Dominion War. He’d gotten many of them killed. And for what? To a win war, to save the Federation. That’s always what he told himself. But as he’d come to realize, especially when his own planet was besieged by the Dominion hoard, all empires fall. ~ ~ ~ Watching the massive Dominion Dreadnaught move into position, and reading reports of uprisings across the quadrant, Corizon couldn’t help but wonder if the Dominion’s time had finally come.

On the bridge of the Nebula-class USS Sussex, anxiety filled the air. It was so thick; the commander of the Sussex could have sliced it with his claws. Before him approached the fiercest enemy the Federation had ever encountered. After six years, the Borg had returned. A thousand thoughts filled Commander Ah-Windu Corizon’s head. A silent prayer streamed through his lips. Bracing himself, emotionally and physically, he glanced at the viewscreen, then to the tactical officer. Corizon had command of the Sussex thrust upon him. In the rush to mass a fleet to counter the Borg threat, Vice-Admiral Hayes had grabbed every officer he could find in a two-sector area and tossed them on any ship space worthy. The Sussex had been no exception. When Corizon was introduced to her for the first time, she was setting aloft in Spacedock, minus a crew. She was in the queue for a major overhaul of her sensor network that was expected to take five to six months, and most of her crew had been reassigned to other vessels. He’d been given a ragtag skeleton crew of mostly fourth year cadets and handful of seasoned security officers to man the Sussex with, and hopefully to survive the battle. When he first stepped onto the vessel, he found corridors strewn with ODN Conduit, deck plates missing, and only about thirty photon torpedoes—none of which he found acceptable. They had less than seventeen hours to get the Sussex out of Spacedock and into position in the Typhon-sector. How exactly he was supposed to that eluded him at first. Several communications to officers at Utopia Planetia, McKinley Station, Spacedock, Starfleet Command…and anyone else who owed him favors later and few well placed growls, and he had a full compliment of torpedoes loaded aboard. Though the messy corridors were something he’d have to accept, he supposed. Six hours after Corizon took command of the Sussex, the squat, compact explorer exited Spacedock, headed for a mission far from exploration…though Corizon noted discovery was on the horizon. The makeshift crew was about to find out exactly what they were made off. We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile. The eerie monotone voice that had come to haunt billions of people across billions of worlds echoed across the bridge of the Sussex. His claws reflexively grasped at the arms of his command chair. A low, dark growl seethed between his clinched jaw, “Over my dead body.” The young helmsman before him smiled. “Awaiting you orders, sir.” Corizon nodded. The Sussex had been positioned in the middle of the fleet. The object was simple, destroy the Borg cube at all costs; nothing else mattered but destroying the cube. All other concerns were secondary. The crew needed no reminder of that. The Tactical officer looked over at Corizon. “Sir,” his voice tinged with angst. “Admiral Hayes has ordered all vessels to engage the Borg.” Corizon nodded. “All Hands,” Corizon’s own voice firm and unyielding. “We ride!” The opening moments of the battle zoomed by, but quickly the undermanned Federation fleet found itself scrambling falling back towards Earth. The Sussex managed to escape heavy damage in the initial encounter, with Corizon skillfully having the squat vessel make quick strafing runs at high speeds. The downside being that the Sussex could not unleash large volleys of torpedoes at any one time. Once the Borg Cube entered the system, and finally slowed, and the battle heated. The Federation forces became more desperate. Later Corizon would admit it was the only time in his life, which he found himself running out of tactical maneuvers. “Bring us about!” Corizon shouted loudly, his bridge filled with smoke. “Helm, full speed ahead. Pattern….Delta Nine-Four Titan!” “Tactical,” barking, “Bring weapons to bear on my mark. Give’em everything we got.” “Sir,” the tactical officer, the third officer to fill that station since the beginning of the battle, by Corizon’s reckoning, cried. “Phasers are offline, Torpedo tubes 3-5 offline…” Corizon growled loudly, but found himself flat against the floor as a Borg torpedo slammed against the saucer section. As he pushed himself off the deck, another voice…number four…called out. “Sir, there’s another ship incoming!” “On screen…” Before him was the most beautiful starship he’d ever laid eyes upon. The Sovereign-class USS Enterprise was pounding the Borg Cube. “I’ll be damned…” The rest of the officers watched on with pride as the Enterprise began turning the tide of the battle. “Incoming transmission,” an officer called. “It’s Captain Picard…” Corizon had met the man only once, but roundly acknowledged him to be not only one of the finest Captain’s he’d ever met, but also one of the best tacticians. “Go ahead…” “He’s assuming Command of the Fleet, Admiral Hayes’ ship has been disabled.” Corizon nodded, finally returning to his charred command seat. “Status report.” “Shields are offline, impulse engines down to 25%, phasers are offline, torpedo tubes 3-5 and 7 are offline.” Again nodding, Corizon looked over to the tactical officer, then to the helm officer. “Bring us around.” “Captain Picard is ordering all vessels to target coordinates on the Cube…” “Bring us about; put us on the flank of the Enterprise.”

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When the Governor had finished with his explanation of his encounter with the Changeling Hundred, which, if he did say so himself, was rather cryptic; not that Corizon blamed the Governor in the least, Kilana had nearly came out of her seat at the very notion of the Klingons and Romulans keeping a Founder prisoner, even if he was the enemy. Holding the railing, Corizon made his way up the staircase and onto the CNC, glancing around for Sprint. “Commander,” his voice flat and neutral, “status report?” “We’ve received a transmission from Morningstar,” Sprint affirmed. “They’ve entered the Nebula, and the 72 hour clock is running.” Corizon nodded. “How long do they have now?” Glancing to the status monitor on his console which had the running timer displayed, “70 Hours and 15 minutes.” Nodding once more, Corizon made his way to the Admin console and entered his access code, once again taking operational control of the terminal. “Anything else to report?” “Yes,” Sprint said evenly. “The Yorktown just arrived a few minutes ago.” “Very well,” Corizon said as he tapped on the console. “Have the Yorktown take up position… Alpha J-112/A.” “Understood.” “Tell the fleet to go to Tactical Alert Status One.” “Of course, sir.” Corizon went back to looking at his consol, flipping through his messages and memos. His eyes ran across one which caused his ears to flip to either side. “Oh, this is going to make the Governor a happy camper.” Turning, eyebrow lifted, “Oh,” Sprint said sheepishly. “I thought you should be the one to give him that.” “Funny,” Corizon said with a sly grin. “I was just about to say the same thing.” “Tell who what?” Corizon turned at hearing the unmistakable voice of Governor K’Vorlag. Assuming a serious demeanor, Corizon tried of to think of the…diplomatic way to do this…

Mission Brief: The USS Morningstar has arrived at the edge of the Onarris Expanse and is preparing to enter. 012206.txt