STSF Corizon

SD 0704.22 The Excalibur security team (plus one Orion) continues their mission, an attempt to infiltrate a former Dominion communications array currently held by the Scorpiads. They've managed to get inside the facility via a ventilation shaft. Meanwhile back at Camelot, a few scattered reports from the surface base have caught the attention of Captain Corizon, while the continued preparation for an eventual battle continues.

SD 0707.22 Mission Brief: Boom. Boom. Boom. BOOM.

As I said he actually does drive them though... And since his son was recently pulled over while driving his :)

Hybrids? Thats all he and his wife drive, they each have hybrid Mercury SUV's, which are as ecofriendly as a Prius, which his children drive.

As to graduation. Once you graduate, the graduating GM team will get your email addy and send a notice to STSF Personnel who will send you an application to fill out. :)

::inserts shameless plug for his own game:: December 2381--Five years after the Dominion War In an effort to foster mutuality between the three major powers of the Alpha Quadrant and the Dominion, Camelot Station has been constructed in the Gamma Quadrant. Operated by the Federation with the blessing of the Dominion the station orbits in a system called Avalon and is protected by fleets from all three major powers, led by the USS Excalibur. But in the depths of the Gamma Quadrant, an ancient evil, lurking for ten thousand years once again reared its head, bringing chaos and disorder to the Dominion. With the wormhole in operable, and the Dominion falling apart, the crew of the USS Excalibur stands in the eye of the storm, but a new ally has given them hope in their battle against evil. USS Excalibur Email the XO for more info! --- USS Excalibur is an advanced simulation of the Star Trek Simulation Forum. It is a real-time chat-based simulation played on Sunday nights at 10PM EST in the "Excalibur" chat room at STSF.net.

Todd was unsure what to wear to the bar, but he heard magic marker was in style.

Great balls of white-purple energy cascaded through space, hurdling towards the Morningstar. A brilliant explosion lit up the darkness of space, the death of one of the heavy Al-Ucard warships in the battle. Smoke swirled on the bridge of the Vigilant and sparks flew. “Captain,” the concerned voice of the helm officer cried as she dodged the ship between floating debris and the weapons fire of the trailing Al-Ucard ship. “The Morningstar is taking a heavy beating…we can’t last much longer.” “Bring us about,” Commander Jayse Morgans said, wiping sweat and blood from her brow and tucking a loose end of hair back into place. “Target the trailing ship with a full spread of quantum torpedoes and fire.” Turning sharply enough to catch the overworked inertial dampers offline, the compact Defiant-class rotated 180-degrees in a manner of seconds; the Hammerfall felt the fury of the twin quantum torpedo tubes unleashed, exploding in vibrant hues of red. Morgans felt her stomach turn but stole away the feeling on nausea. “Head straight for that lead cruiser, fire everything we’ve got at them. The hulking mass of the Eritan hiveship Cadia lumbered at warp. Though powerful, large and imposing—the massive ships were anything but swift and graceful. In the control center of the vast ship, the Keeper paced nervously watching on a holographic display as the battle she raced to enter ragged. The Al-Ucard warship Annihilator lifted from her attack run and banked to the left to make another pass at the Morningstar as her sister-ship, Exile, came into firing range. Aboard the Morningstar, few felt they’d survive the volley. Just as the blows should have came, the Exile rocked beneath a barrage of torpedo and phaser fire from the mighty Galaxy-class Stonewall. The cavalry had come. Captain Trel Lex gripped his hands tightly on the arms of his command chair aboard the bridge of the Prometheus-class Atlas. “How much longer till we can be in the battle?” “Entering battle zone in less than five-minutes, sir.” “Good, have all sections on stand by for MVAM if needed.” “Sir!” “Yes?” “We’re detecting an Eritan mothership entering the battle…” “That’ll be our target…coordinate with the Stonewall will be the only ones with much of a chance against that thing…” The long blue hull of the Cadia slowed to warp and immediately made an impact on the battle, scouring the battlefield with a spray of her pulse-canons as hundreds of dart-fighters emerged from her hull. Atlas dropped out of warp in three pieces and headed directly for the newest enemy combatant, weapons blazing. The Stonewall too had turned her attention to Cadia pouring heavy fire. The organic hull soaked up the hits, and her canons lobbed return shots with prejudice. The Lincoln had also arrived, forming up the remaining Federation fleet to deal with the darts and what remained of the Al-Ucard forces. But the Cadia had distracted them long enough to give the two remaining Al-Ucard warships, Annihilator and Vendetta, time to form up on the wings of the massive Eritan ship—a deadly trifecta. “Prepare to drop cloak,” HoD KoL’eH commanded from his perched position on the bridge of MaJKa. “Signal to the fleet to target the Al-Ucard ships first, then focus on the Eritan ships. It is a good day to die!” Green pulses of slow nandions were the first sign of what could only be described as a surprise to both fleets as three Klingon Birds-of-Prey entered into the battle laying down fire on the Annihilator. The flag of the Al-Ucard fleet shook violently and at last she fell beneath a wave of weaponry. The remnants of the Ottawa’s bridge were filled with smoke as consoles flickered under failing power. Acting Captain Gage Sanderson frowned. His ship was dying. Weapons were down, shields were non-existent and main power was failing fast. The Eritan mothership continued to dominate the field of battle, despite the best efforts of the Federation and Klingon forces. He had a decision to make, and he was about to make it. “Helm, lay in a collision course for the Eritan ship, prepare for ramming speed.” “Sir, I am detecting multiple warp signatures coming in!” “Report!” “Sensors are sketchy with all this jamming, but they appear to be Dominion…or Hundred ships. “How many?” Flanked by a battalion of attack ships, four Dominion-designed heavy battleships entered into the fray, turning the tide of the battle.

Mission Brief: Security's shuttle was readying for launch from the Morningstar and they should be nearing the facility they're going to be attacking. Meanwhile preparations are on going at Camelot as the Fleet's of the three powers continue to cull and developments for fighting the Scorpiads continues. 041507.txt

For the Excalibur kids :blink:

Timing Note: This log happens prior to this coming week's sim. Snow fell on the Avalon Complex, laying a thick blanket of white powder across the placid complex. From the third story observation lounge Colonel Kimura watched the substance fall with his hands folded behind his back. “Colonel,” the gruff voice of the Dameon Captain interrupted his surveillance. “Captain,” Kimura said turning to face Captain Ah-Windu Corizon. “What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” “I wanted an updated status report on the…problem you had here while we were gone.” The Colonel frowned slightly. The ‘problem’ the Captain referred to was well under control now and not much of his bloody business; but that was Starfleet for you, always butting in when they didn’t really need too, best to humor them and get it over. “Well in hand,” Kimura said firmly. “I see…” “Turns out it was some new strain of malaria.” “Malaria,” Corizon perked an ear. “Why didn’t it show up before now?” “That’s the funny thing about technology,” Kimura said wisely, “If anyone had bothered to actually look at a sample of the blood instead of letting the computer do it for them, they’d’ve spotted in, but something about it wouldn’t show up on any of our sensors…I have my people working on a way to do that now.” “Good,” Corizon said, his ears lowering from attention. “You don’t suspect foul play?” “From what my doctors tell me,” Kimura said trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. “The parasites that caused it are native to this planet…” Detecting the notable disinterest in the subject Corizon nodded. “I see…” “Was there something else?” Corizon took a breath and folded his arms behind his back, matching Kimura’s posture. “Your last report to the station contained some… interesting data concerning the northern sector of the outer defense perimeter?” Kimura stroked at his chin, mentally forcing the details forth. “Ahhh yes,” he said, “there was that.” “I’d like to take a look at it myself.” “Understandable.” “I assume you have hoppers?” “Well,” Kimura hesitated a moment, considering his response. “With the malaria and all, we’ve fallen behind on modifying everything for the winter climate.” “I see,” Corizon said, though if there was annoyance or disproval in his voice it didn’t resonate. “And as you know, the composition of the rocks up that way make transport next to impossible.” “I assume you do have a way of getting up there that doesn’t require me to hike?” A slight smile crossed Kimura’s face, “Ever ridden a horse?” Corizon returned the grin. “You have a stable?” “Apparently one of the colony groups that sent supplies ahead before the wormhole was cut off had planned on it,” Kimura said with a wry grin, “And I figured since they weren’t getting any use…” “That you’d draft them into the service?” “Something like that.” “How long of a ride is it?” “In weather like this?” Kimura pointed to the falling snow of the early morning. “A couple hours, maybe more if it gets heavier towards the mountains.” Corizon nodded. “Then I’d best get saddled up.”

When we last left off, the Excalibur engaged the Scorpiads while the Reliant made a power play of their own.

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