STSF Jumper

Colonel Popsicle aka Colonel Christopher Marx (formerly of New York apparently) is successfully awakened. chatlog2014-8-4-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek = = = = Mission Brief = = 08.11.14 Mission Brief: June 15 2261 (Stardate 2261.257) Time Between Sims is 5 Minutes. Colonel Popsicle aka Christopher Marx is awake and seems to be aware of his surroundings and is speaking, New Yorker accent and all. = = End Mission Brief = =

08.04.14 June 15 2261 (Stardate 2261.257) Mission Brief: Time Between Sims is 12 Hours. Our Sciences and Medical personnel will attempt to revive the surviving crew member of the UNSS Bounty, Colonel Marx. Mission Summary: LTCDR TAral and the medical staff revive COL Christopher Marx as CDR Wesley, LTCDR KVar and CPT Calestorm observe the proceedings. Mission Specialist Byblos and Morale Officer T’Chana discuss weaponry. Time Between Sims is Five Minutes.

STSF_Scooter -> Evening Doc T'Aral -> Good evening Commander, and good evening to you, Byblos. Byblos -> ::kerplunk:: STSF_Scooter -> Mr Byblos Byblos -> Hello Doctor, Commander Byblos -> Chief Shalin Shalin -> Hey Byblos! Shalin -> Hi Everybody. STSF_Scooter -> Deathwish STSF_Scooter -> Crash is on her way Shalin -> Finally got my red shirt. STSF_Scooter -> Just don't kick the dilithium frame with the reactor online Byblos -> And he is working with a warpcore...what a Deathwish. Except if his wish comes true...we are all dead too! Shalin -> Aww ... you stole it! I was looking to play on that one of these days. Shalin -> "I'm doing my best to get the dilithium chamber back online ... it's not like I can just run in there and kick it in place!" Crash Calestorm -> test STSF_Scooter -> C- Crash Calestorm -> Wow, first shot I'll take it Crash Calestorm -> Evening Folks and apologies for lateness, lets get going Crash Calestorm -> Everyone read the brief? Shalin -> I probably missed it, other than we're 1 hour on course ... STSF_Scooter -> Borrowing a page from my playbook? Crash Calestorm -> Indeed Commander Shalin -> ... checking now ... Crash Calestorm -> Task Force forming up, but unknown distress call; we're diverting to check Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we zoom? Byblos -> uh diverting from where? Shalin -> No questions. T'Aral -> ... formation, one would gather. Crash Calestorm -> Some ships would be olding position, why the "Creek and say two other ships investigate Byblos -> the formation already has entered the area of ...contested or disputred space. Byblos -> ? Crash Calestorm -> Yes, Doctor, ecaxtly Crash Calestorm -> already in disputed space Byblos -> okay Roger that. STSF_Scooter -> ::hands Crash a Boggle™ cube:: Crash Calestorm -> ::oh! I remember this!:: Crash Calestorm -> alrighty - BEGIN SIM! Crash Calestorm -> *Holding, while Crash Calestorm -> *Exactly Shalin -> :: On bridge, monitoring ENG functions from remote station. :: T'Aral -> :: On bridge, observing and monitoring sciences :: Byblos -> ::loads equipment into Tomcat #13 and hops into cockpit:: Byblos -> Cally>Where you going Byblos? Espeically with all your stuff? Tifa Kvar -> ((hiya)) STSF_Scooter -> ((::flying glomp, huggle::)) Tifa Kvar -> ((hehe)) Byblos -> Oh...too much time onboard...heading out. Byblos -> Cally>Byblos I told you, we don't have spares for your bird. You damage it...your grounded. Byblos -> ::thinks:: She is right but nothing is going to happen...just a distress call..and he needs to fly with all those fighters out there. Crash Calestorm -> ::turns to COMM officer:: Do a COMM check with the Robe Creek and Roarkes Drift Crash Calestorm -> ::on bridge:: Crash Calestorm -> (Evening Tifa) Tifa Kvar -> ::Has just replaced Maya.:: Yes Ma'am. ::Does a comm check.:: Byblos -> Cally> Get that thing off the deck! ::turns towards a protective area where knuckledraggers observe take offs:: Byblos -> ::Byblso salutes as the Cockpit is sealed...he turns to the lighting ..waiting for the green....and launches:: Crash Calestorm -> ::COMM:: and have all departmetns report readiness Sparks Byblos -> Cally>::grumbles some obsenites after all the work to get the Tomcat off the stack and ready to go on short notice..and a Nausicaan who probably will get himself killed in a fighter out there:: STSF_Scooter -> Speakers> ::static::...day...Ea...ip::static:: ...S::static::B...nt... ::static:: uiring... ::static:: isst...nce...::static, fade out:: Crash Calestorm -> ::out loud, general tone:: Maybe it'll be noth--- Crash Calestorm -> ::pauses at static:: Byblos -> @::checks his Dradis..it comes alive with friendly signals...next checking his load....alll Anti Fighter weapons:: Tifa Kvar -> +shipwide+ All departements please report status. Tifa Kvar -> ::Still trying to clear up that trasmission.:: Byblos -> @+Byblos+ Creek I have joined the CAP figued I'd be more useful out here...I will stay close. Crash Calestorm -> FOPS> ::calls across bridge to COMM:: Mission Specialist Byblos has joined the CAP; all remains clear for now T'Aral -> :: Signals for status, notes results :: All sciences report battle-ready status, biosciences are on stand-by status. Medical reports ready and on alert status. Byblos -> (Flunked COMM 101 in the academy...probably just forgot it) Shalin -> :: Checks over monitors :: All Engineering departments report green. Crash Calestorm -> (you're just talking to yourself is all BG) Byblos -> @::swings under a flight of F-35s:: Byblos -> Lt Wrench> Chief Shalin...all the plumbing looks good. STSF_Scooter -> Speakers>May... ::static::...rth sh...::static:: UNS...::static:: ou...y ::static:: req... ::static:: as...::static, fade out:: Tifa Kvar -> ::snickers.:: Shalin -> ( To Lt. W ) Good, for God Knows these ships have a ton of it! Byblos -> @::hears a disjointed signal and wonder what the Captain is going to do:: Tifa Kvar -> ::Boosts power to the recievers and tries filtering the transmissions a few times.:: Tifa Kvar -> Everyone reports ready, Ma'am. ::to Cale.:: Crash Calestorm -> ::looks to Tifa:: ::nods:: Good Byblos -> Lt Wrench> They told me I have a gift at seeing the stuff...ODNs EPS conduits.....I work best with the radiating stuff from here and the core sir. Byblos -> Lt Wrench> That is computer Core. STSF_Scooter -> Speakers>Mayda.. ::static::E..rth sh...p..::static:: UNS...::static:: Bou...y ::static:: req...ing ::static:: assis...::static, fade out:: Byblos -> @::hears the F-35 pilots talking..heh...Tom-13, think you can catch up with us if we are ordered to investigate?:: Tifa Kvar -> I've made progress on the unknown transmission. It's definitely a mayday call. From an Earth ship. I'm trying it through some different frequencies. Tifa Kvar -> ::Cycles the frequencies and bands.:: Byblos -> @I have two engines you have one...I'll be fine once the call is made. Big Ugly never disappoints. <F-35 leader> I've heard about you...just don't do anything crazy. Byblos -> (flight leader to Byblos) STSF_Scooter -> Speakers>Mayday, may...::static::...day ::static: This ::static:: Earth ::static:: Bounty ::static:: requesting ::static::...ance ::static, fade to repeat:: Crash Calestorm -> ::slow walk around bridge:: Byblos -> @Lt Wrench> It is mindboggling a ship like this...like thousands of kilometers of piping..you can circle a planet! Tifa Kvar -> The Bounty? ::Looks around, seeing if anyone else heard it.:: It...it's real? Shalin -> "The Bounty" ... as in "Mutiny on the ..."? I can't imagine anyone naming a ship that these days. STSF_Scooter -> There was a rumor going around the Academy when I was there, some joker was diving into old UN records... Byblos -> F-35 Pilot> Should be making a move on that distress call...what has it been three times? <Byblos> Could be a trap. <F-35 pilot B> Probably a Merc ship. Most likely why they are thinking what to do on the Flagship. Shalin -> That one was pre-UN, Commander - old Earth British Empire. Tifa Kvar -> I have a lock on the signal. STSF_Scooter -> ::nods:: These were fragmentary records hypothesizing about an FTL drive. Byblos -> Lt Wrench>::minds the MSD looking for clogs:: T'Aral -> Lieutenant Commander: please provide me with polar co-ordinates. Crash Calestorm -> ::standing with hip against railing, arms crossed, staring at the main viewer as if by sheer force of will she'LL make answers pop out of it:: Tifa Kvar -> ::Transfers to T'Aral.:: Byblos -> @Byblos>::looks out to his left observing the Comanche Creek in all her glory:: T'Aral -> :: Signals sensory to intensify sweeps along signal co-ordinates. :: Byblos -> @Byblos>::spots another pair of F-22s flying past the Creek....additional members of the CAP:: Shalin -> :: Pauses, looks up :: ( to Scooter ) wait ... there was another 'Bounty'? Byblos -> @::Byblos ponders things and makes a call::+Comanche Creek+ Big Ugly, require a zoom over distress target? Crash Calestorm -> ::casually into the conversation:: Or it could be anything out this way. One of the Frieghters gone missing over the years, survey ship got lost. Ship full of zombies...::keeps a straight face and manages to keep looking ahead at viewscreen STSF_Scooter -> ::shrugs:: Like I said, they were fragmentary records. STSF_Scooter -> Speakers>Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is the Earth ship, UNSS Bounty. We are requesting assistance. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday ::fade to Morse code:: . . . - - - . . . Byblos -> F-35 Pilot> Dammit...not our job to suggest that Big Ugly....keep you comm OFF. T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: Captain - one would think that one encounter with mindless hordes would be adequate. STSF_Scooter -> Agreed, Doc. STSF_Scooter -> ::stifles a chuckle:: Crash Calestorm -> ::little smILe as she glances about:: OF course. T'Aral -> :: Activates library computer :: Access file - Earth Ship, UNSS Bounty. Byblos -> @ ::exhales listening to the critique....pondering WHOSE ASS his is going to KICK when he gets back....then realizes these fighters are not Black Sheeps.....they come from another Feddie ship:: Byblos -> @::looks at his Dradis noting the Creek and the Other Ship have drifted aways from the Main group of Friendlies:: Hmmm... Crash Calestorm -> UNSS Bounty? Okaaay...::Interest is tone:: this is damn peculiar... Crash Calestorm -> *in tone T'Aral -> Very curious, Captain. The UNSS Bounty is over 200 years old. There is no reason to believe that this signal is accurate. Crash Calestorm -> ::turns to FOPS:: make sure all fighters...::continues speaking:: Byblos -> @::remembers a talk about patience from Jumper and does relaxing breathing:: Tifa Kvar -> That would make sense with the static. I had to use one of the older radio bands to get it to clear up. Crash Calestorm -> ::glance from TAral to Scooter:: Where was that clause in the academy oath where it says weird is part of the job? Crash Calestorm -> 'Cause I dont remember that at all. T'Aral -> :: Activates viewer to observe sensor observations. :: STSF_Scooter -> Wasn't said, just understood. Byblos -> Lt Wrench> Looks at the healthy warp core and is grateful. Patching up Warp Cores is not his specialtiy! Shalin -> ... to bodly go where no one in their right mind wants to be. Crash Calestorm -> ::to Tifa:: let the Roarke and the Robe know that we'll take lead point from now on...have 'em fall back a bit to our flanks... STSF_Scooter -> Sensors> ::object pinged, looking rather like a very, very large airplane:: Byblos -> @F-35 Pilot> That is one old SOS system...something stinks. T'Aral -> :: Checks library record on UNSS Bounty - matching configuration. :: Tifa Kvar -> ::Signals the other ships.:: Crash Calestorm -> On screen once we have a solid ping signal on the visual... STSF_Scooter -> ::drum drum drum:: T'Aral -> :: Transfers sensor image to a main-screen window. :: STSF_Scooter -> ACTION: On the main viewscreen what looks like a super-sized V-tailed B-1 bomber appears T'Aral -> :: Examines :: Airfoils in space ... most illogical. Byblos -> @F-35 pilot> Robe is falling back, that means we fall back. Take Care Big Ugly....don't do something stupid. ::to F-35's peel back to the Robe leaving Byblos to himself at the moment. STSF_Scooter -> Unless it's also a reentry vehicle, Doc. 200 years ago, they didn't have the transporter Shalin -> So ... is that it, or at least a reasonable facsimile? Crash Calestorm -> FOPS> ::to CPT/CDR:: Our CAP remains on point Sirs. STSF_Scooter -> Definitely not a three-masted collier, DW. :chuckles:: Byblos -> @::Byblos adjusts his DRADIS to full forward scan...using the Tomcat's Powerful forward scanners to get a look...at whatever it is sending the SOS.:: Shalin -> That I figured, Sir. Crash Calestorm -> ::palm/forehead:: ::mutters:: Pirates are easy. This hurts the Preciousss. Byblos -> @+Big Ugly+ Thor and Chaser here, sling under us ...we will do a three flight formation since we are from the same deck. Copy? STSF_Scooter -> ::mutters:: I am not easy. Nor am I cheap Crash Calestorm -> ::changes position to walk over to the SCI station:: T'Aral -> :: Notices Cpt approaching :: We are currently attempting to verify the configuration. Crash Calestorm -> ::leans in to check the configuration readings herself:: Byblos -> @+Thor+Copy...I'm moving to your position...::Byblos swings the Tomcat gracefully to a point position in front of the Creek...the much larger F-22 fighters look very formidble:: Crash Calestorm -> and PAUSE SIM! Crash Calestorm -> Great job Folks as usual Byblos -> ::paused:: Shalin -> !DESUAP T'Aral -> ::][:: Crash Calestorm -> Short TBS, only 15 mins and we'll pick up where we left off. Likely prepping a team to investigate Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we zoom? Byblos -> No sir. T'Aral -> None sir. Crash Calestorm -> and CAP will stay out and about to protect us Crash Calestorm -> alrighty - Dismissed all and have a good week Tifa Kvar -> night night Byblos -> (have to read up...maybe the F-22 is not as big as I think it is) Byblos -> gnight! Crash Calestorm -> nite Byblos STSF_Scooter -> Nite

= = USS Comanche Creek = = = = Mission Brief = = 07.07.14 Mission Brief: June 13. 2261 (Stardate 2261.255) Time Between Sims has been 15 Minutes. With CAP fighters protecting our perimeter, an away team prepares to investigate the UNSS Bounty derelict. = = End Mission Brief = =

06.30.14 June 13, 2261 (Stardate 2261.255) Mission Brief: Time Between Sims has been 1 Hour. The USS Comanche Creek has entered Outer Rim space; we have an unmarked freighter on the run from formation and a weak distress signal to contend with. Mission Summary: With the remainder of Task Force 42 holding position, the Comanche Creek, Roarke’s Drift and Little Robe Creek investigate the distress signal. The UNSS Bounty, a pre-warp ship, is discovered as the source of the signal. Time Between Sims is 15 Minutes

= = MISSION BRIEF = = 06.23.14 Mission Brief: June 13, 2261 (Stardate 2261.255) Time Between Sims has been 5 Days. The Task Force has received orders to leave New Vulcan and enter into the Outer Rim Territory in search of Tavington. (We are underway at the start of the Sim, at the edge of Federation space) = = END BRIEF = = ComCreekChat2014-6-23-.txt

= = MISSION BRIEF = = = = USS Comanche Creek = = 06.02.14 Mission Brief: August 29, 2261 (Stardate 2261.240) Time Between Sims has been One Week. Updated intelligence indicates that the Dragoon pirate faction and their leader, former Starfleet Intelligence Officer Colonel Tavington, are destabilizing the Outer Rim territories more than usual; even the Orion Cartel. = = END BRIEF = = ComCreekChat14-6-2-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = 05.12.14 Mission Brief: (August 20, 2261 Stardate 2261.232) The Comanche Creekremains TDY at New Vulcan. (Shortest brief, like, ever) = = END BRIEF = = ComCreekChat2014-5-12-.txt

Byblos -> ::kerplunks and spills his tea:: T'Aral -> :: Pours a new cup of tea. :: Byblos -> I always seem to do that. STSF_Scooter -> Evening folks Byblos -> Hello Shalin, Thank you Doctor. Hello Scooter. Shalin -> Hi Commander! Shalin -> ... just fighting with WMP. Byblos -> ::errects Crash Barrier:: Byblos -> WMP?? Shalin -> ... if you put up a 'Crash' barrier, doesn't that mean that she *can't* get in? Shalin -> Apparently not. :P Byblos -> THere she goes... Crash Calestorm -> Evening all Crash Calestorm -> We'll be rolling shortly Crash Calestorm -> Incoming brief Crash Calestorm -> = = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = Crash Calestorm -> = = MISSION BRIEF = = Crash Calestorm -> 05.05.14 Mission Brief: (August 6, 2261 (Stardate 2261.218) The Comanche Creek continues New Vulcan TDY duties at New Vulcan as the investigation into Colonel Tavington moves forward; we wait on further word from volunteer field operatives. The contingent on the USS Caine deals with the discovery of a body. Crash Calestorm -> = = END BRIEF = = Crash Calestorm -> And apparently, a birth is also underway. =) Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we begin? T'Aral -> ( ... has been for some time, actually. ) Byblos -> Babies! Can't miss those! STSF_Scooter -> Well, they do say the first one's usually the longest and most difficult Crash Calestorm -> alrighty - BEGIN SIM! Shalin -> :: On board Caine ... trying to maintain order despite being in *way* over my head. :: Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> Well their is no doubt on the cause of death Chief Stark. T'Aral -> :: Currently recovering from a tenkon-snem. Byblos -> @Chief Stark>::the Chief Engineer looks down at what is left of Ensign Geoffrey on the biobed:: you actually let your cadets view the body? T'Aral -> (( That's a C-section for you non-Vulcans )) Byblos -> (thanks T`Aral ) Shalin -> :: Reports to Medical. :: Crash Calestorm -> ::main lounge on 'Creek, observation window:: Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> It was an opportunity for those who wish to study medicine to see, a corpse. Usually I admit it is a Cadaver...but this was an opportunity to experience the real thing..on a ship. Crash Calestorm -> ::takes a sip of hot beverage, watching shuttle, cargo and fighter traffic zipping to and fro:: Byblos -> @Cheif Stark> Isn't that a bit much....the cadets have been on their nerves with training..and having a psychopath onboard. Shalin -> @ (To Dr. Bolton ) I'm sure it was very enlightening. Care to share with the peanut gallery? Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> Ah Lieutenant..we were discussing the displaying of the deceased cadet to medical cadets. May I help you? Shalin -> Yes ... you can tell me what deceased the cadet. Byblos -> @Chief Stark>::looks to Shalin:: No wonder why the Captain decided to leave...this is crazy. Tifa Kvar -> ((hiya)) Shalin -> (( HI TIFA! )) STSF_Scooter -> (( ::glomp, and hands you a can of Psycho-away™:: )) Crash Calestorm -> (hi Tifa) Tifa Kvar -> ((uh oh)) Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> Body of the Cadet exhibits clasic plasma burns not a simple static burn or a common injury buy a plasma torch. But by a huge Plasma discharge..the Cadet had no Chance of survival.. Crash Calestorm -> ::many thoughts shooting through mind regarding Tavington, TDY @ Vulcan, crew assignments, the Caine problems, deployment of Medical personnel to Vulcan.....:: Crash Calestorm -> I'm gonna go nuts if I don't get some flight time in soon...::mutters:: Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton points tweasers of some sort on the Cadets charcaoled body. Tissue stands no chance ..instantly destroyed by such a powerful burst. Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Is back on the Caine for now?:: Shalin -> @ :: Keeps down lunch :: Yeah, peachy ... now, how did this poor cadet end up so crispy? Crash Calestorm -> ::flips open iComanche rather then using a bulkhead intercom:: +COmmunications+ This is Calestorm. Get me a line to New VUlcan, our medical team please.... Tifa Kvar -> Maya> +Cale+ Yes Ma'am. ::Patches Crash through.:: Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Sitting in the Caine's big chair. So glad she isn't with Shalin down in the medbay at the moment. Doesn't need to see crispy cadets.:: T'Aral -> +New Vulcan+ ( Familiar voice ) Live long and prosper. May I assist you? Byblos -> @Chief Stark> He was found in Main Engineering. Near a plasma coolent control console. I am still trying to work this out. But apparently the EPS conduit to the console, no in actuality since I saw the state lever the cadet pulled as instructed....was somehow shunted to the local EPS conduit. The Conduits in Engineering are much more powerful and loaded than other decks of the ship. It was sabotage...it was...murder. Shalin -> @ ::Sighs heavily, pinching bridge of nose :: Crash Calestorm -> +NV Voice+ This is Captain Calestorm. Ah'd like to inquire as to the state of my CMO and...the babies? ::very formaL sounding:: Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> Murder suggests whoever did this was intending Geoffrey to pull the lever Chief Bolton be cafeful. Byblos -> @Chief Stark> Whatever! IT killed a cadet..this..sabateur we have had on this ship since we left space dock has suceeded in rattling everyone. T'Aral -> +New Vulcan+ Please specify - do you wish the status of your current Medical Officer or the one on leave? Crash Calestorm -> ::resists urge to bang head against plasti-glass of observation window:: +NV Voice+ Ah'm inquiring regarding the one on leave, thank you. Shalin -> @ ... or the saboteur simply wanted to kill *a* cadet, any one would do. Byblos -> @Chief Stark>::to Lieutenant Shalin :: My apologies. There are only a few people on board that could of done this without killing themselves. Shalin -> @ Well that's an improvement ... are they all in the brig yet? Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton>::zips up the body bag:: Crash Calestorm -> ::places coffee mug on nearby table next to a lounge chair and the requisite potted plant:: Crash Calestorm -> (feed me Seymour, feed me) Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> Yes Chief Why are you not in the brig. You are the only one on board capable of engineering all the malfunctions this ship has experienced. Byblos -> @Chief Stark> What!! I am no murderer!!! ::turns red:: How dare you!!!! T'Aral -> +NV+ T'Aral is resting after her operation with no apparent signs of discomfort. The two infants are premature and therefore are predictably underweight. However, they are safely secured in an incubative unit and appear to be otherwise in reasonable health. Shalin -> @ Staff - ATTENTION! Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> You are the only logical suspect. Unless an engineering cadet onboard is genius. Byblos -> @::both officers turn to Shalin ..the CENG is clearly furious:: Crash Calestorm -> +NV+ ::lets out a non-formal "woot" of happiness over the open channel:: Crash Calestorm -> ::glances about lounge at the few senior crew occupants with an innocent look after she fist pumps in happiness:: Shalin -> @ Now - this has to be gotten under control now. :: Pings Security :: Two security officers to Medical immediately. Crash Calestorm -> (anyone have any tranquilizer darts there for the Chief?) T'Aral -> +NV+ The attending medical specialists are resting after the operation. I will expedite their return as soon as you require it. Crash Calestorm -> +NV Voice+ ::clears throat, back to formal tone:: Noted and ah thank you very much for the information. Ah wanted to inquire so as to inform my senior crew as to the new additions and such. Byblos -> @ CHief Bolton> Lieutenant Shalin, those would be cadets. Perhaps you should bring more of a presence onboard this vessel. Tifa Kvar -> @ Comm> ::The cadet had been tracking onboard calls, turns to Tifa unsure if she should say anything.:: Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Notices the cadet out of the corner of her eye.:: Something wrong? Shalin -> @ :: Looks at Bolton :: You were called to attention ... that means shut up. Tifa Kvar -> @ Comm> Um...just checking the board. There was a call for security to medical. Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Sits forward, tapping the arm rest.:: +Shalin+ Lt. everything alright down there? Shalin -> @ :: Turns to chief engineer. :: You will accept an escort at all times. It's not that I suspect you - it's that you have to be eliminated as a suspect. Do you understand? Byblos -> ACTION>::Security Lieutenants Able, Baker, Charlie and Delt arrive on board and enter the bridge:: Shalin -> @ +Tifa+ Of course not ... what else is new? Tifa Kvar -> @ +Shalin+ Well at least I know you're alive. They tell me security was called down to you. Byblos -> @ LT Able, Lt Tifa Kvar Mr. Byblos heard of the death and thought we might be useful. The quadurplets look at her. Byblos -> @Cheif Stark>This is madness!!! T'Aral -> +NV+ You may inform your crew that T'Kael and T'Var, daughters of T'Aral, were delivered by surgical birth at 432 hours according to your ship's chronometer. All are currently resting comfortable. Byblos -> @Chief Bolton>Of course this is a cadet vessel. Shalin -> @ :: To both chiefs :: Last warning: SHUT UP! Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Looks at the four.:: Yes, actually. Could you go down to sickbay? Lt. Shalin might need your assistance. Byblos -> @Chief Stark>Okay I stand relieved... Crash Calestorm -> +NV+ Ah sure will. ::Smile in tone:: Byblos -> @Able> Yes Lt Tifa Kvar. LEt's go bros! Shalin -> @ :: Turns to Chief Engineer :: No you don't - you don't get off that easy, cousin. Byblos -> ACTION> A few moments and Four Security Officers from the Creek arrive in the Medical Bay...LT Able in the lead. Shalin -> @ You said only a few on this ship could pull this off without killing themselves. I want names! Byblos -> @Lt Able>You called sir. Byblos -> @::All four are armed with phaser pistols:: Shalin -> @ :: Turns to Able :: Stand by ... Shalin -> @ :: Turns back to Stark :: Well? Crash Calestorm -> +NV Voice+ Thank y'all for your time, COmanche Creek out. ::formal tone, but accent coming out in happy:: Crash Calestorm -> +Comm/Creek+ Maya, ping the Commander for me. T'Aral -> +NV+ Live Long and Prosper, Captain. Byblos -> @Chief Stark> Early on, the pranks could of been done by Engineering cadets..Any Engineer cadet with basic ODN EPS classes could modify certain systems.. Example..when the Captain's Viewscreen dispalyed a Fishbowl...with fish floating by. Byblos -> @Chief Stark> But the escalation of the pranks....suggested a more talented..sorry....well that is the word I think ...knowledgable individual in ships systems. Crash Calestorm -> +NV+ Peace and long life Crash Calestorm -> (my request to Maya comes after the NV last line) Shalin -> @ :: Sighs :: I got the idea ... is this going anywhere, Chief? Byblos -> @Chief Stark>You would have to detain all engineering cadets. Tifa Kvar -> Maya> ::pings Scooter with incomming call from Cale.:: Shalin -> @ Terrific. :: Signals Tifa :: Tifa Kvar -> @ +Shalin+ What's the news? STSF_Scooter -> ::wraps a towel around herself and her hair to answer:: -=Crash=- Yes, Captain? Byblos -> @CHief Bolton> Wait...::looks at the security guards:: Indentical Quadruplets? The odds.....LT Baker> Keep it quiet Doctor. Shalin -> @+Tifa+ Call the Creek, tell them that we need an Engineering Away Team capable of keeping the Caine in orbit. We have to arrest the Engineering Department. Crash Calestorm -> +Scooter+ Commander, we've got twins - T'Kael and T'Var. Mother and daughters are resting. Shalin -> @+Tifa+ Call in the Vulcans if you have to. Byblos -> LT Charlie> LT Shalin a recommendation... Tifa Kvar -> @ +Shalin+ ::sighs:: That bad? Shalin -> @ +Tifa+ Yeah ... Shalin -> @ :: Turns to LT.C. :: Yes Lieutenant? Crash Calestorm -> (evening and welcome Drae) Drae Shelton -> ('Lo and thanks, Cap.) Byblos -> @LT Charlie> Doesn't Byblos tinker with Ship Systems too...he might be useful in the investigation. STSF_Scooter -> -=Crash=- Well...send the card around the ship to get signed... Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Turns to the comm.:: Make a call to the Creek. Send it to the ready room. ::Gets up from the chair and goes to the RR.:: Byblos -> Lt Bolton> Ugh..the Nausicaan...his foul stench must he be invovled? Shalin -> @ (to LTC ) Definitely ... in the meantime locate an empty cargo hold. Can't find one? Make one. We're going to be locking up a bunch ... Crash Calestorm -> +Scooter+ ::bark of laughter:: Byblos -> (Doctor...Cafffiene wearing off) Crash Calestorm -> +Scooter+ Aye, i"LL get right on that. ::humor in tone:: Shalin -> @ :: To LTC, pointing at Dr. Bolton :: This one - to the Brig - NOW! Tifa Kvar -> @ Cadet Kim> +Creek+ USS Comanche Creek, this is the Caine. Crash Calestorm -> +Scooter+ Im heading to the bridge, shift almost starting. Byblos -> @Lt Able> Yes Lt Shalin! Doctor, Chief...follow me! Tifa Kvar -> Maya> Hmm. +Cale+ Captain. incoming call from the Caine. Shalin -> @ ( mumbling ) Sweet Maryia Sunshine! Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> What? You need me in sickbay in case another incident occurs...that is a most unwise decistion. Shalin -> @ BRIG - NOW! Byblos -> @Lt Baker> ::moves with Pistol pointed at Bolton:: Shalin -> @ +Tifa+ Hey Tifa ... Another call to the Creek: we'll need a CMO, too. Crash Calestorm -> ::moves across lounge to exit the area:: Tifa Kvar -> Maya> ::Makes the line secure, since the cadet probably didn't do so.:: Tifa Kvar -> @ +Shalin+ Got it. Byblos -> @Doctor Bolton> Mark my words Lieutenant...you are making a big mistake! ::leaves along with the Chief escorted by the four security guards:: Shalin -> @ ( more mumbling ) Gods, I miss T'Aral. Byblos -> @Action> ::near Shalin an medical sound is heard....a biobed...heartbeat sound:: Shalin -> @ :: Turns to look at biobed. :: Byblos -> @THE BIOBED IS EMPTY...BUT THE MEDICAL DISPLAY ABOVE IT BEHAVES AS IF A PATIENT IS ON THE BED Shalin -> @ Oh craters ... Crash Calestorm -> SSGT VEga> USS Caine> ::patrolling with small squad of marines, making sure things are quiet and remain quiet:: Byblos -> @Thump..thump....thump thump.....thump...thump.....THEN THE DISPLAY GOES BLANK AS IT SHOULD BE. Shalin -> @ :: Dashes out of room and closes door. :: Tifa Kvar -> ((Well that was wierd)) Shalin -> @ :: Looks around for medical cadet :: You - Get Over Here! Tifa Kvar -> Maya> +Crash+ Captain, I have a call from Tifa. Seems important. I have it secured. Byblos -> @Nurse Widow> ::approaches:: Yes Lieutenant? Crash Calestorm -> ::has exited turbolift onto bridge:: Shalin -> @ This is a ward room - it can be put under medical lockdown, right? Crash Calestorm -> ::indicates that the call be sent to command chair Intercom:: Tifa Kvar -> Maya> ::opens call.:: Crash Calestorm -> +Tifa+ This is the Captain. Whats up Sparks? Byblos -> @Nurse Widow> Yes Lieutenant it can. but.. Tifa Kvar -> @ :;Sitting in the ready room.:: +Cale+ Captain, how much do you love me? Shalin -> @ No Buts - Lock it - NOW! Byblos -> @Nurse Widow> Yes Lieutenant! ::goes to the doorpad and enters a code...the panel glows red suggesting a lockdown:: Tifa Kvar -> @ +Cale+ Enough to send me, oh I don't know, half the crew over here? Crash Calestorm -> @ +Tifa+ ::pauses:: ....whhhhyyyyy? Crash Calestorm -> (wait, scratch my @) Tifa Kvar -> ((put that after Cale's response)) Crash Calestorm -> +Tifa+ What happened Sparks? Byblos -> @ Nurse Widow> It is done sir. Shalin -> @ Good. This door is not to open until a full security team is here ... got it? Byblos -> @ Nurse Widow> Yes Lieutenant I will stand out here to prevent anyone from entering. What about people from your ship. I know they are aboard? Tifa Kvar -> @ ::Takes a deep breath.:: +Cale+ Well seems the entire engineering section are murder suspects, so they are all being arrested. Oh and I guess the CMO did something as well, so he's getting locked up. So we need enough engineers to run the ship, and probably debug anymore traps, a doctor, and say Byblos and more security to boot. Shalin -> @ NOBODY opens this door until I or my Captain says so. Got It? Byblos -> @Nurse Widow> Yes sir. Crash Calestorm -> +TIfa+ ::No hesistation:: Y'all pull who ya need. Send me a personnel request list and myself and the Commander'll have 'em over there before the digital echo dies Crash Calestorm -> PAUSE SIM Tifa Kvar -> ::paused:: Shalin -> @ +Tifa+ ... and get some MACOs, too! Tifa Kvar -> lol Crash Calestorm -> lol Shalin -> :: DESUAP Crash Calestorm -> Excellent job all as usual Folks STSF_Scooter -> Uh oh...better get MACO T'Aral -> :: ][ :: Byblos -> ::paused:: Crash Calestorm -> TBS is two weeks Crash Calestorm -> questions before we zoom? Byblos -> woah... T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: Two weeks? I shall be fully ambulatory. Crash Calestorm -> Indeed Shalin -> Great ... another Lovecraftian Horror. Crash Calestorm -> and the incident(s) on the Caine wont be resolved overnight Crash Calestorm -> So, we'll pick up in two weeks STSF_Scooter -> Cthulhu> ::sleep shambles past:: Crash Calestorm -> Alrighty Folks - diSmissed Tifa Kvar -> night night STSF_Scooter -> nitol

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = 04.28.14 Mission Brief: August 2, 2261 (Stardate 2261.214) Time Between Sims has been 24 Hours. Unwelcome details on missing Intelligence Officer Colonel Tavington have come to clandestine light. The Captain has gathered the command staff and senior officers for a briefing. = = END BRIEF = = ComCreekChat2014-4-28-.txt

04.21.14 Mission Brief: August 1, 2261 (Stardate 2261.213) Time Between Sims has been 24 Hours. Our crew continues to support the officers with training of the USS Caine cadet crew, from shipboard training to ship to ship maneuvers to ground training on New Vulcan and everything in between and sideways. ComCreekChat14-4-21-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = 04.14.14 Mission Brief: July 31, 2261 (Stardate 2261.212) Time Between Sims has been 72 Hours. Our crew rotates between New Vulcan and cadet training duties on the Caine. = = END BRIEF = = ComCreekChat14-4-14-.txt

Crash Calestorm -> = = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = Crash Calestorm -> = = MISSION BRIEF = = Crash Calestorm -> 04.07.14 Mission Brief: July 28, 2261 (Stardate 2261.209) Time Between Sims has been 72 Hours, we remain TDY at New Vulcan. Additional orders from Admiral Coyote indicate a training vessel has diverted to the colony and we are to take charge of the ship and cadet training at arrival. Crash Calestorm -> = = END BRIEF = = Crash Calestorm -> The Caine will be docking during the Sim, etc Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we zoom? Shalin -> Is there any way to download a Youtube video and shorten it? Byblos -> Bybs would like to hang out with Vega given this is HIS cup of tea! Crash Calestorm -> Uh, I'll need to leave that to the technical geeks DW Crash Calestorm -> I'm sure I can break out Vega Byblos Shalin -> ( pouts ) Byblos -> (kills with a blade-Low Tech) Crash Calestorm -> Sorry DW =) Shalin -> ;) Crash Calestorm -> Alrighty - BEGIN SIM! Shalin -> :: At helm :: Crash Calestorm -> (and Folks bear with me as Im just south of zonked. Just warn me if I type something really wierd, or wierder I should say) T'Aral -> :: Reclining on balcony at home, hears a pinging sound in the distance. :: Crash Calestorm -> :-P Shalin -> ( Only if we can't figure out what you meant. ) Crash Calestorm -> (Exactly!) Crash Calestorm -> Crash> ::emerges from Ready Room/Day cabin in preparation for arrival of USS Caine:: Crash Calestorm -> ::to Relief COMM Officer:: How far out are they now Maya? T'Aral -> :: Khora steps out, shares a Starfleet dispatch. T'Aral nods, then activates a communicator. :: Crash Calestorm -> Maya> ::gives Calestorm the what what:: Crash Calestorm -> SSGT VEga> ::moving with a purpose through corridors of 'Creek to meet up with Byblos:: T'Aral -> +CC+ Commanche Creek - please acknowledge. Crash Calestorm -> Maya> +Taral+ Comanche Creek here, go ahead Byblos -> Byblos> Awaiting at the Designated TL for Vega....and spots him. Sergant! T'Aral -> +CC+ Please patch me through to the Captain at your convenience. Crash Calestorm -> Vega> ::waves a big hand at the Big Guy as he approaches:: Crash Calestorm -> Maya> ::turns and speaks towards Crash:: Incoming from Doctor Tartal, Sir Crash Calestorm -> *Taral (sorry Doc) Byblos -> ::with his BFG and more Tactical looking gear:: I think the Captain is going to need you big for this one. Crash Calestorm -> Crash> ::Maya:: put her through to the command chair pickup Maya Crash Calestorm -> SSGT VEga> ::Byblos:: Thats correct Big Ugly. You and I got shot to the top of the list to handle the situation with the Caine. Training is the name of the game. ::flips through screens on a portable data slate:: Crash Calestorm -> Vega> ::Byblos:: and we need to make sure everything is calm on that ship once it settles into orbit Crash Calestorm -> Crash> ::toggles pick up:: DOc, this is Crash, Whats up? Byblos -> The Detachment on New Vulcan, in my opinion as a Merc...is not up to par either. But this situation could be ugly. I will follow your lead. Crash Calestorm -> * +TAral+ T'Aral -> +Crash+ Captain: please confirm that you have filed my status as 'inactive'. Crash Calestorm -> SSGT Vega> ::Byblos:: ::waves a hand again:: my guys can look into and handle the work up on the planetary defense forces Byblos -> ::nods:: Aye sir. Crash Calestorm -> CrasH> +TAral+ Aye Doc, hang on there a minute...::accesses her digital data slate:: Crash Calestorm -> Vega> ::Byblos:: The Caine training and situation takes top priority. I really dont know what happened, but the Border Patrol Brass was asked directly to help with the problem. Crash Calestorm -> Crash> +Taral+ ::slightlY puzzled tone:: Showin' as inactive Doc, 'specially with you this far along. There a problem? Crash Calestorm -> ACTION> the USS Caine has arrived in system and pings the USS Comanche Creek with a greeting T'Aral -> +Crash+ Apparently so. I have just been contacted with orders to evaluate one Lieutenant Thomas Keefer in regards to mental stability. I assume there is a question of his mental state? Crash Calestorm -> VEga> ::Byblos:: per the briefing to Dep Heads and senior staff, the cadets on this ship are a little....exhuberant? Not unfit for duty, just not the top of the class if you know what I mean? Byblos -> I think Shalin 's friend Tch`ana should greet thise guys she'll scare the (Nausicaan curse word) out of them. Crash Calestorm -> Vega> ::Bybs:: and I dont know, and I dont wanna know what happened with the command staff or the captain of the Caine, but things apparently got a little complicated. The caps been removed. ::confidental tone:: Crash Calestorm -> Vega> ::Bybs:: ::roars with laughter:: Shalin -> :: Directs CC along side the Caine. :: In position, Captain. Crash Calestorm -> Crash> ::+Taral+ There is a question, that is correct. As you're off duty Doc, you wont be evaluating him though. Cant be having you stress yourself in that conidition Crash Calestorm -> *Oh dear - *condition Crash Calestorm -> ::to Deathwish:: escort 'em in, standard orbit Vulcan for now Byblos -> ::looks to Vega:: So noted. ::taken aback from the joke:: is it possible for wild Marines to overthrow a Senior officer like this? Does it happen often? Doesn't seem Starfleet to me. T'Aral -> +CC+ Indeed? Have you spoken with Fleet Medical? The message seemed rather specific on the matter. Crash Calestorm -> (Oh - and details on the Caine as a cadet training are forthcoming. The Commander has the specs/class) Byblos -> You all seem nice and happy with each other. Crash Calestorm -> SSGT Vega> ::motions for him to walk with him to the hanger bay access area:: It wasnt marines, it was the XO and CHief of the Boat. Caine is a trainer, no marines on board at least for this session Shalin -> (( Looks to the left ... the right ... Commander's nowhere in sight ... )) Tifa Kvar -> ((hiya)) Byblos -> ::follows:: Cadets? Shalin -> (( SUPER GLOMP! )) Crash Calestorm -> Crash> +TAral+ I did Doc and told 'em they were just gonna have to get a trained shrink out here ASAP to eval Captain Keefer Byblos -> ( Hi Tifa Kvar ) Crash Calestorm -> (GROUP HUG!! ::joins the Tifa glomp: :) Tifa Kvar -> ((hehe)) Byblos -> ::Byblos Follows Vega...like he needs back up....to where the story will unfold:: T'Aral -> +Crash+ While I appreciate your protective nature, Captain, that is hardly necessary. I am quite capable of performing an evaluation; I simply am unable to travel. Crash Calestorm -> SSGt Vega> ::Big Guy:: So basically Big Ugly, you and me are taking a designated command shuttle over as the first contact team so to sepak. ::ducks into an access corridor:: Crash Calestorm -> ACTION> ::the Caine acknowledges and follows the 'Creek in:: Crash Calestorm -> *Speak Crash Calestorm -> (Sepak. Sounds like a Vulcan name) Shalin -> :: Provides lead course, directs Caine into a suitable orbit. :: Byblos -> Understood, ::follows Vega:: T'Aral -> (( I will have to remember that one. )) Crash Calestorm -> ::Crash:: +TAral+ Doc, y'all cant know if Captain Keefer ain't stark raving loony birds. What if he tries to attack you? Crash Calestorm -> ;-) T'Aral -> +Crash+ Then I will shoot him with the phaser that I will keep in my lap for just such a possibility. Shalin -> :: Overhears ... smirks. :: Crash Calestorm -> ::Crash:: +TAral+ Doc, I under--- wait, what? T'Aral -> +Crash+ You did not think I would consider assault as a possible outcome? Byblos -> (they are an endagered species...maybe they all keep phasers under the pillows) Crash Calestorm -> ::Crash:: ::is she serious? Doc with a phaser in lap:: +TAral+ Doc, even if CPT Keefer is just shy of a rooster in a hen house, you cant shoot him. Crash Calestorm -> Crash> +Taral+ Starfleet is already a little tetchy about this situation, thats why it got bounced to us Crash Calestorm -> SSGT VEga> ::to BIg:: So, we're gonna hook up with the Caine, assess the current commands staff, the situation, and then report back to Commander WEsley and Captain Calestorm ::Flags down a knuckle dragger:: T'Aral -> +Crash+ Medical regulation 1784-4-c: Personnel requred to interact with potentially unstable patients are permitted to take reasonable actions to assure their own safety. There are precidents regarding phasers locked on stun. Crash Calestorm -> Crash> ::rubs temple:: +TAral+ Okay so basically per regulations, and the fact taht yer a licensed shrink and currebtly the only one way out here....you'd like to eval CPT Keefer. And if I dont say yes yer going to blow my mind with regulations? ::banter in tone:: Shalin -> :: Mumbles :: Note to self - never spook a medic! Byblos -> Copy that. I swear I better not get panic shot again like on Harrington. If these guys are freaked out...I will defend myself. Crash Calestorm -> ::heard Shalin:; ::whispers:; You have no idea. Byblos -> ::looks at PADD:: A Dog as a witness??? Is this a sick Joke??? Crash Calestorm -> SSGT Vegas> ::Big Guy:: Dont think so. Myself and the Major (Insert name here, Comanche Creek MARDET Commander) were talking and we dont feel as if the situation has escalated that far..... Crash Calestorm -> *Vega T'Aral -> +Crash+ What I would prefer is irrelevant. I am willing to do what is necessary, and I would prefer not to have you in a position where you need to oppose fleet orders. A security detail to deliver Lieutenant Keefer should be sufficient, and I will maintain my personal safety. Crash Calestorm -> Vega> ::Byblos:: Im not even trying to figure that one out. Stranger thing have happened in this universe. ::walks up the ramp to designated shuttlecraft:: Crash Calestorm -> Crash> +TAral+ ::taps stylus pen against arm of command chair:: Okay Doc, you got it. SEC detail at all times, escorting CPT Keefer to you on VULcan. Byblos -> ::walks up the ramp:: It gives a hint that something might be up with the guy who bumped the Captain. A Dog as a witness. Dogs don't talk...::pauses:: Yet. Byblos -> ::straps himself in shuttle:: T'Aral -> +Crash+ Thank you, Captain. May the rest of your day progress more smoothly - T'Aral out. T'Aral -> (( Wait ... I was the one who was supposed to sign out. )) Byblos -> Hmmm..well done T`Aral :) Shalin -> (( Ok - she's gone - break out the cupcakes! )) Shalin -> (( Yikes - she's back ... hide the cupcakes! )) Crash Calestorm -> Who has cupcakes?!! woot! Byblos -> (the 500 buck cable bill will be in two years I predict..poor Crash) Byblos -> ::grumbles sitted next to Vega:: Better have the tricorder here check there Atmosphere. They might all be on something for all we know. ::shakes his head chuckling about the Dog:: How about a Targ next time? T'Aral -> :: Switches off communicator, deciding against a long discussion with the Captain regarding the protocols of psychological evaluations. Simpler and more direct to rest and await the detail. :: Crash Calestorm -> (set this before end of COMM> Crash> +TAral+ WE'll arrange ASAP for the evaluation Doc. Calestorm out. Byblos -> Or a Zchtack..::more chuckling:: Shalin -> :: Locks console and turns about. :: Captain - if it ain't out of line to ask ... who's taking the center seat of the Caine? Byblos -> Hmmm...Preflight check complete. ::turns to Vega:: Sorry I haven't seen much Starfleet Tabwork or Paperwork whatever you call it. But that was the oddest thing I've come across...Dogs testifying to a Captain's sanity. Crash Calestorm -> ::to Shalin:: That would be Acting CO Lieutenant Maryk, for now. We're here to evaluate and help with the training. If we find the current command staff incompetant, we'll go from there. I do need a set of eyes, several sets of eyes over there so I expect regular updates and reports....::checks a data slate:: Crash Calestorm -> SSGT VEga> ::Byblos:: ::slowly takes the shuttle upward on thrusters:: Big Ugly, this isnt' the most by the book situation, Which is probably why the Comanche Creek got it. Its also a touchy situation...command staff removing a captain from command. Thank the Great Bird its a Cadet trainer Crash Calestorm -> and paUSE SIM Shalin -> !DESUAP T'Aral -> :: ][ :: Byblos -> ::paused:: Crash Calestorm -> Folks, knocking off a couple minutes early before I faceplant on the keyboard, thanks for your patience Crash Calestorm -> Excellent gameplay as usual Shalin -> I got an idea ... give Tifa the Caine! Crash Calestorm -> The short version is the USS Caine is like an academy dorm gone viral - and its our job to get them back in line and help the comman staff Crash Calestorm -> *Command Crash Calestorm -> ::ponders:: give Tifa command of the Caine? Crash Calestorm -> ;-) Crash Calestorm -> Or, everyone could rotate Byblos -> Tifa Kvar...please take over! Shalin -> ... we could send Tch'ana over with her to act as her personal wolverine! Crash Calestorm -> I like this! Crash Calestorm -> TBS is 72 hours and in that time, feel free to do logs regarding rotation duties eitehr to Vulcan or the Caine Crash Calestorm -> We'll pretty much pick up where we left off despite the 72 hour TBS Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we zoom Crash Calestorm -> ? Shalin -> None. Crash Calestorm -> and definitely Keeping Tifa in mind and Tchana. ::grins:: Crash Calestorm -> ::eyes KVar:: Byblos -> We shall await info on the Cain Crash Calestorm -> Alrighty all - Dismissed! Byblos -> Caine* Shalin -> Don't worry Tifa ... she'll be totally loyal. Shalin -> Good night.

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = 03.31.14 Mission Brief: July 25, 2261 (Stardate 2261.206) Time Between Sims has been 24 Hours. We continue our check in mission and rotational shore leaves at New Vulcan. = = END BRIEF = = ComCreekChat14-3-31-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 03.24.14 Mission Brief: July 24, 2261 (Stardate 2261.205) Time Between Sims has been 72 Hours. Our colony status mission/shoreleave continues at New Vulcan. = = End Brief = = ComCreekChat14-3-24-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 03.31.14 Mission Brief:July 25, 2261 (Stardate 2261.206) Time Between Sims has been 24 Hours. We continue our check in mission and rotational shore leaves at New Vulcan. = = End Brief = =

03.24.14 July 24, 2261 (Stardate 2261.205) Mission Brief: July 24, 2261 (Stardate 2261.205) Time Between Sims has been 72 Hours. Our colony status mission/shoreleave continues at New Vulcan. Mission Summary:The Command and Senior crew participate in a baby shower for the Chief Medical Officer. Time Between Simsis 24 Hours.

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = 03.03.14 Mission Brief: May 11, 2261 (Stardate 2261.136) Thanks to Commander Wesley, repairs commence on the USS Comanche Creek. T¸chana has been released to the custody of Captain Calestorm (Oh, Joy). Lieutenant Kvar, Doctor TAral, Lieutenant Shalin and Mission Specialist Byblos remain on board Harrington Station as does the command staff. = = END BRIEF = = chatlog2014-3-3-.txt

A Byblos and Honor-Scar Production Lieutenant Jagrissa Shaow ‘Jumper’ Honor-Scar scampered through the hanger bay, mindful of the maintenance technicians servicing the Hornet and Tomcat starfighters that serviced the USS Comanche Creek. The crew had gotten used to Honor-Scar leaping about on all fours, data slate held firmly in muzzle. Most Caitians considered the use of all four paws crude though Honor-Scar felt that if you had the paws and the speed then why not? Her olive-green flight suit showed the insignia of the acting commander of the air group and though it was unusual for a young one to maintain the posting, the felinoid had proven herself capable. The golden furred ACAG was making her way towards Mission Specialist Byblos, call sign ‘Big Ugly’. The full details regarding the Nausicaan were beyond her pay grade, but she’d gathered from the command staff he’d been dispatched from the Black Kris mercenary company to aide the ships staff with the increasing pirate activity coming from the Outlands. A pang of homesickness hit the Cait as she thought of the frontier areas beyond the Federation borders; the Outlands weren’t such a bad place to be if you ran with the right family and associates. Thankfully, she’d grown up around Outlanders who the humans would call “good people”. Once she was within earshot of the Big Guy she rose on her hind paws - all five foot three inches of her - and removed the data slate from her muzzle. “MS Byblos? I need a moment of your time.” Her tone was official and had the undercurrent of purring; her tail swished easily behind her, indicating she was relaxed and calm. “Oh yes, I had some stuff I needed to pass on to you.” The Nausicaan handed a PADD to a Knuckledragger and gave his full attention to ACAG. Byblos looked down upon the Caitan ACAG. He didn’t mean to do a disrespectful act, it just seems for the last two months his height had gotten the best of him. “Uh..first am I in trouble?” The feline cocked an ear back in amusement and looked up. “No. Just wanted to talk to you about your scores.” She indicated the data slate she held in one paw with her free paw. “Okay,” Byblos took the PADD and looked it over. “You’re doing fine for a rookie . But you’re not really a rookie anyway and your scores on the war games came back above average. I would recommend that you watch the kamikaze antics? I think that’s how the Humans refer to it?” “That is how Pirates think sometimes. Crazy things. I assure you I had no intention of portraying a Pirate on a suicide run. I’ve never seen a Pirate Kill himself. I pushed the envelope a bit, yes I admit to that.” Byblos added, “If one can dodge A Starfleet Destroyer’s guns, getting a hit on her doesn’t seem terribly difficult with all the payload a Tomcat has. My concern and I wanted to share this with you is..well I am a dead Nausicaan in a fighter on fighter engagement. Dogfights I believe they are called if I studies correctly..hmm?” Byblos sighed a moment. “How the heck to do I learn Fighter vs. Fighter combat on a CAP Sir? Seriously, how does one practice that kind of thing. The simulator can only do so much in terms of simulating tight maneuvers. It doesn’t match the real thing in my mind.” The Cait offered a smile. Fanged, but a smile all the same. “You learn by doing, and you have been. Training on the Sims and by CAP patrols. Follow my lead, follow the senior pilots’ leads. Sometimes, we do have to get creative out there. Even whatever, ah, training? You received with the mercenary crews on shuttles and pirate fighters can be applied here.” “Truth be told “Jumper” I flew what could best be described as armed shuttles.” The Nausicaan sighed and basically sat down in front of the ACAG. Byblos had to tell Jumper how quick he went from an armed cargo shuttle to flying a sophisticated Federation Fighter.“How do I explain this? I’m not a normal Nausicaan. Something you should know. Listen up ..uh sir” Byblos quickly spat it out. “How did I learn to fly a Tomcat so fast? Well,I am genetically engineered, mentally and a bit physically. That is the reason I learn so quickly and well..do what I did back home well. Should I turn myself in as a lab specimen?” Her ears flattened at that. “No. There will be no need for that, are you crazy?” The felinoid shook her head and her ears popped back up. “Are the enhancements by choice or forced?” There was no surprise on Honor-Scars features at the omission of the Big Guy. “What do you know about Nausicaans “Jumper?” I bet you heard we were violent, short tempered very strong bodied beings. And that was/is the truth. But when the Orions decided they needed a better labor force in their mines. They started playing around with our gene pool. They had little success. Most ended up crazy and were killed. The rest were brain dead zombies perfect for hard labor. My people are a doomed race, and the Orions got to us first. I cannot tell you who first started it..which Cartel or what..but the reason I am still alive.” Byblos pointed at the deck, “Here. Genetic Engineering Is that reason.” Byblos added another fact trailing off. ”Mareena knows.” An ear flipped back and Jumper glanced away as she considered this new information. “You talk to any of the other flight jocks? Heard about my background? That I’m from a Cait Mercenary family going back a couple generations?” “We knew a few mercs who had enhancements. Mostly combat, but every once in a while non-combat. Nausicaans? Not many. I do know this one job my grandfather did? He always told stories about it that he and his group ran into a couple Nausi Berserkers. It didn’t go well...” The senior pilot trailed off and then continued. “I’ve only encountered The Mistress during one of our missions. But....she strikes me as a good leader? I don’t know what exactly First Threat Response Command and her have in common. But I do know they aren’t the first Starfleet and professional mercenary pairing. My family worked with the local sector authorities once or twice, helped them out.” She shrugged. “You’re our pirate and mercenary specialist. Don’t see why not considering everything seems to have a specialist these days. Your Boss obviously thought you’d make a good fit with us.” Her tail swished lazily and she offered another fangy grin. Byblos stood up from his rested position. “A good fit because Orion Males cannot be trusted these days at all, and I am not a usual Nausicaan.” As he replied his pointed to his head. “A few things I’d like to finish off our discussion with. First: I am deadset against slavery. Two: I think Orion Males are waste of matter. Three: I am very concerned my employer’s position is not stable, given the fact I had to fight my way out of her flightpad. Lady Mareena is against Slavery; I like that. But, “Jumper”, every Orion Male dominated Cartel will have nothing of her belief, and this ship’s activity on an Orion world is considered offensive. “Basically my employer is on the ‘Bucket List.’” Byblos paused. “I think that is what the Humans say to someone who is about to meet their end. And when she does, This whole sector of Space will go up in flames with her.” The felinoid cocked her head to one side. “You might be underestimating Mistress Mareena. The old mercenaries are usually the best since they’ve lived that long to actually get there.” “Perhaps, “Jumper”, Perhaps. Byblos responded with not much faith.

The USS Wesley Crusher? The ship is probably in the Bermuda Triangle along with the crew of the Marie Celeste. Happy Birthday to the Star Trek Simulation Forum and a big thank you to those "rebels" and their commanding Admiral from some years ago for making the jump and giving us this great site to play on!

Crash Calestorm -> Hanger Bay> ::exiting the cockpit of Hornet 13 after completing a patrol run and buzzing the bridge module again, of *course*:: Shalin -> :: Sighs :: She never gets tired of that. STSF_Scooter -> Apparently not. STSF_Scooter -> One of these days Jumper is going to have to ground her - 03.18.13 Comanche Creek Chat = = = = Jumper Honor-Scar currently lurked on the other side of the lockers from Captain Calestorm. Yes, she was lurking and she freely admitted it. Totally lurking, yes she was! Cowardly even! The golden furred Caitian had gone head to head against pirates, flown a starfighter against Klingon border hoppers and fought scruffy nerph herders in a bar fight. She’d grown up in a professional Caitian mercenary clan. She’d worked her way up to squad leader and then ACAG of the Comanche Creek. So…yeah. If she could handle those situations, she could handle this one with Crash Calestorm. Third flyby in two weeks and that was a little too maverick, even in Honor-Scars book. Heh. Screwing up her courage, Honor-Scar took a breath, puffed out her chest and walked around the separation between the locker areas. “Captain.” Calestorm glanced quickly over her shoulder and then turned back to continue re-arranging items in her assigned locker. “Aye Jumper what can I do ya for?” “Official business, Sir. I’d like to talk with you in private.” The clipped delivery in the Caitian's purring tone caught Cale’s attention and she turned her head to eye the ACAG. Still outfitted in the ‘Creek flight suit, the ships ‘USS Comanche Creek’ crest and ‘214 Black Sheep’ patches prominently displayed and helmet tucked under one arm, the felinoid gestured slightly with her free paw towards a free office set across the access corridor from the main locker room area. Tugging her gold command tunic into place, the Captain nodded at the summons. “Lead the way Lieutenant.” = = = = The office was neat and clean, typically used by the Deck Chief to store extra equipment and hardcopy files. Placing her helmet on the desktop surface, Honor-Scar took the chair behind the desk while indicating Calestorm take one of the two visitors chairs set across from her. Once they had settled in, she wasted no time in getting down to business. “Captain, you’re grounded.” Kid you definitely need to work on the delivery if not your form, but that’ll do for now. Calestorm cleared her throat and genially asked, “Excuse me Lieutenant?” “Sir, I’m all for having a little adventure every now and then, but you’ve done three flybys of the bridge module in the past two weeks. I know that’s your ‘thing’ as you Humans say but three in a row is unacceptable and you need to calm yourself down for a little bit.” “I see…” she kept her voice carefully neutral. “I will be forwarding an update to inform Commander Wesley of the sanction, per regulations.” “Of course.” Again, the voice was neutral. The felinoid junior officer continued, sounding a bit rushed as if she wanted this all over with quickly. “You’ll be grounded for the remainder of our travel time to Cold Station 13 as well as our return trip to New Topeka. You’ll not be permitted any flight time for up to a total of three weeks unless there’s an emergency.” “An emergency? Such as vampiric flying pixies attacking?” Honor-Scar gave a low growl and her yellow eyes flashed with annoyance. “Sir, this is no time for jokes and I suggest you pull back the sarcasm. While I admire your particular sarcastic humor, now is not the time unless you want to help the deck hands clean the muck out the starfighter engines.” What Crash thought was - you go on with your hard ass officer-self Kid! - and what she said was, “You’re right Lieutenant, my apologies and I’ll of course abide by y’all’s decision.” The Lieutenant flipped an ear back, most likely at the ‘y’all’ and then nodded. “Good. I’d prefer not to have this conversation again, Captain.” Gathering up her helmet, Honor-Scar nodded politely to the still seated Calestorm and then walked towards the doorway. “Jumper?” “Sir?” She turned to face the elder Human. “You’re the lead pilot. You keep doing exactly what you did here. Doesn’t matter who flies under you, or their rank. Don’t ever forget that and don’t ever let yourself be intimidated.” It was the sort of statement that Crash could make to someone such as Jumper and have the young feline truly understand the subtext, with the Lieutenant already being a few years into her chosen career. That understanding that only came with serving on the front lines with others right beside you. The felinoid considered the statement for a few seconds, and then responded with, “Aye Sir. And watch out for those vampire pixies.” Calestorm stood and saluted the ACAG, the crisp snap of her hand to temple almost audible. She meant the gesture wholeheartedly and Honor-Scar sensed the intended respect as well. Jumper nodded silently and then continued on her way out of the office, tail swishing. A long, slow smile spread across Cale’s face after the feline officer had departed. She whispered, “That one is indeed coming along very nicely. Caitians always make some of the best CAGs…”

January 20, 2261 (Stardate 2261.21) Aquarius Major Sector Aero Wing Patrol Team Pursuit of Unauthorized Flight Shuttle The smuggling situation on Aquarius Major was beginning to die off, due to the continued presence of the Starfleet Border Patrols FTR* Division ships. The removal of Captain Ron Tracey from command of the USS James Walking Bear had helped, cutting off the supply of medicine and cargo that the commanding officer should have been funneling towards the struggling infrastructure of the planet. Instead, Tracey had chosen to abuse his position and enter into black market dealings with the local pirate subculture. The situation was well above Lieutenant ‘Jumper’ Honor-Scar’s pay grade and she hadn’t asked too many questions. The lower decks rumors were off the charts of course, the former captain’s lack of judgment and state of mind chief among them. Not her problem and the felinoid wasn’t one to dwell on matters out of her purview. “What have we got, Blue Boy?” Jumper spoke into the helmet to helmet wireless, more focused on the matter at paw. Her blue-skinned Wizzo* was quiet for a moment as he entered coding into a console and then answered. “Maintaining speed, making for the sector dead line. They’re running.” The Andorian man re-checked a few more scanning programs and then continued with, “No deviation from course, total straight line. Do they think they can outrun us? A Tomcat on drag detail and two Hornet starfighters on the forward interception point? Truly?” “Of course they do. Weapons?” “None that I can detect and I’m fairly certain they aren’t utilizing launch ordnance.” A Comanche Creek SAR shuttle fell into a parallel flight course, shadowing the Tomcat and flashing running lights in a visual greeting. The SAR’s hard point pods had been converted to reflect the mission at hand – planetary assistance and a heavy hitter when and if needed. A transmitted ID code pinged the Tom indicating a friendly. Hornet Patrol Charlie as well indicated that they were in position on the forward vector intercept. Blue Boy acknowledged the signal from Charlie Squad on the secure EC* channel. “Jumper, we’ve got company. It’s Heavy SAR Two. Charlie is also in position forward.” The young mercenary-turned-pilot purred in contentment and answered with, “Excellent and return the greeting. They must have really after-burned to arrive out sector so quickly.” “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a Vulture-class this old. But, that’s the way Cyodyne Corporation builds them - to last. This one looks like it could be a…2240’s model?” Honor-Scar cast a critical eye over the shuttle outline set just in her digital crosshairs. The question was rhetorical; Blue Boy indicated that the on board computer systems couldn’t narrow down an exact year without a legitimate transponder code and Honor-Scar had already guessed that the code had been changed many times over the years. Favored by independent transport contractors and smugglers, the Vulture courier class shuttle had hard points that could accommodate cargo pod attachments and for the extra credits, you could have weapons ports installed. Crews varied from one to four, depending on the interior configuration. A hidden ‘drop deck’ cargo area could be installed with after-market parts, and Jumper was betting this one had a smugglers drop deck. The Caitian officer activated the all wireless signal and spoke over the broadcast frequency. “This is Lieutenant Jagrissa Honor-Scar of the Starfleet Border Patrol vessel USS Comanche Creek. You are in violation of flight clearance, as in you do not have one. I suggest you slow your velocity and allow us to board you for inspection.” No response. “This is Lieutenant Jagrissa Honor-Scar of the Starfleet Border Patrol vessel USS Comanche Creek. You are in violation of flight clearance. I suggest you eject your cargo if you don’t want to have a meet and greet with our SAR’s Mister Tractor Beam and spend the next six months in a holding cell at the Nova Prime Penal asteroid.” …two cargo pods were ejected begin a slow float rotation away in the vacuum of space... Blue Boy laughed. “Those were the magic words, weren’t they Lieutenant?”” “That they were!” Over the shared team wireless, the felinoid Team Lead instructed “Let them go Charlie Lead, return to your original patrol route. Blue Boy, scan the interior of the pods so we don’t have any surprises. SAR Two, when clear tractor the pods back to the barn for further inspection.” It was just another day at the 214 Black Sheep Aero offices, indeed. *First Threat Response *Weapons Systems Officer *Search and Rescue *Electronic Countermeasures

Captains Ready Room 02.26.2260 08:00 Hours On route to the Gygax System The entry chime sounded and Crash toggled the mounted intercom on her desk. “Yes?” The MARDET guard standing post answered. “Lieutenant Honor-Scar is here to see you, Sir.” “Send her in, thanks Vega.” Lieutenant JG Jagrissa ‘Jumper’ Honor-Scar entered the office and adopted a respectful stance in front of the desk. “Honor-Scar reporting, Sir; I have that background info you requested.”* Her tone came out with a purr and she held a digital data slate outward in one powerful paw Calestorm leaned in to accept the slate and appeared to be pleased with the news. “Damn. Only spoke to you about it a couple days ago; you work fast, Lieutenant.” Thanks to years of practice, the captain quickly skimmed through the six page report. Honor-Scar remained at parade rest though her gaze wandered, taking in the personal and professional effects that decorated the office area. The desktop had a sparse collection of holo-pics, showing friends and family. One bulkhead mounted shelf held various awards, ribbons and citations. The Caitian’s gaze lingered on the Purple Heart; Honor-Scar had heard through the lower decks gossip that Captain Calestorm was a bit tight lipped regarding the conditions surrounding her receipt of it, and it was best to ask her after she had had a few drinks in her. Jumper would rather be shaved naked and dropped behind enemy lines with only a knife - and claws - to defend herself. A small collection of what she assumed were antique Earth firearms were displayed in a clear case. Atop the case sat a sword mounted on a squat stand. Jumper didn’t realize that she’d made a curious sound until Calestorm turned her attention away from the digital slate. A gentle smile quirked one corner of her mouth and she nodded to the Caitian. “Go ahead Lieutenant. You appreciate blades?” She gently lifted the sword from the raised mounting with her paws. “I admire them, Sir. It really isn’t a hobby or anything. My Grandfather has a few Caitian sword pieces, from our tribal wars. Does this map have history with the sword”? Jumper inquired of the black and white and sepia production picture attached to the bulkhead above the case and sword. Calestorm nodded. “It’s a Confederate saber. The map represents the troop movements and locations of the Battle of Serenity Valley. It’s a pretty sounding name for a nasty, bloody affair fought during the latter months of a Human civil war that took place in the Old America States on Earth.” She pointed a stylus pen towards the weapon Jumper held as she continued speaking. “That belonged to Captain Jarrett Calestorm. Out of a cavalry company of fifty one men, he and eleven others survived the battle. He managed to rally the survivors and they escaped, fleeing from the Union Army patrols. Calestorm deserted and moved further west, spending a few years doin’ all sorts of fun stuff like robbing banks and stagecoaches. Somehow or another, the saber found its way back into the family through my great-great grandmother as she did research on our family history.” A rogue officer? An outlaw? It would seem the Calestorm ancestor was a wandering soul destined for questionable adventures…much like his descendant. Not that Jumper would say that to her commanding officers face. The felinoid replaced the saber on the mount and instead said, “Thank you for the history lesson, Sir. You managed to make it…not boring.” A light chuckle from the captain was the only response to that statement. Honor-Scar made a motion to return to her former parade rest, but Calestorm waved her to the chair opposite the desk and the Caitian officer took a seat. Cale slouched back, the black leather of the contoured office chair creaking. “Honor-Scar, you done good.” She indicated the data slate with a poke of her finger. “I’ll forward this report to Commander Wesley, Admiral Coyote, General Tigard, and Major Ishiiu. Now, in your own words I want you to summarize this bar dive on Nike Prime…” “For years, the bar was seriously bad medicine. Sure, you could find jobs there, but only if you really didn’t care if you got shot in the head or a knife shoved through your belly. My family avoided it, as did most of the legit and semi-legit mercenary groups and mercenary families.” The feline paused. “And this changed, obviously.” The golden furred Caitian gave a nod of affirmation at the interjection. “Stingers changed ownership four years ago. The, ah, changeover was forced, okay? The original owner lost the bar in a card game. But, the mercenary family that owns the bar is what you would call ‘good people’? Like my family?” The middle aged woman waved a gentle hand and smiled at the younger female. “I get it. Go on Jumper.” “The bar still has that whole ‘wretched hive of scum and villainy’ thing going on. But, the site has way more of a contact network in place for working crews looking for business or looking to do business with others. “So…a new crew looking to make a name for themselves within the Outer Rim sectors would use this Stingers as a starting point for any available jobs or contacts?” “Yes, Ma’am. Anyone who is anyone goes to Stingers to show their colors. And, if you cause trouble, everyone polices themselves because it’s now considered neutral ground; if a faction gets the bright idea to cause an issue? Well…that’s just bad mercenary etiquette.” “And….,” Crash paused to scroll the slate to a particular point on the report, “you have the independent crews that deal in personnel relocation?” She used the gentle euphemism for slave running. The golden furred feline gave a quick nod. “The bar needs to do a business; they can’t totally control the clientele, just serve the drinks.” “I’d like to make one more request of you, Jumper.” “Sir?” “We’re gonna have two volunteer teams launching out once we get the green light. Straight up honest, I’d like you pay rolled on my team ‘cause I can use your skills as a former mercenary.” The feline flipped an ear back and the tip of her tail quivered. Intrigued Cat was intrigued. ”I’m in, Ma’am.” “And, I know that you know this, but I’m still gonna say it: this MIA* mission is still need to know and off the record. You don’t discuss nothin’ with no one, you hear me now?” “Understood, Captain.” Calestorm gave the younger officer a quick and genuine smile. “Good. If there’s nothing else? Dismissed, Lieutenant.” ---- * Per the events in Straight-Up Scrounger * MIA - Missing In Action

Ensign ‘Jumper’ Honor-Scar deftly manipulated the control stick with a paw, sending Tomcat Four into a gentle sloping run. “How are we doing on assignment time Shiran?” Ensign Shiran, the blue skinned Andorian manning the EC* console, spoke into their private wireless. “We’re five by five. Hornets One, Two, and Four are establishing the primary patrol perimeter. Tomcat 6 is right with them.” The Comanche Creek pilots were on high alert. They were operating pretty close to the RNZ*, and the command staff was being overly cautious with the deployed CAP*. “Good. Let’s start the secondary run..." The felinoid winged the starfighter towards the USS Bermuda Triangle. "How's the Away Team doing?” Honor-Scar asked. “Beamed over to the target ship. Scooter checked in with the Sheep Farm." The Andorian officer automatically used Commander Wesley’s call sign and the home ship designation per standard procedures. Jumper whizzed the starfighter by the derelict vessel at an angle, giving Shiran a good opportunity for reconnaissance footage. The hull of the ship was scored and pitted in multiple locations, definite evidence of having been in battle. But there were no running lights flashing, no power readings, no indication of anything - the ship was just drifting. He glanced at several smaller screens on his EC console, making notations on the incoming data. “You now, some of the Humans were spooked.” “What’dya mean?” “After the ACAG* briefed us on what was going on, few of them kept talking about ghost ships, zombie crews and such.” The Caitian snorted gently, the purring evident over the helmet comm lines. “Eh. Probably just their cultural taboos and myths, letting their minds run away with them.” “You have to admit it is a little strange. This ship is presumed lost with all hands at the Battle of Vulcan and then shows up months later on the outskirts of Federation territory?” “Well, maybe they drifted this far?” The tawny furred Cait had been one of the unfortunate few at the battle. Or was that one of the unfortunate few to survive the Battle of Vulcan? She had seen so many ships and crews get torn to pieces…blood fossilized from the cold of space floating in chunks…the wireless comms exploding with screams from the crews… Her partner interrupted the darker thoughts. “There’s more – and you’ll like this Jumper. The Bermuda Triangle is an aquatic location on Earth where several ships and planes have gone missing, and no one could ever really explain why.” “…you’re kidding, right?” He chuckled. “Negative. I checked it out myself before we launched out; the Earth historical records show that the Bermuda incidents did happen, but were never really confirmed.” “…and Starfleet thought it would be a good idea to name a ship the Bermuda Triangle? That’s just like the Caitian Naval Patrol calling a ship The Kzinti’s Revenge or something….” She brought Tomcat Four back around for a second run past the so called ghost ship. A short silence passed between them before the Caitian and Andorian sighed and then said simultaneously, “Humans. Weird.” ---- EC: Electronic Countermeasures RNZ: Romulan Neutral Zone CAP: Combat Aero Patrol ACAG: Acting Commander of the Aero Group