Cptn Corizon

Corizon leaned back into the co-pilots seat as the shuttle Olwyn exited the hanger bay of the Morningstar. “We have cleared Morningstar,” B’Nai Summers said flatly. “Set course for the planet,” Corizon’s own voice lacked emotion. “Warp 4.” B’Nai nodded, she’d already locked in the course before the order was given, and so it only to a slight flick of her wrist to set the proper speed. Moments later the type-XI shuttle jumped to warp in the customary flash, leaving the Moringstar in her wake. “What’s our ETA?” She didn’t have to look. “40 minutes and….” “That’s close enough,” Corizon smiled wryly. “Think you can handle things while I take a short nap?” Summers glanced over to Corizon, “Of course sir…I’ll wake you when we enter the system.” He nodded and swiveled the chair, standing and making his way to the aft section of the shuttle where a small couch-bed existed. The previous hour or so had completely drained him and he needed to rest before scouting out an alien planet. ~ ~ ~ As the Olwyn entered the system, labeled only TL-8765 on Dominion star charts, Corizon made his way back to the co-pilot seat. “What do sensors show?” Summers continued looking forward as she dropped the Olwyn to impulse. “The fourth planet seems to be inhabitied,” again matter-of-fact, “Though from what I am seeing up here…” “Yes?” “Well I hope you brought your umbrella,” she smirked. “The planet seems to be much like Ferenginar.” “That’s comforting,” Corizon frowned. “Let’s hope the people aren’t…” Summers smiled, trying to cover a giggle. “Well looks like we’re about to find out,” she said motioning to a blinking light signaling a hail. Corizon forced the frown away and put on the best diplomatic face he could muster and pressed the button. A few seconds later the screen nearest to him came to life, Corizon’s eyes widened as the visage of a man appeared on the screen. “Greetings, travelers…” The man was pale, almost white. His features were sharp and distinct, and his attire, from what Corizon could see, was dark shades of purple and blue with rich black accents in what appeared to be leather, accenting his pale complexion and yellow eyes. “Greetings,” Corizon said with a slight smile, intrigued by this pale specter, “I am Commander Corizon of the United Federation of Planets.” The man lifted his dark eyebrows slightly. “You must forgive me,” his voice lacked warmth, but it was not in a way as to offend, “But I have never heard of this United Federation.” “That’s not too surprising,” Corizon noted. “We’re from the Alpha Quadrant.” “I see,” the man said, “I am Tanaeis, Port Master for all incoming traffic to Al-Ucard. What business do you have?” “We’re explorers,” Corizon made a conscious effort to hide his fangs, “Our main vessel has had some…technical difficulties and will be arriving in a few hours, we were hoping to secure them safe docking and look for parts that we need to repair our vessel.” Tanaeis nodded considering the request. “You may land on the coordinates I am sending you now. When your vessel arrives, I will inform them of your wherabouts and you of there landing location.” “Thank you,” Corizon nodded. Tanaeis smiled, “I am sure you will find everything you need…Commander…” The transmission ended, Corizon blinked, rubbing his eyes, next to him Summers did too. “We’re those?” “Yes…” “Spooky…” “You have a problem with fangs?” Summers face turned slightly red, “Of course not, sir.” Anxious to change the subject, “We’ve received the coordinates for landing. They seem to be in a rather metropolitan area near some sort of market.” “Good,” Corizon said, happy for the topic change. Though he to couldn’t help but shake the vision of Tanaeis’ sharp fangs. “We should be able to find out if we can aqquire dilithium crystals.” “Entering Al-Ucard atmosphere, beginning landing procedures.”

Mission Brief: Having left orbit from Surma, the Morningstar headed back home to Starbase Camelot. However they had not got far when they were attacked by an unknown...object. Though they managed to escape, the Morningstar was damaged in the attempt. Sensors have been partially repaired and we should soon be able to determine our wherabouts. Also senior staff have been called in for a meeting with Corizon. 102305.txt

Mission Brief: The USS Morningstar has recieved a three day old transmission that is now indicating a massive Hundred insurgency. We have cut our mission with the Surma short and will be leaving orbit as we pick up. Questions? 101605.txt

Writer's Note: Yes, everyone in Pittsburgh knew that, but when your starting QB is out, one does not have much choice B) Writer's Note 2: Ben will start this week, as will Heinz Ward :)

To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon U.S.S. Morningstar, NX-82785 Re: Calvin Defarge -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0510.16, Ensign Calvin Defargehas been promoted to the rank of Lt., Junior Grade. This decision comes after extended review of his 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 his assistance in the future.

To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon U.S.S. Morningstar, NX-82785 Re: Chell Reno -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0510.16, Lt., Junior Grade Chell Reno has been promoted to the rank of Full Lt.. This decision comes after extended review of his 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 his assistance in the future.

The Bungles haven't played anyone yet. We'll see how good they really are next week when Pittsburgh comes to town with a healthy Big Ben. <_<

::Glances at his preseason picks, ignores the AFC West and smiles::

Carve your own Pumpkin! This is Cool <_<

Internally, it took Corizon less than a few seconds to begin analyzing the situation. He’d spent weeks…no make that months examining and evaluating the volatile situation in the Gamma Quadrant. In truth, the reason he’d been assigned to Excalibur had been no small coincidence. Corizon found himself in the lobby outside Vice-Admiral Nugira’s office. The secretary smiled at him. “The Admiral will see you.” He walked in to find Nugira surrounded by PADDs. “Admiral…” “Commander,” Nugira’s voice was labored and stressed. “I am sorry to call you here on such short notice…” “But…” Corizon shifted his weight, his ears standing to either side. Normally he wouldn’t have thought the first thing about being called into the Nugira's office. Since the Dominion War, Nugira had been charge of ATAG and as a senior field analyist, debriefing usually occurred one on one with Nugira. But something was…different now. “But…” Nugira said finally looking up from the paper work. “If you haven’t been watching, the Romulans have been busy stirring up things in the Gamma Quadrant.” Corizon lifted his brows. He’d read the reports, “So I’ve read…” “Well,” Nugira said motioning with his hands. “Captain Sorehl was at the fore front of the Dominion War, and Day’s had plenty of expiernce with battles…” Nugira paused. “But no one in the Quadrant really has much experience in planning for all out war. If things break down…like some of your colleagues think it will…they’ll need your experience.” Corizon nodded his understanding. “So what will be my posting?” “Excalibur needs an Executive Officer.” “Sir?” “Don’t complain. It won’t do you any good.” “I just wasn’t expecting that sort of posting…” Corizon couldn’t hide his displeasure or his scowl. “Oh stop pouting…and don’t even think of giving me the puppy dog look…it doesn’t work for my hound dog…it won’t work for you.” Corizon frowned. “Of course sir.” Though he’d wanted to try it for spite. “Besides,” Nugira continued, “You’ll keep your position with ATAG. Since your posting is classified to begin with, I see no reason to discontinue your services. I’ll expect weekly reports. You can just send them along with your reports to command. Use your ATAG clearance, no one will raise questions.” Corizon nodded. “Understood, sir.” “Very good Ah-Windu. Your transport to Deep Space 4 leaves in three hours, from their you’ll hop a ride on the USS Lotus to Camelot Station.” Corizon nodded his understanding. “Dismissed.” Standing on the bridge, lit by the dim lights of Red Alert, getting ready to go into the breach of impending war, Corizon saw the wisdom of sending him to the Gamma Quadrant. Though he still couldn’t believe that the Hundred were capable of such…massive attacks. Nor could he believe they would act so…openly. They risked alienating the few sympathizers they had with in the Dominion, and risked destablizng the hegemon, which could have far reaching consequences. More importantly, he was worried about Camelot Station. It’s continued existence only served as a symbol everything the Hundred stood against. And he knew that Camelot was not capable of defending themselves against the apparent strength of Hundred. Of course the fact that the dispatch was three days old didn’t help his worried mind. It seemed the weapon of war, the Morningstar, would be thrust into use much sooner than anyone anticipated. The last battle simulation showed Corizon that there was much work to be done. He had twenty days to get the crew ready for war, ready to return to a demolished Camelot and he intended to make the most of that time. Glancing at the chrono above the monitor, he noticed the three hours were almost up. Once more this crew would be sent into the breach. Would they be able to stop the break out? “Lt. Summers,” Corizon leaned forward in the command chair. “Notify the crew that we will be departing in five minutes…”

MISSION BRIEF: The Science team on Surma has uncovered something most amazing....meanwhile, the other teams have recieved orders from Commander Corizon to begin returning to the ship for debrief before the banquet. 100905.txt

Maybe you should give American Subtitles like I do for Romulan :rolleyes:

Mission Briefing: The Morningstar teams continue there survey....again! Adm_Day: Wow, that was brief :rolleyes: Cdr_Corizon: << Short sweet and to the pointeth >> 100205.txt

Yes but do Tums do anything to cure an overdose of Green-blooded-pointy-ears?

To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon U.S.S. Morningstar, NX-82785 Re: Elaine Delgado -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0509.25, Lt. Elaine Delgado has been promoted to the rank of Lt. Commander. 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.

Mission Brief: The Crew of the Morningstar will continue with their respective surveying of Surma. 092505.txt

::looks at list of those with smiting powers, doesn't see Wimblex....snickers and walks off::

Marx

...1,178... :P

31 Days After Morningstar's Departure from Camelot The day the Vorta feared most had finally come, the day when the Founder’s rule would no longer solve all of their problems. Faced with a mounting insurgency, that seemed to grow bolder by the passing hour, and no directive from their gods…the Vorta Council had been left with few options. Keevan, leader of the Council could barely stomach the speech he was about to give to the entire Dominion. But it was his only option. Without guidance from the holy gods, the people were lost, confused …torn between directives. Action was the only course to stem the rebellion before it started. In the city squares, in every home, on every starship…everywhere through the Dominion, the symbol of the Great Dominion appeared. Crowds huddled around the monitors. Word of the Rebel attacks had began to spread through out the Dominion. Fear and panic began gripping worlds. Worlds long under the iron fist of the Jem’Hadar had grown restless. The iron grip of order the Founders had instilled the force subjects of the Dominion weakened. And now, they would hear, for the first time, a directive that did not come from the Founders but from the Vorta. As the Dominion logo slowly faded, Keevan appeared. “Subjects of the Dominion,” he started, the legendry stoic and serene façade all but gone. His voice uneven and craggy. For the first time in his nine lifetimes, he found himself unsure of his path. As he spoke, his voice evened as he tried to convince himself the path he’d chosen was correct. “The rumors you have heard, of Rebel Jem’Hadar and Vorta allying themselves with a group of rogue Founder’s calling themselves only ‘the Hundred,’ are true.” Across the Dominion a collective gasp could have been heard, even among the Jem’Hadar watching the video feed. To the normal soldier, the very idea of rebelling against the gods who’d given them life was incomprehensible. “These acts of hubris and hypocrisy can not go unanswered. Thus only on course of action can be taken. As of this moment, all Dominion held territories well be under a full state of Martial Law.” Eyebrows began lifting, and whispers turned into murmurs. “It is with most heavy heart that I must order such drastic measures. But only with such drastic measures can the peace and security the Founders intended for us be preserved. I pledge to you, the subjects of the most merciful Founders, that these rebels will be found out and they will be dealt with. Any Jem’Hadar, Vorta, or Dominion citizen found to be aiding and abiding this Rebellion will be punished.” He went on for another ten minutes, reassuring the people and offering comfort as the unshakeable yoke of peace the Founder’s had placed upon the Gamma Quadrant began to breakdown. Across the Dominion, the elite wing of the Jem’Hadar…the Grey Battalion began purging anyone the Vorta Council thought could be helping the Hundred. Thousands of civilians, and hundreds of Vorta were systematically put to death. The punishment for the Vorta thought to be colluding with the Hundred was set to be particularly unforgiving…the Vorta’s line would end with them. Branded as traitors, they would never again been cloned. Keevan finished his speech and retreated into the council room, where the council would wait and see if they had stopped the rebellion before Civil War tore the mighty Dominion apart.

Ah yes, but NASA maybe one of the places we get money to pay for Iraq, Katrina, Rita and well anything else that just happens to pop up. Mostly because, well we're going to have to get the money from somewhere, unless you want to have a 12 trillion dollar defecit. It's not really a matter of whether or not we agree with going to the moon, it's more a matter of "oh well...I think I'd rather be able to pay for it first." And just one snide politcal comment...I believe it was Ari Fleisher who said 'There's a new sherif in town of fiscal responsablity." That line always cracks me up :P

What is Tube River, Alex?

Mission Brief: The USS Morningstar has arrived on schedule, 20 days since leaving Camelot, in the Surma system. The intial phases of contact have been made and all the AT's should be preparing for their intial beam downs. Commander Kennin's team will be touring a museum, without their tour guide the President who will be meeting with Morningstar Command Staff. 091805.txt

Three days seemed like three weeks. Corizon had met, just in the past five hours, with seven different Surmac officials; all of them with different concerns and questions about the Federation and the Alpha Quadrant. He found it harder than expected to explain the Federation and it’s mission to race who’d never before encountered the Federation until a passing trader from the Alpha Quadrant mentioned them to the Surmac. In the corner of the Alpha Quadrant Corizon was familiar with, everyone knew who the Federation was…well anyone with space-faring capability. Getting adjusted to a region where you’re no longer the hegemon isn’t easy. Corizon leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. This time he was to meet with the President, yet again. Decorated in light blues and purples, the reception area looked inviting. The chairs were supple and comfortable, he imagined that the President was often busy and thus the comfortable chairs for long waits. Across from him sat an elderly female, the administrative assistant. She looked up from her paper work and smiled softly. “I am sorry to make you wait so long,” her voice was friendly and genuine. “President Hafin is currently in meeting with the Representatives of the Northern Provinces. He’ll only be a few minutes longer I am sure.” Corizon nodded with a smile, careful not to reveal the sharp canine fangs. He’d found the Surmac to be almost frightened of them, and so he’d made a conscious effort to keep them out of view. Hafin, however, didn’t seem to be freighted by anything. Corizon was truly impressed by the man. Hafin had been one of the pioneers of their first days in space. He had a loose style that allowed him to just as easily mingle with the people, as put politician in his place. There was a certain quality about him that reminded him of what humans would call a “space cowboy” reminiscent of a Kirk or a Spock. Corizon spent the first day of the mission with Hafin, touring around the provinces and meeting the various leaders of the provinces. It surprised him that Admiral Day had given Corizon the mission, but it was a welcome surprise. He’d spent the last twenty days cooped up on Morningstar, and wasn’t about to second guess an order that would get him off the ship. Hafin’s secretary looked over as a light flashed on her desk. “Commander Corizon is waiting for you, sir.” Corizon heard Hafin say “send him in.” But waited for the secretary to give him permission. “The President will see you now,” she smiled. “Have a nice afternoon, Commander.” “You too,” he said making his way into the office.

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