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  1. "Aftermath" Log entry 50: 25 April, 2161 Sergio watched as the Challenger drifted helplessly in space next to the McKinely Station. By the skin of their teeth, they had sucessfully managed to fend off the Romulans and once again, save Earth fron a major threat from an alien race. But at what cost? His ship was severely crippled, adrift and still leaking plasma, Westler was dead, killed in action when a bulkhead fell on him, and his XO Commander DeGenza was fighting for his life in another explosion that rocked the Challenger before the Surak beamed them out. The Vulcan captain ordered his helmsman to move closer to the stricken ship. A bright light emenated from the ship as the Surak's tractor beams grabbed hold of the Challenger. The ship was towed to Mars where grappling hooks from the spacedock facility orbitting the planet took it from the Surak after she dropped her tractor beam. That done, Sergio turned to thank the Vulcans. "Thanks awfully for all your help in assisting us against the Romulans" "No problem, Captain" replied the Vulcan captain. "And might I say. You and your crew performed quite admirably out there. You have my respect" the Vulcan nodded and gave Sergio a salute. Sergio manipulated his fingers to return the salute. It hurt, but managed to pull it off. "Live long, and prosper" he said uneasily, hoping that was the correct line. It was, and the Vulcans nodded. "Live long and prosper, Captain Giovanni" replied his Vulcan counterpart. Just then, the Sir Edmond Hilary pulled along side the Surak. Sergio was once again enveloped in a transporter beam and transported to the Hilary. "Welcome aboard, Captain" replied a Lieutenant at his side. "We're under orders to take you and your crew back to Earth" Sergio joined some of the other Challenger crewmembers that the Hilary beamed from the Surak and other ships. In relative silence, they made the short trip to Earth. SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA ONE WEEK LATER Sergio walked down the corridors of the medical facility. He finally saw an information booth which was currently manned by a nurse. "is the Commander in here?" he asked. The nurse glaced up at the Captain. "Yes, he is" she said simply. Sergio thanked her and walked in. beyond closed curtains and security barriers, was the large metal stasis pod which contained Commander DeGenza. It wasn't the first stasis pod he saw, Captain Neptune briefly inhabited one, the reason why he took command of the Challenger in the first place four years ago. DeGenza was unconscious in the pod, as life support machines flashed and beeped in the background. "Well, you did it" Sergio said. "I gotta hand it to you. Stayed at your post til the end. I've already lost alot of crew, but I hope you can pull out of this eventually. Thanks for everything" he said quietly. He felt a pang of guilt inside him. He wished he could have done more, but there wasn't anything he could've done. He didn't need no fancy psyciatrist to tell him that. "I'm not sure what's going to happen next. Challenger's pretty beat up, and I don't know if Starfleet will decide to repair her or not. But I guess we'll see. Did great out there, and come out of this, eh?" Another nurse came in and told him that visiting hours were over. He nodded and walked out of the room, glancing at DeGenza's pod once again.
  2. Romulans vs. Earth & Allies. In this high stakes final mission for the Challenger NX-05, the future of the Earth is in the line! Challenger is taking heavy damages and heavy casualties along with with the Earth fleet. But Romulan numbers are dwindling. Will the Earth allied vessels get the upper-hand and defend Earth? Challenger_200108.txt
  3. "Breach" Log entry 44: 15 April, 2161 ECS Promise -- Somewhere near the Earth/Romulan Border The freighter vessel Promise slowly plied alone in a desolate area of space at low warp. It was a routine run of assorted crap to some colony in the middle of nowhere. But, travelling in this unimpressive stretch of space does save a few days off the journey, and this was the last of the shipments to be sent to the colony. The crew of the Promise was looking forward to some much needed rest and relaxation after this run. Lord knows they need it, after all the hassles in getting this stuff here. Captain Mike Sanderson took a sip of his tea as he looked out into the dark expanse of space. "Just another couple of days, guys. Then it's sun, surf and sand over at Theta III." he said. A surprising beeping sound suddenly disrupted the festivities. "What the hell is that?" asked Sanderson to the man at the Sensor console. "I don't know. Sensors are detecting a disturbance not too far from us" replied the man at Tac. "Can you identify it?" asked the captain. "I'm doing so now" said the Tac. The officer's face turned serious. Concerned, Sanderson asked what he saw. "I.. I don't know how to explain this" replied the officer. "But, it looks like there's more than a dozen large energy signatures heading on a course straight for Earth" "Well, maybe it's a fleet our vessels heading home?" suggested Sanderson. But it was shot down by the Tactical officer. "Nah. The shape's all wrong, as is the propulsion trail it's leaving" "Whatever it is, I've never seen it before" continued the Tactical Officer. "Huh" Sanderson scoffed. He turned to O'Grady, over at Communications. "Sean, see if you can get on the horn with Starfleet Command and see what we're dealing with" O'Grady swivelled around in his seat. "Aye. I'll get right on it" he replied in his thick Irish accent. ONE WEEK LATER Starfleet Command, San Francisco, California The three men looked at the three glowing lights on the display screen. A fourth light blinked thrice before staying solid. "That's the fourth one in a week spotted by passing vessels. This further confirms the hail we received from the freighter Promise last week. They're definitely headed our way" Admiral Gardner frowned. "At their current rate, what's their ETA to Earth?" The young Lieutenant checked his records. "Well, sir. If they keep their speed, they're due to arrive in about a week and a half" The other two high ranking officers mulled at this silently. Apparently, the unknown signatures the Promise detected was indeed something to worry about. Nobody expected it from them, but it seemed that the Romulan Empire had sent a fleet of vessels on its way to Earth, and by a chance of luck, the passing freighter accidentally picked it up halfway there. "What's their current location?" Gardner asked, breaking the silence. The Lieutenant quickly typed some commands into the display screen. The image zoomed in an isolated section of space. A bright orange circle representing the Romulan fleet. "What's the nearest vessel to that location?" replied the second admiral. "That would be the Challenger, sir" Gardner nodded. "Contact Captain Giovanni to investigate. And start preparations to form up some kind of back up against this armada of Romulan ships" "I shall get on that right away, sir" replied the Lieutenant.
  4. As you may have read on the front page, the Challenger NX-05 will be changing its simming format to a Post TOS era sim on 10 February, 2008. The Challenger NX-05 would then be effectively be known as the "USS Challenger". Since our conception on 12 September, 2004, we have been simming as an NX-Class Enterprise era ship (set in the mid 22nd century)with great success and lots of fun. However, Commander De Genza and I have decided that a change towards a format that offers more flexibility and creativity is just what the sim needs to grow even further. Our new setting will be in the year 2294; a year after the historic signing of the Khitomer Peace Accords which brought an end to nearly a century of warfare between the Klingon Empire and the United Federation of Planets. But it's also an era not generally covered too much in Star Trek canon. (Aside from the afforementioned Star Trek VI and Generations and the Voyager episode 'Flashback' where Janeway and Tuvok revisit the Excelsior). Unlike most other sim formats, this gives us alot more room for creativity and more chances to make Star Trek history in this important but uncovered part of the UFP's history. The new format is set 133 years after our current year of 2161, roughly 25 years after Captain Kirk's five year mission on Star Trek: The Original Series (as well as STSF's own TOS sim, the USS Hood) and about one year after the events of Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country and soon after the launch of the Enterprise-B in Star Trek: Generations. With the war over, the Federation and the Klingon Empire now share an uneasy relationship. Peace is finally restored to the galaxy, but only just. UFP/Klingon relations is still very strained, and the slightest spark can bring the two superpowers to intergalactic war once again. And, to make matters worse, the Klingons now have new vessels with the capability to open fire whilst still cloaked. To counter these new vessels, Starfleet has commissioned the Excelsior Refit Class (Enterprise-B subtype)-- Starfleet's new advanced state-of-the-art vessels designed to counter these vessels. Equipped with special "wake homing" torpedoes, the Excelsior Refit is Starfleet's defense against these new unseen Klingon predators. The UFP may be at peace with the Klingon Empire, but as the old adage goes: 'It's better to be safe, than sorry.' One of these vessels, is the USS Challenger (NCC-2457), commanded by Captain Rolf Seiben (Hood Seiben's younger brother) and Commander Saul De Genza. On the 10th of February 2008 at our usual time at 11:00 pm ET, the Challenger will once again relaunch and start a new chapter in its mission of preserving intergalactic peace. This era of Star Trek history marked an important milestone in the beginnings of peace and alliance with the Klingon Empire. (More info on our launch sim will be provided as 10 Feb draws closer) Starting Wednesday 9 January, 2008, we will begin the first chapter of the history of the USS Challenger. We are inviting all forum members, from cadets right up to GMs to participate in a forum-wide community build up of the new Challenger at Utopia Planetia. Veteran members may recall that we did this before prior to the launch of the NX-05 Challenger. We felt that the forum wide project was so successful that we decided to do it again! On the 9th, a section called 'USS Challenger Construction' will be created in the Challenger, NX-05 sub-forum. To participate, create a bio for your character teling us who they are, what their role on the Challenger project is, and their abilities and such. Then, simply log your character beginning their work. I'll start the project with a few posts sometime after the sections are made, and we'll go from there. Thank you for your interest in the Challenger. And, if you wish to join the USS Challenger when it launches (in our new format), please apply to the Personnel Manager after Sunday 27 January, 2008. Please also feel free to contact myself or Commander DeGenza or reply to this thread if you have any questions or comments. Thank you, Captain Sergio Giovanni
  5. "Trophy Winning" Log entry 43: 2X December, 2157 RES Invincible - Somewhere in Romulan Space 2X December, 2157 "How very unfortunate" Daise'Khre'Riov K'Oral S'Bien looked blankly at the screen. For the past half hour, he'd been listening to the constant babbling of base commander tr'Uro and his explanation of how he could let Lloahhn'na prisoners escape from his outpost so easily, "They just came out of nowhere and overwhelmed us. We tried out best, but there was nothing we could do to stop them" explained tr'Uro. "I see" S'Bien replied as he twirled a glass of ale in his hand. tr'Uro bowed his head respectively. "I'm sorry for my incompetence, rekkhai. It shall not happen again" said he. S'Bien sipped his ale. "Oh, I believe it won't" S'Bien nodded once ever so slightly. Three guards suddenly stepped out of nowhere and came up behind tr'Uro. Before the surprised tr'Uro could respond, the guards opened fire with their disruptors. S'Bien cut the transmission. He didn't tolerate failure just as much as his other counterparts did in the Galae. Finishing his drink down in one shot, S'Bien left his chambers and entered the oira. He took his place on the centre chair. As one of the Empire's newest and most technologically advanced and state-of-the-art vessels, the Invincible was the perfect choice as the Daise'Khre'Riov's flagship. With rank, came privilege and the vessel was soon assigned to him by the higher ups. The large vessel gracefully traversed the space, before eventually dropping out of warp and coming to a slow stop. "We're arriving at our destination now" replied the officer at helm. S'Bien looked up at the view screen. Pictured was a vessel in dry dock, swarming with shuttles all around it. S'Bien smiled at the image of the captured Pathfinder. "Menkha. Prepare to beam me and my team there, post haste" Without waiting for an acknowledgement, S'Bien made his way to the transporter bay. The Invincible came within transporter range, and minutes later, S'Bien and his team beamed onto the Pathfinder. The lead technician in charge, greeted him. "Welcome aboard the Pathfinder, rekkhai" he said. S'Bien smiled and looked around the Lloahn'na ship. The layout was quite interesting. S'Bien and the technician toured every aspect of the ship, emphasising their tour at the Bridge and in Engineering. "We had managed to extract a lot of information on this vessel from our prisoners as well as the ship's computers, And my men are currently tearing the ship apart to analyse every aspect of the ship" replied the technician. Indeed, S'Bien could see the swarms of Engineers pulling out every console, and looking it over with precise detail. "So au have learned a lot about this ship, then" he asked. "Oh, ie. Very much so. Not only on this ship, but of the NX class range as a whole" "That'll prove to be beneficial of the future" S'Bien replied. The two men looked around the bridge. Like Engineering, scores of technicians were going over every square inch of the bridge. The Daise'Khre'Riov smiled. "I've also heard from the Preator himself. And he is pleased about your progress. Unsurprisingly, he is most happy about the capture of the Pathfinder and hopes that we can get as much out of it as we can" "Of course, rekkhai. We won't let au or the Preator down" S'Bien nodded his head ever so slightly and smiled. "Menkha" he said simply. Sure, he was still angry that tr'Uro was stupid enough to let the prisoners escape, but he felt that he'd gotten enough out of them anyway. But what mattered most was that they still had Pathfinder; one of the Lloahn'nas most powerful and advanced ships in their fleet. Romulan ----> English RES ...............Romulan Empire Ship Daise'Khre'Riov...Admiral Au.................. You Galae............... Romulan equivilent to Starfleet Oira ................ Bridge Menkha ............ Good/Excellent Lloahn'na .......... Human Rekkhai .............Sir Preator.............. Emperor of the Romulan Empire
  6. "I'll be home for Christmas" Log entry 42: 26 December, 2157 24 December, 2157 -- 2100 hours Travelling at warp five, Challenger was now about a day away from Earth. Tricia O'Connor was seated on a stool in the galley across from the ship's chef. Kimiko and Ensign Kas were unavailable to look after her, so the five-year-old girl was placed under the Chef's care. It wasn't in his job description, and he never really dealt with kids much, but he, like everyone else on the Challenger was growing to like Tricia. Being on the ship now for more than two weeks, she was starting to become an unofficial mascot character for the Challenger. Her charming and bubbly personality really did help to win a lot of people over. She was watching the chef make a turkey for the Challenger's Christmas dinner tomorrow. "Is that enough for everybody?" she asked curiously. "There's lots of people on the ship, and they eat a lot when Kimiko and Kas take me to the mess hall" "Oh, don't worry about that" chef replied. "This is the biggest turkey available and should be more than enough for everybody. But I'm making one more just in case" he winked. "Oooh" Tricia looked at the bird as the chef injected it with flavouring. "Looks good, eh? Say, would you like to help me mash these potatoes? All you need to do is smash them up until they're all squished" She had never smashed any potatoes before. But she did like the idea of smashing things. She nodded and the chef gave her a square grated instrument to do the job. Tricia looked at it curiously. She ran her finger along the grating. "It's the mash the potatoes with. Easier than using a fork" Tricia looked at the chef and the square instrument. With a hard thrust, she smashed the device into the bowl of potatoes. Then again, and again, until she was resembling the shower scene in Psycho. "Not bad.. but it might be better if you do it slower" The chef took the instrument from Tricia and shower her the proper technique. He slowly twisted his wrist and let the tool mash the potatoes. "It's much more easier this way. And you won't use as much effort. It's also cleaner too" he said, looking at Tricia's shirt, hands and arms, now stained with smashed potatoes. A quick learner, Tricia mastered the instrument a few seconds later. She was happy at how much more easier it was to smash the potatoes. "There you go. You're a pro at this now" Tricia smiled at the chef's compliment and busily continued her task, whilst the chef added the stuffing to the turkey. At the moment, Tricia was enjoying herself and was already starting to forget her traumatising experience on the Carnival Grandeur. But the fact of the matter was, that Challenger is currently at war with the Romulans and Tricia can't stay here forever. Everybody on the ship knew that. They were lucky Tricia wasn't hurt when the Romulans attacked Challenger on their last rescue mission. It was a not so subtle reminder that a starship at war was definitely no safe place for a five-year-old girl. But still, everyone felt sad knowing that her days here were numbered. After their mission was over, Captain Giovanni ordered that her next of kin be found by the time they make it back to Earth. The Operations Officer worked tirelessly contacting Starfleet and researching her family's history. Safely back in United Earth space, Tricia had announced that she had finished smashing her potatoes. The chef checked her work appreciatively. "Nice job, Tricia. And so quickly too" Tricia smiled her thanks. Just then, a young woman Tricia didn't recognise entered the kitchen. Chef and Tricia looked up. "Hello Chef, Tricia" she smiled at both. "I have you at a disadvantage" the woman said in an Australian accent. "My name is Kelly Smith. It's nice to meet you" Smith extended her hand which Tricia shook. "Listen, I know were still a long way from Earth, but I have someone who wants to talk with you" Smith looked over at the chef. "Do you mind if I borrow Tricia for a few minutes?" The chef looked up from the turkey. "Oh, no. Go ahead... see you later, Tricia" he said, then resumed stuffing the stuffing into the turkey. Smith took Tricia by the hand and took her to a console in the mess hall. It wasn't lunch or dinner yet, so no one else was here. Smith and Tricia sat down at a console, which Smith proceeded to activate. Smith pressed a few buttons and soon, an older middle-aged looking couple appeared on screen. "Hello, Tricia darling!" the woman on the screen said. "Grandma, Gram pa!" Tricia said excitedly. "It's good to see you again too. We've missed you" the man said. "Are you enjoying your time with these nice people on the Challenger?" he asked. "Yes!" Tricia replied and told them about her adventures on the bridge, arboretum and various other places on the ship. "Sounds like you're really enjoying yourself" the grandfather said. "Yeah, I am. I learnt to make ice cream and smashed potatoes" "Ooh, that's nice honey. We'll be sure to make some for you when you come back" Tricia smiled. She may have been only five, but she knew that she would soon have to leave the Challenger. Kimiko and Kas told her that they were now going home to Earth. They would drop her off there, but she knew that they wouldn't stay for long. They would soon leave for another mission somewhere far, far away -- without her. The captain told her that it wasn't safe for her to be here too long, and 'plus your family would miss you very much', as the captain said. Tricia did miss her grandpa and grandma very much, as well as her older sister and big brother. Lt. Smith left Tricia alone to talk with her grandparents. She walked over to the chef who was now putting the turkey into the oven. "So, they've found her family? I know it's for the better, but I must admit, I'll miss the little squirt" he said as he set the turkey into the bottom rack. "Yeah, so will I. She's a nice kid and went through a lot. She's a tough cookie and would make a great officer one day" "No doubt" the chef replied. "But to answer your question, after a bit of research, we found her grandparents. They've been on vacation to Alpha Centauri for the past month, which is why it took so long to get a hold of them. Obviously, they were devastated to learn the news, but they said they will take her under their care. They live in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada which is where Tricia will be dropped off at when we get to Earth" "And the rest of her family?" asked the chef. "In addition to aunts and uncles in various parts of Earth, she also has an older sister studying at Oxford University and an older brother who serves on the Armstrong" Chef nodded. "Nice to know she still has a lot of people to care for her. It's hard losing your parents, and she seems to be taking it very well" Smith smiled. "As I said, she's a tough girl. She seems to get over things quickly" A few minutes later, Tricia ended her conversation with her grandparents. Lt. Smith came over and brought her back to the kitchen. "Did you like talking with your grandparents?" asked the chef. Tricia nodded. "That's great" the chef replied. "Anyway, the turkey is cooking and should be ready for tomorrow" Tricia smiled. "We're still a day away from Earth though and Captain Giovanni told me to ask if you wanted to be our guest of honour" "I would like that!" Tricia said. "He'll be happy to know that, I'm sure. Some of the crew also have some presents for you for Christmas as well. So, we can open under the tree in the morning. Tricia smiled excitedly at the prospect. While she couldn't wait to see her grandparents in Victoria, it was nice for Tricia to know that she was so well loved here as well. Due to the time differences of the Challenger and Victoria, Tricia would actually have two Christmases. For someone who went through so much, though, it seems only fitting.
  7. "A funny feeling" Log entry 41: 25 December, 2157 23 December, 2157 Like a bat out of hell, Challenger and her support fleet warped as far away from Romulan space as fast as their engines could take them. Sergio knew that they're uninvited intrusion into their space would definitely have riled up the higher ups in Romulan Command. The captain relaxed in his seat, relieved at the fact that the Challenger fleet managed to fend off six birds of prey to make their escape, and he knew that more were on their way. Sergio grabbed his cup of coffee rested on his armrest and walked over to the Operations console. "Ensign" he asked of the young man at the station "What's the status of the rescued crew members of the Pathfinder?" He gave the man a few moments to check on his console. "I've received word from the Upholder and Hornet's Medical Staff; where 2/3 of the crew have been beamed to and they tell me that they have undergone treatment. They tell me at that most of them have suffered moderate to major injuries, but will recover fully" "The remaining 1/3 on various corvettes and frigates are also doing fine as well" Sergio nodded. "Are they well enough to communicate? I know I'd like to know if they've seen the Romulans in person" the Captain added. "Some of them are. Captain Chapman of the Lotus says that he's going to talk with the Chief Science Officer of the Pathfinder. She is currently the highest ranking officer of the Pathfinder well enough to talk to him" Sergio mulled at this a little bit. "Ensign, prepare a shuttle pod for me and contact Captain Chapman. I'd like to be there when he chats with the Science Officer" The Operations officer looked up at the captain and nodded. "Aye sir. Shuttle Pod 1 is ready for use, and Captain Chapman is now awaiting your arrival" he said one minute later. "Thank you" Sergio said and nodded back and walked off the bridge. Ten minutes later. Sergio and a few security and MACO officers boarded the shuttle pod. Its engines already at idle, Sergio settled into his seat as the pilot went through her preflight checks. Once they were done, she requested launch clearance. A few seconds later, it was granted. It was a short trip to the Iroquois, as the fleet was still flying together. Soon, Pod 1 was grabbed by Lotus' grappling hook and reeled inside. Awaiting him was Captain Colin Chapman. A young man, not much older than Sergio. "Sergio! It's been too long. Welcome aboard the Lotus" Sergio smiled. "Thanks, Colin. Though I wish it was under better circumstances" Chapman nodded back. "Don't we all. Anyway, Pathfinder's Chief Science Officer, is resting in sickbay. She's still in serious condition, but she has agreed to speak with us about her stay at the Romulan outpost" A few decks up, was the sickbay. Sergio and Chapman stepped off the left and entered. Aesthetically, Lotus' sickbay was similar to Challenger's albeit in a smaller scale. Inside, all of Lotus' biobeds were full of crewmen in various stages of conditions. All looked to be resting comfortably. In the far fight corner, was a bed occupied by a female Vulcan. Her face was bruised and had a bluish-green tint that looked pretty unnatural. She was hooked up to a breathing apparatus, but her eyes were open and she looked alert. "Commander Polara, I assume?" asked Sergio tentatively. The Vulcan looked up at Sergio and nodded. "Yes sir. That is I. Might I take this opportunity to thank you and your crew for your role in our rescue on behalf of the rest of my crew" Sergio nodded humbly. "None needed. It's all part of our job. But I'm glad to see that so many of you are now safe and sound" "Indeed. And those who weren't as lucky are undoubtedly now in a better place" Polara said blankly. "I'm sure of it" replied Sergio. "As am I. Now.. getting to business, the reason why we are here is to ask you about your stay with the Romulans" Captain Chapman said. Polara nodded and told them she would answer their questions to the best of her ability. "First of all" Chapman continued, "what kind of information did they try to get out of you?" "They wanted to know why we violated their space As well as the UESN's activities at the Earth/Romulan space border. We were truthful and told them that we did not violate their space. In fact, they had violated our space themselves, as well as the fact that our activities along the border were routine space exploration and freight missions and posed no threat to the Romulan government, sadly they had chosen not to believe us" "What did they sound like? Did you ever get a chance to see them in person?" asked Sergio curiously. Polara shifted in her bed. "We were not able to see their true faces. They were wearing grey uniforms and their heads were covered by a round helmet to prevent identification. Additionally, their voices sounded.. tinny.. as you humans put it. Their translation software seemed quite crude making it difficult to understand their questions" "They also seemed to be very ... pushy... and harsh on the crew. Especially when they did not comply with their instructions" she added. "And did you manage to overhear anything from them that might be considered of value?" asked Chapman. "No... from what I can tell, the outpost we were in was considered too far off. Plus, the guards put us in sound proof cells, and overhearing their conversations were hard" "Drat.." Chapman said quietly. "I wonder.." Chapman suddenly said. "What do you know about the Romulans? Does the Vulcan Government have any additional information on them that could be of benefit?" Polara answered quickly. "I'm afraid that I do not know much about the Romulans and the Vulcan Government about the same as yours does. The Romulans are just as mysterious to us, as they are to you" Sergio listened quietly. Something didn't seem right inside him when Polara answered Chapman. But he didn't know what. He chose to remain quiet though and listened on. The interrogation went on for another half hour, before the doctors told her to rest. Polara seemed to feel more exhausted and was still weak and the doctors told them that she needed to sleep. Sergio and Chapman left Sickbay and Polara in peace to rest. Outside of sickbay, Chapman escorted Sergio back to the shuttle bay. "Was it just me, or did you get a weird feeling inside you when Polara told you that her government knew nothing about the Romulans?" Chapman sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah. I wasn't just you, but I wouldn't be surprised really. I don't think the Vulcans still trust us completely even after all these years. I wouldn't hold it past them, really" Sergio rolled his eyes in agreement. The two Captains stepped off the lift and Sergio soon stepped back into his pod. They said their goodbyes and soon Pod 1 started up and left the Lotus. On his way back to Challenger, Sergio got to thinking. Perhaps he's probably right about the Vulcans, Sergio thought to himself. The same uneasy feeling still lingered inside him; and so far, this funny feeling was never wrong.
  8. A reminder that Challenger, NX-05 will not be simming next Sunday (30 December), due to the holidays. We will resume the Sunday following, 6 January, 2008. We would like to wish you a Happy Holidays and a prosperous New Years.
  9. The Challenger continues its mission to find the missing Pathfinder... 161207.txt
  10. The crew of the Challenger continue to explore the Pathfinder's escape pod. An unnamed officer found something interesting in the logs. A crew meeting in the observation lounge was called prior to pausing. TBS will be 30 minutes, and crew are expected to attend. Sun_12_02_07.txt
  11. Challenger, NX-05 will be simming as scheduled this Sunday. If there's enough people we'll continue on plot as usual, or have some kind of unofficial sim. Attendance Sunday is optional.
  12. Enclosed are the chatlogs of the last two weeks of the Challenger. Sorry I haven't been posting them up lately. Been a bit busy in RL. 10202007.txt 101407.txt
  13. With the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday in Canada, attendance will not be mandatory or counted tommorow. If we have enough players to sim, then we will continue the plot as usual, otherwise, we may do something off-plot or cancel alltogether depending on the number of players attended. The Challenger Command Team wishes its Canadian players a very happy Thanksgiving holiday, and a very happy Columbus Day to our American contingient. (Even if I'm not exactly sure what one does on Columbus Day).
  14. "The Darkness Calls" Log entry 40: 29 September, 2157 LOCATION UNKNOWN A sudden jolt awakens the man from his cold, uncomfortable sleep. Unshaven and dishevelled, he is rather violently pushed forward and out of his dark, grey and dank holding cell. Disoriented, he stumbles for a few steps before being jolted again. "Come on! Get a move on, human!" shouts the tinny voice of his persecutor. The hot searing pain of 5000 volts of electricity surges through his body. Damn, that's something he's still not used to. Even though it's routine now, ever since he wound up here. Where? It was certainly beyond him. Every day, every hours or so, they'd wake him. And prod him with the taser, directing him forward, like a cow to the slaughter. They seem to know to come just as he's about to get comfortable and fall asleep -- something he hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing in so long. How long? He didn't know. A week? A month? Years? All sense of time was lost on him by now. But then, beating tased, beaten and damn nearly killed and left to die on more occasions than one can count does that to a person. And the interrogations.... they'd drone out for hours asking every little thing. No lenience at all with these lot. Every time, he'd come out with more bruises and cuts on his body. Sometimes he'd wish they'd just kill him and get it over with. But there's one thing that prevents Captain Joseph St. Lawrence from giving up the ghost so easily. His crew. Somewhere, they are also in this god-forsaken hell hole, going through the same routine as he was. The Romulans don't really let him see any of them. Well, unless they drag the dead body of one of his crewmen past his cell. So far, he counted 9. Mostly low-ranking people who were of no use to them, but there were also those who stood their ground and refused to cooperate. Stubborn, but very brave at the same time. Like his Chief Engineer, Commander Brady. He wasn't recognisable as a human once the Rommies were done with him. Which is why, he was surprised to see his Chief Science and Executive Officer Commander Polara in the Interrogation Centre shackled to a chair in front of him. The Vulcan looked up. "It is most agreeable to see you Captain" she said, still displaying a calm, cool demeanour. You really gotta hand it to these Vulcans. Thought St. Lawrence. She was pretty banged up as well, by the looks of it as well. St. Lawrence was shoved onto a seat next to Polara and shackled. A short and stout Romulan walked in and sat in front of them. "Both of us this time, eh? You guys must be pretty desperate for information" replied the captain. "Sorry, but I think you squeezed us dry already" The fat Romulan sneered. "Silence! I'll let you know when you are squeezed dry" he stormed. "I'm you will" muttered St. Lawrence under his breath. The fat Romulan chose to ignore that remark for now. Two more Romulan guards walked in, clad in their dark grey and black uniforms, and pointed a strange alien weapon at them. "Now, about these recent increased activities along the Neutral Zone..." the fat Romulan inched closer to the two Pathfinder crew, as one of the guards closed the door... To be continued....
  15. Congratulations to: Dave Grey on his promotion to Lieutenant Commander from Lieutenant Senior Grade, Jas McFellan on her promotion to Lieutenant Senior Grade from Lieutenant and Mark Davis and Doug on their promotions from Ensign to Lieutenant Junior Grade. We wish you all the best as you handle the new found responsibilities your new ranks entails. EDIT: Congrats to Kimiko Johnson as well for her promotion from 2nd Lieutenant to 1st Lieutenant as well. I forgot to add it to the list, because I'm stupid. :)