STSF Corizon

I was going to post the bit, but it's pretty long. Basically it's about M/AM drives.

 

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The doors to the compound slid open and the alarms began blaring. Typical.

 

The door slid shut behind him and a rush of air followed as he moved quickly towards the next hurdle. His long black trench fluttered as the tall, lanky Dameon walked with purpose. The hard, grey-white marble floor beneath him echoed as his well-polished black, knee-high boots smacked them under his weight.

 

He was behind schedule. Four minutes. That was what he had until security showed up and started shooting everything. He had no intentions of dying today, so he’d just have to move a little faster.

 

A hapless guard came out of an office near the lifts. “Stop!”

 

Waap. The poor shmuck didn’t even have time to blink before the dagger had implanted itself in his throat. Corizon didn’t even bother picking up the dagger and continued onto the lift.

 

Damn. The lifts had been sealed shut the instant the alarms sounded. He moved quickly to the stairs. They were locked too, but the pathetic excuse for locks were little match for a solid boot.

 

After kicking in the door, Corizon moved quickly up the stairs, dispatching a handful of men on his way up, mostly they ended up on the bottom of the stair case with broken necks. Some of them lacked throats at the end of their fall, most unfortunate.

 

The top of the stairwell ended the fate of three more guards and another door found itself kicked out of place. There wasn’t time to hesitate. He moved quickly down the next hallway, where three hulking pieces of flesh charged towards him. From his back, he removed the ak-na, that hung from its tabard. Smooth, fluid motions left the bodies of the offenders laying on the ground in several pieces.

 

Four more men appeared from a side room and were dispatching in similar fashion.

 

Two minutes.

 

A third wave emerged from the end of the hallway and started towards Corizon, pulling weapons of their own. Screw it.

 

He covered his eyes and threw the flash grenade. The bang knocked the last remaining resistance to his advance helpless. Normally he’d kill them just for the inconvenience, but he didn’t have time today—they were lucky.

 

The final room had a large glass floor and a dozen laser trip-wires surrounding a silver box in the center of the room. Again, screw it. Corizon marched through the laser field, setting off another half-dozen alarms. Another swift kick from his boots brought down the transparent box around the silver case.

 

One minute.

 

“The things I do for the Emperor…”

 

A moment later he was on his way back down the stairs, dispatching more guards along the way. Time was up and security was arriving at the facility in large numbers. But by the time they’d got into the building itself, Corizon was on his way out the side door to his transport location… the goods in hand.

Lieutenant Commander Corris Sprint ran his free hand through his jet-black hair and leaned back into his chair with a light yawn. The Avalonian sun was slipping behind the event horizon as the station slowly crept about the planet below, and the last rays of sun were vanishing into darkness.

 

Camelot Station had been quite the past few weeks; the only real excitement had come from a stray comet that the Command and Control Center staff had been monitoring, more out of boredom than anything else.

 

In away it was a welcome change from the previous year and half he'd spent on the station—if wasn't the Hundred taking pot shots at the station, it was the Scorpiad or someone. Things had been decidedly calmer on the station since the cessation of hostilities.

 

Of course some of that had to do with the vastly different role Camelot had taken on since the end of the war. There had been a time when the most powerful people in the quadrant had graced the Round Table that sat empty just a deck below him. Now it went mostly unused, save for the monthly Camelot Advisory Council meeting.

 

Glancing down to his traffic monitor, he smirked slightly. That was, of course, the most obvious change to Camelot. Once he'd had to coordinate fleets of starships from the different races. At any given time there had been as many as four-hundred ships operating in the system—today there were twelve. Three Starfleet vessels, a Romulan transport, two Klingon Bird-of-Prey, a Scorpiad transport and a handful of merchant ships from various species from around the quadrant.

 

In many ways, the change of pace had been come as a welcome relief from the tensions of the war, but in others, it felt like the dream that had been Camelot had been discarded. The major Alpha Quadrant powers had recalled most of their senior ambassadors, and in the case of the Romulans, all but abandoned the station. The Dominion, Hundred and Scorpiad were so knee deep in their own problems that the station drew little attention from them these days.

 

Some of the changes though, were more of a problem, Sprint inwardly groaned at the thought, that had arisen in the changes was not welcome though. The war with the Scorpiads had stretched the Jem'Hadar thin. As the Dominion shifted to counter a possible insurgency from the Hundred, the outlying colonies had begun to assert themselves more openly. Reports of civil strife had begun to trickle into Camelot on a regular basis. And to ad the rife political climate, the lack of Jem'Hadar patrols increased piracy on the trade lanes. So far the lanes between Camelot and the wormhole had remained mostly untouched, but Sprint wondered how long it would be before this sector of the Quadrant looked more like the Caribbean on Earth.

 

The other problem that had started growing, was further way, but just as big of a concern. The Al-Ucard and the Eratians, helped by the Shalia had begun open rebellion against the Scorpiad Empire. Thankfully that was far enough away that he would have to deal with war in the back yard, but there were several Starfleet ships out that way, including the Excalibur, and he didn't want them to get caught up in it.

 

As twilight engulfed the command center, Corris couldn't help but get the feeling that twilight was also engulfing the powers of the Gamma Quadrant.

Mission Brief: Segami, has been left in a cell all by his lonesome for a few hours, while Kansas has continued to be leered at by Vaos' minions. Dox and Teykier, meanwhile, have been the marine pets. On Excalibur, repairs continue, as speculation about how they got in this situation in the first place abound. Meanwhile Victria has done some recon..and NOT gotten caught.

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MISSION BRIEF: Segami and Kansas have been locked up by a most sinister Inspector Vaos, while Maturin and Teykier seem to be in the care of the Imperial Marines. Aboard the Excalibur, hidden behind a moon, repairs continue and speculation mounts.

091607.txt

The AT arrives on the Station and begins exploring.

090907.txt

Excalibur dispatches an away team to determine where in the wide-world of sports they are.

090207.txt

Have at it. ;)

 

 

 

Harry Potter finally begins to take on reflections of his readers.

Author's Note: Occurs sometime between last week's game and this week's.

 

A twitch tingled up Corizon's spine—he was being watched, but by whom? Carefully he he placed his drink down at the bar and slid currency across the Ferengi bartender. His ears twitched softly as he listened for approaching footsteps while his eyes were turned towards the bar.

 

“Well if it isn't the Great White hunter himself,” a voice said suddenly next to him.

 

“You're lucky I didn't mistake you for someone else and rip your throat out right here,” Corizon said gruffly, having recognized the voice. “I am sure there's few people on this station who'd mind...save for that Marine boyo of yours...”

 

“How do you...” the speaker was clearly exasperated. “I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.”

 

Corizon called the Bartender for another drink and turned to face his visitor. The Bajoran had managed to sneak up on him, and that annoyed him—but then so did the Bajoran in question. “So what is that you want Korix?”

 

Vaos lifted his brows for a moment, then called the barkeep for a drink of his own. Examining Corizon for a moment he observed the Dameon's carefully crafted look: a deep red tunic with a mandarin collar belied a slender, muscular torso the long white leather trench was a statement as much as it served as a place to hide any number of weapons. And the red leather pants...Korix had to admit...the man knew how to dress.

 

Korix put a glass of pink-purple liquid to his lips, and smiled. “I was actually wondering what you were doing on the station?”

 

Twitching an ear slightly, Corizon put down his drink and gave a long sideways glance to either side of the bar before proceeding. “If you must know...”

 

“I do.”

 

“Business,” Corizon grunted.

 

“Business?”

 

“I wasn't aware you were hard of hearing...”

 

“I am not,” Korix said. “It was a question as to the kind of business you're here on.”

 

“Last time I checked,” Corizon said half-growling, “I didn't have to clear my travel with a lowly Internal Affairs officer at every Bus Stop.”

 

Frowning, Korix pointed to elaborate chain holding an order about Corizon's neck. “I don't think I have to remind me you that your business is such that I have every reason to question you're motives.”

 

“If it's that half-breed Admiral you're worried about,” Corizon said slyly, “I am not here for him.”

 

Relieved Korix nodded. “I have your word?”

 

“No,” Corizon said with a wide, fangy grin. “Not like I'd tell you anyway...one of the advantages of being Imperially sanctioned.”

 

Fluttering his eyes in further exasperation Korix finally sighed. “Ugh.”

 

“But you knew that...so why are you really here?”

 

Leaning closer, “You travel quite a bit, yes?”

 

“In my business, yes I do get around, why?”

 

“Have you heard anything about,” Korix dropped his voice. “Romulans making a move on the station, or helping with the Cardassian Resistance.”

 

He leaned back in his barstool and propped his feet up on the bar rail and took another drink. “Well I can't imagine they'd be able to mount any serious attempt at taking the station...lord knows with the Civil War and all...but I do have some,” and now it was Corizon dropping his voice, “contacts.”

 

“What's your price?”

 

“The usual.”

 

Korix instantly frowned. Mercenaries. “Very well, you'll find it deposited.”

 

“Good,” Corizon said. “And throw in a bottle of Tulleberry Wine.”

 

With a begrudging sigh, Korix nodded. “I suppose I can do that. Now about these contacts.”

Now that we are fully into the Mirror Universe, I have attached a policy packet for our stay in mirror as well as an update on pertinent species, keep in mind your characters would not have access to this information.

MirrorGuide.pdf

QuickSummaryofRaces.doc

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

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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.

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.

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

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.”

For the Excalibur kids :blink:

 

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

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