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Cdr Zareh
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Last Week: Hood headed for Theta Cigna Cloud Nine, an Arid but suitable planet for our refugees. Meanwhile the supernova finishes its display, and Llew is doing something with the happy pills in Sickbay.
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The long sweeping windows of the Hood observation deck provided an ample view of the last rays of the Mantin Supernova as the Constitution-class starship sailed into the distant stars and towards Theta Cloud Nine Epsilon, what it’s first officer hoped would be the new home of the Navali people.
Zareh sighed and looked onward. Supernova were glorious images, for sure, but he couldn’t help but think of all the people who’d lost their lives in providing it. His thoughts strayed to that of the Mantin II colony and the new born child of the human governor who’d never live to see the Federation that had abandoned him.
He recalled a lecture at the academy, about making tough decisions – ones where peoples lives were on the line. Starfleet Academy was big on those sorts of tests, making sure their prospective officers could think on their feet, because in space, when you were hundred light years from Command, it wasn’t as if you could write home for advice.
At the academy, he’d always struggled with those decisions. Perhaps that was why he’d become a communications officer, not exactly the fast track to your own command. Working the communications boards of a starship wasn’t easy, but it didn’t involve making choices that would affect lives other than your own.
Captain Huff had made a choice – she would save the Navali people instead of either the Federation colony, or the research base. Had it been his choice, he would have chosen differently, but it hadn’t been his choice. Was there a way to tell which choice would be more correct?
And there in lied his problem. It was always a shade of grey in these matters, someone’s life for another. You always had to weight one against the other and decide which was of greater value, itself a contradiction – or at least in Zareh’s opinion since he valued all life as sacrosanct.
Decisions of life and death are never easy. You must weigh one against the other and make a choice as to the needs of the one or the few versus the many. A good commander is never truly satisfied with those choices, because no one with a conscience wants to make that kind of decision, but a good commander shouldn’t dwell on it so much either. You must faith that Universe will unfold as it should.
The words echoed back and forth in his head. Faith, such an interesting word; though many of the worlds in the Federation had given up their religions as they found them increasingly arcane, the word and idea of faith continued.
Whatever plan the Universe had for the Navali, apparently the Hood was to be their instrument of deliverance. Zareh pushed away from the window and considered that thought as he headed to meet with the Navali leaders to discuss Theta Cloud Nine Epsilon.
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June 9
With the spectacular view of the nova in their rearview, Hood left the system behind and began the search for a new homeworld for the Navali while dealing with various problems associated with shoving nearly 2000 people into a space for 400. Meanwhile, the medical teams too aggressive action to prevent Llewelyn from being able to leave the ship.
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June 2
Hood finished bringing about about 2000 Navalian colonists and headed out, loaded to the gills with them towards their new colony, but only after stopping to pick up our crew who'd been helping the freighter Valt escape the boom of the Nova. Meanwhile, a cranky Llewellyn stormed the bridge but ended up leaving with his resignation at Zareh's feet.
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Last week: The evacuation continues in a mostly orderly fashion. Science feels we have about two hours to get the heck out of dodge. The leaders of the Naval have come aboard, and have taken up residence in Dr. Llewellyn's quarters as the regular VIP staterooms are make-shift barracks for displaced Hood crew. Llewellyn was given the keys to his very own storage closet in science. Huff took care of a Goose problem.
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May 26
The evacuation continues in a mostly orderly fashion. Science feels we have about two hours to get the heck out of dodge. The leaders of the Naval have come aboard, and have taken up residence in Dr. Llewellyn's quarters as the regular VIP staterooms are make-shift barracks for displaced Hood crew. Llewellyn was given the keys to his very own storage closet in science. Huff took care of a Goose problem.
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Mission Brief: Hood works with the leaders of the last alien colony, Lavania and Baval, to bring aboard their multigender inhabitants. While Medical spearheads the settling of their guests on the ship, a small shuttle ventures out to meet with the freighter captain, whose motives and veracity are still unknown. In the Science Lab, the 'Gator refuses his fresh gosling dinner, and one lost goose makes its way to Huff's quarters.
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May 19, 2009
Hood begins the evacuation of the Naval colony, which could be going smoother, but has so far progressed in a fairly orderly fashion while an effort is made to reach the freighter of delegates. Meanwhile, aboard Hood, we try and find places to stick all the people coming aboard, while Medical doesn't appear to be keen on the idea of babysitting.
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May 12, 2009
After a lengthy discussion of the merits of saving each society, Hood made the choice to save the Naval civilization. It was determined that a large enough gene pool to support the continuance of the Naval was needed, during the course of figuring out what the magic numbers were, we learned that the naval are multi-gendered species. Hood began the evacuation of the Naval.
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Retirement never seemed to happen. You thought it was going to happen, you really did, but for whatever reason, the allure of the stars, of discovery, of command seemed to be a siren’s call and no matter how hard you tried to escape it, or how much you swore you were turning in the pips and command codes at the end of the mission – somehow you always seemed to end up reading the next mission briefing and planning for the unknown. At least, that was how it always seemed to happen for Alessandro Zareh.
Just a few brief months before, he’d been well into planning what to do with his retirement, basking in the alpine glory of his Lake Königssee home as the ship he’d mastered for nearly 15 years prepared to be decommissioned. That, of course, was when the Klingons decided to make things interesting. Georgetown, the shimmering, aging Constitution-class starship had been called into action to deliver Ambassador Curzon Dax to Qo’Nos to help avert a near coup.
In the process, the nearly four decade old ship had gotten banged up as she, along with the Columbia and the Challenger helped avert a major diplomatic crisis. Zareh thought that, at last, he would be able to retire; after all Starfleet wasn’t in the habit of making major repairs to 40-year-old starships that were now second-rate with the advent of the ‘Great Experiment,’ the Excelsior-class starship; and while he was sure that there would be another starship to bear the name Georgetown, possibly even one of the all-conquering Excelsior-classes¬, he wasn’t going to be commanding it. It was, fitting, he thought that Georgetown be retired now anyway. When she’d came on-line, back in the days of Kirk and Pike, there wasn’t a Klingon Neutral Zone, but not because of a commitment to peace. Now as she headed for retirement the Klingon Neutral Zone was something children would read about in history books.
Zareh had started packing up his office and quarters on the way home from Qo’Nos when his door chimed. It had been one of his newer bridge officers with a message from Starfleet Command. He thought perhaps it would be a well-wish from one of his friends in the admiralty. It wasn’t.
For someone on the way to retirement, he suddenly found himself with a very lovely and not so easy job – breaking in a new crew and a new starship. Starfleet apparently thought it a good idea to break in the newer crews and ships with old dogs, like himself.
The small pod making its way from Georgetown to Cepheus turned to dock with the brand new Constellation-class starship. From the passenger seat, Zareh felt a small pang as the glorious Constitution-class filled the view. An era was most certainly coming to an end. Yet there was still plenty of exploring left to do, and though it would be on a new starship, with an unproven crew, Zareh knew where his destiny lay – far among the stars.
He wouldn’t have much time to find out about the crew though, just before he’d left Georgetown in the capable hands of Commander Sarvek, who’d see her into dry-dock for mothballing, the orders had been cut for the newly christened and shook down crew. Cepheus would be sent to the Troyian-Elasian border to keep the peace between them as their conflict had been renewed. He’d read enough about them, and had enough experience with both to know that keeping them from poking each other’s eyes out was going to be about as much fun as keeping two five year olds from fighting over the same toy.
Apparently one Federation starship was already in the region, Challenger, delivering an Ambassador to help smooth relations with the always prickly Elasians who’d suddenly found themselves without a major trading partner in the Klingons. However, they’d be working only with the Elasians on the specifics of developing a trade relationship to hopefully bring the Elasians more towards the Federation instead of the Klingons or the Romulans.
Cepheus on the other hand, would be dealing with the Troyians directly and the Elasians less directly. The Troyians were, technically, not yet Federation members. They were protectorates who the Federation was tasked with keeping safe from foreign powers. Still, they maintained a great deal of autonomy and even their own military, which was now position itself opposite the Elasian military, which had been asserting itself in several areas now that the Klingons could no longer keep them in check either through trade relations or military force.
The Troyians, of course, claimed to be blameless in everything and were just taking all “necessary precautions” to keep themselves safe, but Zareh suspected that they were saber rattling, hoping the always aggressive Elasians would launch an attack first.
It would be his and the young, inexperienced crew of Cepheus’ job to make sure that didn’t happen. There was a human phrase that came to mind – something about a trial by fire?
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Right, and in the original, he was supposed to kind of be "boywonder" anyway. As far as the haircut, that's really nitpicking. OMG he didn't have a bowl cut. zomg. broken character. :)
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02.24.09-05.06.09
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Odd/even was broke by Nemesis.
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Since this is the spoiler thread, read no further if you don't want the movie ruined:
When Nero travels back in time and destroys the Kelvin and later Vulcan, he creates an alternate-timeline that is completely different from the one in which TOS to Nemesis developed. We can theorize that some events are parallel, but it's impossible, as they actually note in the movie, to know if the universes play out in the exact same way. Thus everything we've done role-playing wise is, technically, not going to be in the same unified canon as this movie and the rest of whatever they do from here on out.
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Well the whole point is that it's an alternate timeline. As a stand alone movie, it was awesome, but it chucks 40 years of canon out the window. From a role-playing stance, we just presume we're in the unaltered regular timeline. ;)
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Mantin Rescue Mission
May 5, 2009
Hood nears the Mantin system which has three main inhabitants, a colony of 600 Federation citizens at Mantin II, the last remanining colony of a long dead Empire known as the Naval at Mantin III, and a medical research base at the Mantin Research Station. As Hood debated the merits of saving one or the other a freighter also requested pick up, saying he had aboard a royal delegation that if it weren't delivered would cause a bloody war that could end the lives of billions. At the end of this weeks game, we were at the terminal point where we have to make a decision -- we can save only one. Meanwhile, Engineering had us begin measures to cut down power consumption during the evacuation, including shutting down several systems.
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February 17
Kresh, Zareh, Huff and Frank make their way back to the Hood and discuss the ramifications of Bethany finding out that Root is missing. Meanwhile Bagels and Seiben look for T'mir.
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Commander Zareh held the lift handle with one hand and the bidders slip giving him sole possession of Captain Helen Huff of Starfleet in the other. It was an interesting situation.
The worst part wasn't the competitive bidding process, or that Kresh continued to fight him at every turn. No the worst part was that Commander Root had gone completely off the grid. He liked Root. He was nice, objective, and did his job well. That wasn't why he was upset he was missing. Oh no. The wrath of the bald-headed, one-legged witch named Admiral Bethany when she found out another member of her family had met their demise/disappeared under the command of Huff would be worse than anything anyone could imagine.
Oh, they wouldn't be court martialed. No. No. That would be too good for them. The Wicked Witch of San Fransisco would find the worst, most diabolical punishment for them she could and then mete it out in an even more sinister and diabolical way to maximize the sheer pleasure she got out of making people miserable.
Perhaps she'd been so gleeful over seeing Huff sold on live holoNet that she'd stroked out and they'd not face her wrath. He sighed, at the rate they were burning off Do'mahjahmma that wasn't likely. No, she'd likely seen the whole thing. It was only a matter of time before she found out Root was missing. Then the crap would hit the fan.
He just hoped that his punishment wasn't going to be giving her back rubs. The thought of her cold, clammy skin entered his head and he thought he was going to vomit in his mouth. He steeled himself and avoided making a mess of the place and started looking for Root.
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Mission Brief: The Kidnapped crew try to help their injured, but the Doctor T'Mir is traumatized and unable to help. the Security department gets ready for a rescue mission to save their crewmen. Meanwhile Hans searches and finds a planet (Starbucka) that the Orions could use to sell slaves. The Hood approaches Starbucka, the security Team gets ready. Once Huff gets T'Mir to calm down she gets her to help treat Doug.t. Back on the ship S Llewellyn is trying to build a bomb to help the away team, but is stunned while trying to get the needed supplies.
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February 3-10
Now at Starbucka, the slaves (Huff, T'Mirr, and Doug.t) are lead to the market for auctioning, while Commander Zareh mounts a rescue. Before the Hood team can rescue them, the auction began and T'Mirr was sold for 150. Realizing the urgency of the situation, Zareh ordered Seiben and Vil to look for T'Mirr while the Hood crew searched for data on the rest of the missing crew.
Things took an interesting turn as Huff was put up for auction. A bidding war erupted as the slavers announced she was a Starfleet Captain. After rounds of furious bidding, and Frank doing god-knows-what to raise the money, Commander Zareh won the auction and Huff. This might have some complications to the Command structure.
Meanwhile, while looking for T'Mirr, Seiben and Vil recovered the poor Mister .t and were headed for the ship where T'Mirr is being held. Additionally, it appears that Commander Root was sold before auction of an off planet bidder and is no where to be found.
in USS Hood Briefings & Logs
Posted · Report post
Name: T'Aral, Raj^kl"u~ess'q
Rank: Ensign
Current Department: Engineering
Requested Department(s): Science, Communications
Reason for Transfer Request: Cultural conflict, of nature sufficient to interfere with the good order of Starfleet Operations.
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Approvals:
_Transfer Denied_ Department Chief, Current, Lt. Commander Raneef Kresh
(Additional note: Insubordinate, but has the potential to be trained. Transferring to avoid
unpleasant duty assignment not acceptable. All new staff begin with this task, will not
make an exception for some uppity cadet right out of the Academy who goes touching
equipment without being cleared and authorized to do the task, then gets all touchy
about it. Once I recieve medical clearance for this one, because at the last report I had
recieved from Medical, she had been admitted due to some sort of mental issue, I
recommend double shifts for 2 weeks to learn the appropriate basic systems of this ship.
_______________ Department Chief, Proposed
_Transfer Denied_ Executive Officer, Commander Alessandro Zareh
(Additional Note: Without approval from current department head, and lack of substance in transfer reason, the Executive Officer cannot approve transfer.)
_______________ Commanding Officer