STSF Seiben

08 January 2012: In our first sim of the new year, the Challenger away team finish setting up the transport enhancers and ready themselves to beam back to the ship. While waiting for the Perseverance's captain to return from a scouting mission, the rest of survivors of the crashed survivor pack their things, before eventually beaming back to the Challenger upon the return of the captain. Challenger and the survivors bid an unceremonious farewell to the uncharted planet before heading back to Starbase 103 to drop off the survivors of the Perseverance and move onto their next mission. TBS = 6 hours. 010812.rtf

"Koga, it doesn't look good. I thought I'd be blunt and get that out right away" his manager always wasn't one for holding back. "Listen, you're going to need to stay low for awhile, and hope this all blows away" Koga rubbed his chin and sat back on his recliner. He had finally turned on the holo-vision, and indeed, this little gaffe of his was the #1 trending topic on all of the sports and entertainment programs. "Perhaps, it was all the hits to head" one reporter suggested. "Au know, they say au loose IQ points each time au get hit in the head. And the amount of times S'Bien has been socked, I would say his intelligence is on par with that of a potato. And this last gem of a message he sent to that fan, seems to only prove my point" the audience laughed. "And that folks, is this week's #1 bone-headed move of the week! Join us next for...." Koga turned off the holo-viewer. "Ie, not my best choice of actions. I wasn't even drunk that time either. I was trying to catch my dinner and got distracted" he replied. "Well, I think it'd be best for au to lay low for awhile. We'll issue a public apology in your name. Hopefully, things will settle down and over the next few days, it'll just blow over and be old news" his manager said. "But, then we don't know who we are dealing with here. I would say that this woman you've ticked off does have some fairly influential connections. It doesn't seem to be the garden variety fan here. I would be careful on your next actions, as not to further escalate this" Koga nodded. Even though he was retired and didn't have any sponsorship or acting gigs, he still had his honour and reputation to think about. "Let's do that. Perhaps, I should have worded that better. Issue the statement, and let's see what happens". == FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE == In light of recent events, Koga S'Bien, 6-time undefeated heavyweight Keveshrek champion of the Empire would like to issue a formal apology to his fans for his insincerity and lack of foresight in a prior correspondance with a fan. Koga endeavours to read and respond to all of his valued fans. On behalf of etre S'Bien, Koga unequivocally apologises for his unprofessional conduct in regards to the correspondance with said fan, whose name will not be disclosed for privacy reasons. In addition, he may be open to the fan's original request. -- END RELEASE --

Galae Command, Romulus – Outside, it was another bright and sunny day on Romulus. The warm summer’s day brought out many looking to enjoy the favourable weather conditions. Inside the sprawling confines of the Galae Command, the mood was anything but. The Federation attack of the Romulan Outpost stationed in the Neutral Zone had occurred more than a month ago, but emotions were still high. Perhaps the most outspoken person was that of Khre’Riov Radak tr’Malov. Seen by many as a heroic patriot for the Empire, and a highly distinguished career and veteran of countless skirmishes with the Federation and Klingon Empire. tr’Malov earned a reputation for his tough stance and harsh actions on non-Romulan species, showing no mercy and being swift and deadly on all those, foolish enough to battle against him and the Empire. Seen as having the best interest for the Empire in mind, he earned the respect and praise of Command’s more conservative members. Outside of the Romulan Empire, tr’Malov had a reputation of being a cunning, but ruthless individual, and mastermind of many brilliant attacks on neighbouring systems, who wouldn’t be above killing innocent civilians and children to advance the Preator’s power across the quadrant. At the head of a long table, filled with his peers the inflamed Khre’Riov argued his case. “We cannot stand idly by and let those lloahn’nna fvai get away with this ostentatious and cowardly attack! They must pay for their actions. We must strike back with a swift and mighty force, and show them that we will not be trifled with!” Loud cheers and hollering erupted from the table. “We are the Chosen! We are all-powerful and a force in the quadrant not to be taken lightly. Therefore, I suggest we quickly organize a counter-attack on their outposts and colonies. Swift, but brutal and sending a message to those cowardly Federation scum, the Romulan way” More cheering from the crowd emanated. Looking on and listening intently, the Chief of Staff and Commander of the Galae fleet, Daise’Khre’Riov Koga S’Bien looked around the room. A highly decorated commander and veteran of countless battles himself, he was wise but firm. Wise beyond his years, S’Bien earned much respect from his peers for his fairness and impartiality, while being a highly intelligent tactician, who quickly rose to prominence. “Hany’yyo for your passionate case, Khre’Riov. Before we vote for our next course of action, does anyone else have anything to say?” He asked. Another figure raised his hand. “Ie, Daise. I have something I’d like to say” all eyes turned on the man. “Very well, Khre’Riov tr’Kaye. Au may proceed” Koga responded. “Han’yyo. While I respect the opinions of Khre’Riov tr’Malov I am telling au that attacking the Federation is an extremely bad idea. Such a senseless attack will bring nothing but conflict and once again bring war to the Empire and the senseless loss of countless of lives. I ask that au do not go ahead with this senseless plan” tr’Malov looked at tr’Kaye. “Senseless? What are au talking about? The Lloahn’nna blatantly attacked our installation and destroyed several support ships and fighter craft. Have au gone soft, tr’Kaye? Au are suggesting we play nice and act all sugar and gum-drops after the Lloahn’nna Galae committed this brutal attack, which could be considered an act of war, in and of itself?” “War is not the answer, tr’Malov. There are more peaceful ways we can act. We have already contacted the ambassador to Earth to demand an explanation. We can work out a more peaceful solution to work this out, without having to resort to violence!” tr’Kaye retorted. The table shouted and yelled some more, until S’Bien silently raised a hand to quiet them down. “An interesting proposition, tr’Kaye. Please go on” Inwardly, Koga tended to agree with tr’Malov. But as mediator of the Council meeting, his role required him to remain impartial, and so he remained silent as he listened to tr’Kaye. “I suggest we open a dialogue with the Lloahn’nna and work things out over talks to ensure such actions do not happen again” tr’Kaye continued. “Oh, yes. And I suppose we shall invite them over for tea and biscuits and hug while singing songs over the fire afterwards, hmm?” said tr’Malov sarcastically. “Preposterous! If you can only hear yourself, tr’Kaye” interrupted tr’Malov. “Au sound as cowardly and ridiculous as those Lloahn’nna fvai that did this! Au always were soft. Lenient and caring for other’s feeling like some feeble old grandmother, honestly. Why must I listen to anymore of this drivel? Our choice is clear, people. We must act!” Much of the others shouted and heckled tr’Kaye. Once again, S’Bien raised his hand to silence the crowd. “Alright. We have heard compelling cases both for and against initiating a revenge attack. I thank you both for stating your cases” S’Bien said, looking at both tr’Malov and tr’Kaye. “We shall now take this to a vote. Those in favour for initiating a counter-offensive against the Lloahn’nna Galae, say ‘aye’. Those against, say ‘nay’” S’Bien looked around the room. As expected, the room resounded with a shout of “Aye!” Not one person voted against. “Very well” said Koga. “The ‘ayes’ have it. Plans to begin a counter-attack against the Lloahn’nna is to begin immediately. Khre’Riov tr’Malov, I want au in charge.” Tr’Malov smiled and nodded. “Ie, rekkhai. With au’s permission, I would like to personally command the fleet that will wipe those bases off the map” S’Bien reflected briefly and nodded. “Agreed, Khre’Riov. Au will be in command of the Fleet. All resources will be made to your disposal to effectively carry it out. I wish you luck, Khre’Riov. This meeting is adjourned. I remind au all that none of what has transpired will leave this room” S’Bien turned and stepped down from the podium. The other high-ranking officers also followed suit and left the conference hall. Tr’Kaye let out an audiable sigh and gathered his things. “Well, well Khre’Riov. It seems that au are alone in your opinions for… peace.” Tr’Malov sneered. “I don’t think au won any friends with au’s view of diplomacy, tr’Kaye. If I were au, I would watch my back”. TO BE CONTINUED…

With his graphite fishing rod in tow, Koga carefully stepped onto his water skimmer moored at his dock. It was a beautiful, warm day on ch'Rihan. The morning sun glistened off the bright blue water of the lake. Settling into his seat, Koga powered on the skimmer and soon was on his way to his favourite fishing spot in the middle of the lake. At his private villa in the Lake District near the Capitol, Koga enjoyed the peaceful solitude the area offered. The quiet solitude also offered the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts. He once again glanced at his flashing ISD. Bringing the skimmer to a stop, the young Romulan weighed anchor and cast his line. Setting the rod in place, he briefly read the messages that flooded into his inbox. The Mysterious Woman again sent him a message, asking him what he knew about t'Ksa and if he might be of assistance planning a celebration of some sort, presumably in her honour. This obviously isn't the garden variety fangirl/stalker he was used to. The fact that he hardly knew the doctor also didn't quite help things either. His two recent flubs at his post also didn't bode well for him either. Missing one of the doctor's comms on the planet, and failing to transmit the ship's ID codes in transit to ch'Rihan seemed to sour the doctor's opinion of him. Indeed, if it wasn't for N'Dak's intervention, he too, would most likely be in re-training exercises with tr'Pexil and the others. Therefore, he couldn't see why this mystery lady is so intent on having him help out with planning. But, still, the messages keep coming in. Quickly grabbing his ISD Koga composed a quick response: From: El'Riov Koga S'Bien To: Unknown Lady Person Subject: Inquiries regarding Maenak t'Ksa Thank you for your messages. I always appreciate correspondence from my fans. In regards to your repeated inquiries, I do not think that I am a real suitable person to ask about the personal life of Morgana t'Ksa. While we have served together on the RES Talon for many years now, our differing roles on the ship do not often afford the opportunity for us to constantly interact with each other. I do not know the doctor well and thusly, I cannot tell you much about her personal life or hobbies that isn't already publicly listed in her official Galae biography file. Nor am I a qualified party planner by any means -- although, I could probably arrange the "entertainment", if you are so inclined. Perhaps, it would be more productive for you to contact one of her other associates or subordinates in the Medical Department who may know her hobbies or personal preferences better than I do? My replacement on the Talon can redirect you to another person. Yours, Koga S'Bien His line suddenly went taut. He finally got a bite! Quickly setting down the ISD, Koga began to reel it in. Using much effort, Koga reeled in a large grey fish which would make more an excellent dinner tonight. Tossing the fish in an ice bucket, Koga skimmed over his message and hit send. He wasn't sure if the lady would talk to someone else. He knew these types of people, only insistant on talking to only him. But other than for his celebrity status, and the fact that they both are on the same ship, he wasn't even sure why they were asking him about the doctor. N'Dak is a pretty rich and famous guy too. Why don't they ask him? Koga will probably never know.

Since Christmas and New Years fall on a Sunday this year, Challenger will not sim for the next two weeks. We will resume our plot on Sunday 8 January 2012. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! :D

11 December 2011: The Away Team moves farther inside the uninhabited planet's thick jungle forest in the search of the crew of the crashed freighter. Debris from the ship and the resulting trail of upturned grass and foliage leads them to the crashed vessel where the team finds a mysterious gold coin which wasn't listed in the official cargo manifest of the freighter. Still not finding any signs of the survivors, the away team moves down the river when they see a shadowy figure approach them from the grassy bushes. TBS = 5 minutes 121111.rtf

05 December 2011: The Away Team assembles in the transporter room and beam down to the planet surface to look for the missing survivors from the crashed freighter S.S. Perseverance. Once down on the planet and in the dense jungle floor, the team map out their positions and plan their rescue efforts. TBS - 30 minutes. Note: We did not sim on 27 November 2011 due to US Thanksgiving holiday. 120411.rtf

Happy Birthday Boss! :D

Welcome to STSF! Good luck in the Academies.

Two Weeks ago… Civilian Freighter S.S. Perseverance “Steady as she goes, Mr. Miller.” Captain Ernest Jackson nervously paced the small bridge. He didn’t like being this area of space. Earlier this week, he had read reports of pulsars in the area. Rumour had it; one other freighter was recently the unfortunate victim of a passing quasar. It was a thought that shook the grizzled old Captain to the core. Being ripped apart and sucked into the abyss of a dark funnelling black hole that sucked in countless of stars, planets and ships before that one. Who knows how many lives those black holes had already claimed. He’d rather not let his ship be another casualty. Jackson pushed the Perseverance farther into the radiation filled area of space. The resulting interference from the radiation was wreaking havoc on the old freighter’s systems, but he had to continue to push farther in. Perseverance was once again living up to her name. A streak of light quickly hurtled its way to the Perseverance materializing into a torpedo, just barely missing the port side of the freighter’s hull, striking a nearby asteroid, which belted the ship with debris. The resulting debris hit and subsequent shockwave caused the ship to shake violently. “They followed us in?” Navigational officer Carlos Perez seemed kind of shocked. “Don’t underestimate the Orions, Carlos” Jackson responded. “I hoped that stunt would have bought us a bit more time than that. Mr. Miller, evasive manoeuvres. Return fire” From behind a large asteroid, emerged a large Orion attack cruiser. “Crap” was all Jackson muttered. Try as they might, the more manoeuvrable Orion attack cruiser matched the moves of the slower freighter. A few more shots from the Orion ship hit its target, hitting the Perseverance’s starboard side. “Return fire!” Jackson ordered as the ship shuddered violently from the barrage of weapons fire. Sparks and cables showered down from above. “I can’t sir,” responded the tactical officer. The Andorian twitched his antenna angrily. “That last hit just took out our weapons array” Jackson frowned. “Mr. Miller, head towards those asteroid fields at 082 mark 14. I don’t think that big cruiser can manoeuvre its way through that narrow asteroid field. It’s our only hope. Best speed, Anthony.” Anthony Miller gulped nervously and engaged full throttle towards the asteroid field. He hoped Captain Jackson was right. The asteroid field in question was about 1,500,000 kilometres away, just behind an uncharted M-class planet and its orbiting moon. Miller pushed the Perseverance’s tired engines for all there worth. The old ship shuddered and groaned in protest, and slowly accelerated, but Perseverance was designed with cargo and smooth transport in mind. Performance was an afterthought and decades of service and neglect meant that her old warp engines didn’t offer much. It was a disadvantage against the faster Orion attack ship as it quickly caught up with the Perseverance, unleashing a volley of weapons fire with two torpedoes striking their targets hitting the freighter in the stern at the warp engines. The ship immediately began to vent plasma as one of the warp nacelles broke apart from the hit. The ship began to list starboard as Miller valiantly struggled to keep the ship under control. Try as he might though, the big ship continued to list, as all engine control was lost. Fires erupted all around the bridge. Jackson and the crew could practically hear the ship tearing apart around them. “We’re caught in the planet’s gravity, sir” Miller responded. Jackson and the crew could only watched as the blue-green planet became larger and larger in the view screen before they finally broke into the planet’s atmosphere. “Brace for impact!” shouted Jackson as he tightened his grip on his command chair. The crew held onto whatever they could as the dense jungle filled the view screen as the Perseverance hurtled for the surface. Seconds later the freighter hit the jungle surface like a rock, sending up tonnes of dirt and metallic shrapnel from the ship around it. As the dust settled, sunlight seeped into the exposed bridge. Bloodied and disoriented, Miller looked around his surroundings. Sparks showered down from the ceiling and several small fires were still smouldering around the bridge. He looked around at the crew around him. He was no doctor, so he couldn’t tell if they were all dead or unconscious. They all looked to be in as bad a shape as he was. Stumbling past them, he could see that the bridge had ripped in half. Where the view screen should be, Miller could look out and see his new alien surroundings. He didn’t remember seeing this planet on any star map he read, but he certainly didn’t think it was inhabited… well by any sentient being anyway. In the distance, he could hear a loud roar. It certainly didn’t sound like anything he had ever heard before. It sounded large, and fairly close by. Nervously tugging at his collar, Miller returned to the relative safety of the bridge. This was certainly not the first assignment Miller had expected. Fresh out of flight school, the Starfleet Academy drop out was out of his element. The credits were pretty good for a job like this, but now he was starting to regret his decision. As the lowest ranked officer on the ship, he didn’t know why the Orions were so interested in their ships. Even for pirates, the stuff in the cargo bays doesn’t hold all that much value. Coughing up blood, Miller didn’t like the situation, angry growling creatures on the surface and angry Green Orions above. He hoped that he wasn’t the only one who survived the crash. To be continued…

20 November 2011: Challenger arrives at the co-ordinates of the missing freighter and find it had crash landed on an uninhabited M-Class planet in a remote sector of space near the Romulan Neutral Zone. An away team is formed to head down to the surface and rescue the surviving crew members and assess the salvageability of the freighter and its cargo. The freighter has crash landed in a dense jungle. Transporters are ineffective due to the jungle's density. The away team will head down via shuttles with some pattern enhancers. Challenger is planned to run as scheduled this week, but due to the U.S. Thanksgiving day holiday, attendance will not be counted. We will sim if enough people show up. TBS = 30 minutes. 112011.rtf

Yes, please do send those love letters. Since I'm not American and thus do not celebrate Thanksgiving this month (I had it the same time as your Columbus Day), Challenger will be running as usual this Sunday if there is enough people to have a sim. Happy Thanksgiving to my friends South of the Border. Attendance won't be counted this week.

13 November 2011: No sim due to insufficient player count. 06 November 2011: Challenger responds to orders to investigate reports of two missing freighters in an area near the Romulan Neutral Zone. Once arrived, Challenger detects pulsars in the area and a faint trail from a freighter that was in the area two weeks ago. The crew investigates and follows the trail... 110611.rtf

SPY!! :o

30 October 2011: After a few days of shore leave on Starbase 32, Captain Ja'Lale receives details of their new mission; to investigate why some freighters near the Romulan-Federation border went missing. After receiving his briefing, the order was given for Challenger to depart to the border and begin their new mission. TBS = 2 days 103011.rtf

I agree, she is a tough one. Very by the book and easy to toss you into the klink. From that, I'd say maybe the "Dragnet" theme?

23 October 2011: The USS Challenger arrives at Starbase 32 to re-supply and drop some of the crew off as they transfer to their new assignments. While waiting, Challenger's crew is given a few days of leave as Captain Ja'Lale heads to the station's Command Centre to talk with the Station CO. TBS = 1 day 102311.rtf

16 October 2011: The Away Team works to download what they can from the base's computers as fast as they can before the power core becomes too unstable and melts down. WIth minutes to spare, the team returns to the Challenger, which barely avoids the resulting explosion and shock wave. Challenger is now enroute to Starbase 33 for resupply. TBS = 1 week 101611.rtf

09 October 2011: The Challenger away team continue to explore the stricken Romulan star base and make their way to engineering and bridge to download any and all important computer files which may relate to why it is there, technical specifications and any potential evidence that the Romulans are spying into Federation space. While the away team download the computer files, Engineering on board the Challenger make a discovery that the main core of the base is unstable as a result of the attack and may go into a meltdown in less than 2 hours. The away team must hurry and download what they can and make it back to the ship before the base goes boom. TBS = 30 - 60 minutes. 100911.rtf

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02 October 2011: The Away Team from the Challenger (Kimiko, Reed, Poldara, and Freeman) continue to explore the Romulan base. Finding a Romulan survivor amidst the debris, medical quickly set up a make-shift triage centre and began to work on restoring the health of the Romulan. Meanwhile, on the Challenger, Engineering works to restore power to the base, restoring power and life support to about 50% of the base. The Away Team, with the Vulcan linguist T'Sal move to another part of the base to see what they can get from the computers on the base. TBS = 30 minutes. 100211.rtf

25 September, 2011: The USS Challenger is in orbit around the stricken Romulan Starbase. An away team was dispatched to the scene to find the base a natural complete mess. As dead bodies, fires and sparks showered around them, a Vulcan linguist specializing in Romulan was sent down from the Endeavour to help with translations. Engineering was dispatched to help restore power to the base using power packs, while the rest of the time was to find the main command centre and computer core. But before they can get there, a faint life Romulan life sign was detected. TBS = 5 minutes 092511.rtf

18 September, 2011: The modified torpedoes are finally ready and the USS Challenger, along with the support ships, the Slave Lake and the Manitoba take the offensive. The torpedoes prove to be quite successful and the Challenger fleet push towards the Romulan Starbase just as the additional six ships from the support fleet start to arrive. As Romulan vessels are either disabled or destroyed as a result of the torpedoes, the ships move in towards the base only to find that it is fully operational. Firing everything they have at the star base, the combined firepower from the nine ship fleet take out the base's shields and defenses. Now without power and life support, the Challenger is about to lead an away mission to explore the stricken starbase and see what secrets are being held inside... TBS = 30 minutes. 091811.rtf

2 weeks ago, Geneva, Swiss Confederation: It was a busy couple of weeks. After graduation, they made him fill out a survey of his preferences of potential assignments within the Fleet. Space Stations, Outposts and of course, Starships. All of which interested the young Seiben in varying degrees. But, at it turns out, Maximus Seiben was happy that he was going to follow in his family's footsteps by taking assignment into one of Starfleet's most state-of-the-art ships. For as long as there was a United Federation of Planets, there was at least one Seiben serving on a starship at any given time. Pre-dating the Federation, his great-great-great-grandfather was an engineer and warp drive designer for General Electric for the NX line of ships in the mid-22nd century. Yes, the Seiben name yielded a plethora of results in the Starfleet biographical database. From his grand-uncle Hans who served in as an Engineer and later the Chief Science Officer of the USS Hood, to his own grandfather, Ambassador Rolf Seiben, who was the first Captain of the Challenger, to the modern day Seibenses of his uncles Hans and Hans, who served on the Arcadia and Republic respectively. Maximus remembered the devastating news of the death of his uncle Hans (the one who served on the Arcadia) almost a decade ago, and the near-deaths of his other uncle Hans on the Republic, which was probably more times he count count using his fingers. But, luckilly that Hans managed to dodge the Grim Reaper every time, despite all the trouble he and the rest of his crew of the old Republic-D managed to get themselves into. At the tender age of 21, Maximus was now about to make his own contributions into the long, proud Starfleet history his family was a part of. "Are you sure you have everything you need, Max?" asked his mother, Madison. A decorated former Starfleet officer herself, now turned Senator for the UFP, stuck her head into his room. "Yes, mom. Fredrick just double-checked my luggage. I'm good to go" replied Max as he nodded his thanks to Fredrick, their longtime family butler. "Very well then" smiled Madison response. Maximus watched as Fredrick took his luggage out to freight elevator. "Well, I need to be at the Senate in Paris in 30 minutes." Madison said, as she finished applying the last of her make-up. For a woman in her 40s, Madison still looked attractive enough to be mistaken for someone in their early 30s. "This blouse I'm wearing doesn't show my rack that much does it?" pondered Madison as she looked at her reflection in the holo-mirror. Shrugging, Madison grabbed her bag and hugged her son. "Well, I have to go now. I'm running behind schedule" she said, looking at her chrono. "Good luck, Max. Remember to always listen to your Captain and Executive Officer. If both of them are bickering with each other like a married couple... well, just use your own common sense, or randomly tap at your console. It worked for me, on the Aquarius" recalled Madison, where the CO and XO argued with each in 2 months, more times than most married people do in 50 years. "Just remember son, the CO and the XO bicker, because they care." "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, thanks" replied Max as they both took the stairs down to the main hall. "When does your shuttle come to pick you up?" asked Madison. "Another hour I think" mused Max. Madison smiled and kissed Maximus. "Do keep in touch, and don't hesitate to call if you need anything. We're all proud of you. Good-bye." Madison opened the doors and headed to the estate's car port, and walked towards her high-end BMW shuttle craft. Max watched as the shuttle took off and headed over Lake Geneva towards Paris, the last time he'd see his mother in what probably will be a very long time. A few hours later.... Clearing customs was a doddle. The shuttle picked up Max and took him to McKinley Station where he then boarded his flight which would take him to his new assignment. Sitting in his quarters aboard the New Orleans class frigate USS Superior, Maximus read up on the mission his new ship was currently undertaking. He had never heard of this planet before and scored marginal at best in geology. He hoped he could remember all that he learned from that class and not be too much of a hinderance. The trip was uneventful, save for a stop over at Starbase 133 where one of the ensigns got drunk and was involved in a bar fight with an angry Klingon trader. Maximus was enlisted to help bring the ensign back to the ship after the Klingon punched him in the face and knocked him unconscious. Not a good way to start off your Starfleet career on the right foot mused Maximus as he carried the ensign into sickbay. Before long, his thoughts were interrupted by a comm from the Superior's Operations Officer. "Ensign Seiben, we've now caught up with the Excalibur. Please report to the transporter room with your belongings in 5 minutes" Maximus tapped his comm badge and gave his acknowledgement as he grabbed his pre-packed luggage and headed to the ship's transporter room. He felt the ship slow to a stop, and managed to take a look at what would be his new home through one of the windows. The Akira-class Excalibur and New Orleans Class Superior were now stopped and side-by-side, no more than 1000 km apart from each other. Maximus hurried into the transporter room and stepped onto the transporter pad where seconds later would materialize onto the transporter pad of the Excalibur. Following a yeoman to his quarters, Seiben looked around the corridors of the ship. He'd become familiar with it soon enough, he bet. But, for now, Ensign Maximus Seiben took in his new surroundings and the new adventures (and misadventures) that he would soon add to his own history of service in the Fleet. The prospect of which excited him. Once he settled into his quarters, Maximus looked out of his window just in time to see the Superior jump to warp, heading for whatever part of space she was due to explore. Now on his own, Maximus began to unpack. looking forward to his first day of a new ambitious stage of his life.

11 September 2011: The battle between the Challenger, Manitoba and Slave Lake vs. the Romulan fleet. Science and Engineering move to modify the torpedoes in an attempt to disable the shields of the Romulan ships. Challenger and her support ships hold their own vs. the Romulans. TBS = 10 minutes 091111.rtf