STSF Jumper

07.17.08 Thursday Academy MISSION BRIEFING: The USS Georgetown (Apollo-class) has been dispatched on a milk run to the Halin Colony. ACADEMY ROSTER: Command: Commanding Officer (CO) ----- STSF NDak Executive Officer (XO) ----- STSF Jumper Bridge Crew: Ops Manager (OPS) - - Lisanna Tactical Officer (TAC) - - Damian Porter Helm (HELM) - - Rachel Garrett Security: Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - -Samantha Kent Asst Security Officer (ASEC) - - Professor Galen Engineering: Chief Engineer Officer (CENG) - - Ensign Scott Asst Engineer Officer (AENG) - - Karrigan Science: Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - - Sarvek t'Jhiin Asst Science Officer (ASCI) - - TKAR Medical: Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - - Syndalar Asst Medical Officer (AMO) - - Rain Chat Log to be posted when available 080717_Thurs_Acad.txt

07.10.08 Thursday Academy Mission Brief: The USS Anathematize (Defender-class) has been patrolling the Breen border along the Federation side of the Black Cluster. Recently, activity has picked up along the Breen side, and the Federation is gone on alert. Remember, as the Romulans said "Never turn au back on the Breen." Roster: Command: Commanding Officer (CO) ----- STSF NDak Executive Officer (XO) ----- STSF Jumper Bridge Crew: Ops Manager (OPS) - - Villanne Tactical Officer (TAC) - - CmdrJFarrington Helm (HELM) - - Ensign Scott Security: Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - - Sarvek t'Jhiin Engineering: Chief Engineer Officer (CENG) - - Karrigan Asst Engineer Officer (AENG) - - Emerald Science: Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - - Professor Galen Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - - Marika Reed Medical: Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - - TMir Asst Medical Officer (AMO) - - TKAR Chat log Posted 080710.txt

Totally Sorehl! I had the fortune of checking out the Experience with my mother and father. My mom, who is decidedly not a Trek fan, absolutely loved the Voyager ride/3D portion of the Experience. She was cracking up laughing and having a ball. I'm glad/fortunate that I got to share the whole thing with some family.

07.03.08 Thursday Academy Mission Brief: The Runabout DeForest Kelley is on routine patrol of the Gamma Ceti 2 region of space. Roster: Game Master (GM) - STSF NDak Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Posting Game Master - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Jumper Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Samantha Kent Tactical & Chief Security Officer (CSEC/TAC) - Will Marx Helm/Operations Officer (HOPS) - Lisanna Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Emerald Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - Vilanne Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - TKAR Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Will Marx Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - Tuvok's Apprentice Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) – Brian T. Riley Chat log Posted: 080703_Thurs_Acad_Chat_Log.txt

06.26.08 Thursday Academy MISSION BRIEF: The Security and Science teams of the USS Jamestown have recently beamed down to planet Korbal where they'll be studying the rather hot and barren wasteland. Roster: Game Master: STSF Jumper Game Master: STSF Corizon COMMAND Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Corizon Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - STSF Jumper SECURITY Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Shadow Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - chase Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - Haverton SCIENCE Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Sar'vek t'Jhiin Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - TMir Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Karrigan Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - TKAR Chat log posted when available 080625_Thursday_Acad_Chat.txt

* Banshee Farrell character used with permission of Kansas Jones. “The Encroaching Twilight” Camelot Station Log Lieutenant Jagrissa “Jumper” Honor-Scar Chief Petty Officer Margaret “Banshee” Farrell = = = = = = The Gamma Quadrant was in a time period of unrest. A once great and powerful empire now found itself in an uncertain position as the empire entered its twilight years of rule and conquest. Former servants and soldiers, once loyal and subject to serve the arachnid empire of the Scorpiads, were now in open rebellion. Subject worlds that had been long conquered and supposedly destined to remain under empire rule, were now being freed by the rebellious actions or slipping out from the noose of captivity because the weakened empire could no longer control the worlds. The quadrant had become a flashpoint waiting to be fully ignited, which would then spread the destructive flame of unrest across the vectors. Even now, refugees had started to flee the unrest that was broiling between the vampire like soldier Al-Ucards, the insect like Eratians, and their former masters, the Scorpiads. Many more would be caught in the crossfire, because in a conflict such as this, innocents were caught in the resulting fallout when those who had formerly served rose up against their masters. A call requesting assistance had come into the Camelot station; a civilian cargo freighter had been in the wrong place at the wrong time when a minor skirmish had broken out between a Scorpiad warship and an Al-Ucard hunter ship. It was inevitable that conflicts would start to encroach on the main travel vectors within the quadrant. A stray shot had lanced out from one or the other ship, and struck the cargo ship. The freighter captain had fled the scene, able to limp to a semi-safe distance from the skirmish, and then contacted the station to report what had happened and make a request for assistance. Intelligence on the state of the Gamma Quadrant with regard the Eratian/Al-Ucard/Scorpiad conflict was very hush-hush, and any data or Intel that came over the communications streams to the Camelot station never made it past the command teams. But one thing was for certain: the whisperings of rebellion and conflict inevitably made the rounds on the lower decks of the station. And, all Camelot fighter wings attached to the station had been placed on alert, with instructions to increase their quadrant patrol runs. The official story was that the extra patrols would keep the squads sharp, but everyone knew better. The Camelot 28th Wing Wildcard Squadron had been scrambled to assist with the freighter repair situation, and the instructions to the pilots and their squadron leader had been explicit: escort the repair team to the vector site, patrol the general area while the repairs were done, and then head back to the station once assistance had been rendered. Nothing was to be discussed with the cargo crew, only the repair job at hand. Lieutenant Jagrissa “Jumper” Honor-Scar checked the approach vector of the Runabout that she piloted, and then confirmed her position with both her squad lead and the freighter captain. She was ferrying Chief Petty Officer Farrell and the lead mechanics repair team while her fellow squad mates flew escort patrol around the Runabout. Even though she had recently received a promotion to full lieutenant, the feline pilot had still been removed permanently from her squad position of wingman for her actions a few days ago while on patrol. The squad leader of the ‘Cards, Kendrick, had cited the fact that she needed a pilot who was “more stable” as her chief backup. Honor-Scar had also been assigned to punishment repair duty with Farrell and her mechanics due to the new rules and resulting consequences that had been enacted with regard to any non skirmish hot dogging while on patrol. For the duration of the two week repair assignment, the feline pilot was also banned from flying any of the Lancelot fighters. In the meantime, she was stuck with the Runabouts or the cargo shuttles and remanded to escort duty or supply drop duty to the Avalon base. To be honest, Jumper really didn’t care. So what if she was flying a Runabout full of grease monkeys. As long as the feline was piloting, she was content. Being a pilot meant going out in the black, and the black meant freedom. Anyway that Jumper could get out to the black of space was fine with her. She glanced over to her enlisted nemesis, and decided to make some small talk. “Chief, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re doing pretty well over there on the tactical console … you’ve had the training?” The normally aggressive tempered Cait was trying a new tact – being nice. Now this was a concept. “I’m a little …. shocked.” Her purred voice sounded soothing within the confines of the cockpit, and it hid her aggressive personality well. CPO Banshee Farrell leveled a smirk at the prickly feline pilot, but it was good natured. “Aye, I’ve got the training, and I’m even qualified to take over as the pilot in a pinch for this bird. I also have me certification on the Gwen heavy bombers too.” “ … then why not transfer, and be a pilot?” The question was blunt. “Well, Lieutenant sir, you gotta hold the rank of Ensign in order to be a pilot. I’ve got no desire to transfer into the commissioned ranks and prance about a line officer just to flu a bird. Not a’ my age; I enjoy tinkering, and mechanics is me calling. I learned that a long time ago.” The Irish woman paused and then continued with the conversation. “Besides, these Runabouts and the Gwens are the real meat and potatoes of the flight craft. I’d sooner be shoved head first up a Leprechauns arse then get behind the stick o’ one of those Lancelot hot rods.” She waved a derisive hand toward the canopy of the Runabout and pointed in the direction of the Lancelot escorts that surrounded their Runabout transport. “Your buddies might as well be flying metal coffins.” Jagrissa had no idea what exactly a Leprechaun was, but figured that being shoved headfirst into one was not a desirable thing. A blip sounded on the main console board, indicating that the escort fighters and the Runabout were within range of the disabled cargo transport. Honor-Scar promptly contacted the squad lead; she was being such a good cat. Today that is. “Runabout Four One One has sensor contact with the cargo freighter, and I have visual contact through the canopy. Adjusting flight vector to point three, lower seven, on my mark. Mark.” The feline pilot deftly maneuvered the Runabout so the Starfleet vessels airlock link chute grappled onto the chute that had been extended from the freighter. Within a few seconds, the link up console flashed green and confirmed that the airlock corridor was pressurized, indicating that the transfer of repair personnel was a go. Without a parting word, Farrell gathered up her took kit and barked out some mobilization orders to her repair team. Within a few minutes, the Camelot mechanics were safely on board the cargo freighter. Honor-Scar swiped a paw across the console that would boot up the squad wireless signal that would link her up with the ‘Cards. “Psych-Out, this is Jumper. The repair team is away, repeat away.” Squadron lead Kendrick came back over the communications wireless signal a second later, acknowledging the junior pilots report. “Jumper, Psych-Out. We are falling into our patrol run now, and will maintain a protective vector around the Four One One and the freighter. Please advise when the repair team is back on board.” “Psych Out, Jumper. Will do boss lady. Four One One out.” The Caitian pilot then settled in to monitor the Runabout’s systems and wait until Farrell’s repair team had completed their assigned duty. Jumper Honor-Scar, like many of the officers and crew who served on the lower decks of the Camelot space station, had no idea that the twilight of darkness was roiling in to envelop the Gamma Quadrant like so many dark clouds. Many lives would be lost, uprooted and forever changed within the resulting conflicts.

<<Information Access Granted>> << Starfleet Biographical Data >> Jagrissa Honor-Scar Current Rank: Acting Ensign Current Assignment: Camelot Station 28th Fighter Wing Wildcard Fighter Squadron Pending Assignment: USS Excalibur NCC-2004 C Fighter Squadron Call sign: Jumper Date of Birth: 8208.25 (26 Seasons of Age) Shiboline MRess Hospital Hissta Province General Information: Species: Caitian Feline Sex: Female Height: Five Foot Three Inches Weight: One Hundred Twenty Five Pounds Eye Color: Yellow Fur Color: Tawny (pale orange brown) Mane Color: Tawny (pale orange brown) (Short to Medium length cut, sides and back all one length) Physical Build/Appearance: Felinoid, bone structure and facial structure resembles that of an Earth lion type of feline. Very athletic and a predator by nature. Service Record: 9809.01: Enters Fleet Academy: Major: Piloting, Minor: Flight Control and Operations 0210.05: Training Assignment: USS Saratoga NCC-603 0406.25: Assignment: USS Shangri-La NCC-0629 0805.01: Assignment: Camelot Station, Wildcard Fighter Squadron 0807.15: Demoted from the rank of full Lieutenant to the rank of Acting Ensign. Reason cited: multiple disciplinary infractions and formally removed from squad wingman position as well. Biographical Data: Jagrissa Honor-Scar was born on her home planet of Cait to an unwed Caitian female and a Caitian freighter captain, both of whom were not considered to be paragons of virtue within Caitian society or any society for that matter. Her father chose not to stay to help raise the young kitten, leaving her with her mother. Her mother tried, but was in and out of drug rehab throughout her life, eventually succumbing to her vice and sickness a few years ago at the young age of forty five. Jagrissa’s father was killed two years ago during a dispute over payment for a delivered cargo load. The skirmish and resulting death occurred at a seedy cantina located on the Aiesse Three space station. The few personal materials such as star charts and a contact listing that the male Cait owned were sent to his daughter, along with a death notice. Jagrissa, as well as her background, is considered to be the lower class among the Caitian people. Even though she can trace her bloodline to the Shadow Pride clan, as well as the Honorscar tribe, the feline has no formal designation with regard to her last name. Therefore, she took and kept her mothers last name of Honor-Scar. The hyphenated last name differs from the Honorscar non hyphenated tribe designation. The hyphenation indicates that yes, Jagrissa is of the Honorscar tribe, but is of a low born section within that family tribe. Within these modern times, those with no formal last name are no longer persecuted as they were in the past, when tribal affiliations and bloodlines were considered law. Today it was just as common for Caitians to have a formal name, a middle name, and a tribal hyphenation for a third name, or any combination or omission of the three name designations. Her chosen field of study and service is piloting. She has been trained to fly shuttlecraft, troop transports, Runabouts, Lancelot Class Fighters, and Gwen Class Heavy Bombers. Her main area of expertise and concentration remains as a Lancelot pilot, and this type of posting remains as her primary duty station. Having the reflexes of a feline serves her very well as a pilot, and she can often interpret incoming data and situations and react faster then her humanoid counterparts. The Caitian does have a reputation as a bit of a rogue, eschewing standard orders and mission parameters and using her own methods to complete a piloting objective. In addition, while the feline is a competent pilot, she tends to be a bit loose on the joystick and falls toward the hot dogging pilot category. While hot dogging in itself is not considered unusually disruptive, except to the squadron commander, Jagrissa’s hotdogging tends to take on a somewhat feral quality. Depending on the situation, whether it is a close training formation run or a skirmish with a hostile objective, the feline pilot sometimes has trouble distinguishing between when to let loose with her natural born predator instincts or piloting instincts and when to leash the instincts. In short, Jagrissa Honor-Scar is a low born Caitian with no direct family ties to hold her back, and has a chip on her shoulder a mile wide with an attitude to match. She is her own worst enemy. <<End Transmission Stream>>

Could I have "Ace of the Atmo" Thank You.

06.19.08 Thursday Academy Mission Brief: The USS Shangri-La (Sabre Class) is offloading supplies and checking on the colonists of the New Scotland colony, located on a Class M planet in the outer fringes of the Alpha Quadrant. ETA to the colony is fifteen minutes. Roster: Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Jumper Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Caelan Fletcher Tactical Officer (TAC) - Simon Ljungberg Helm (Helm) - Emerald Operations Officer (OPS) - The Strategy Expert Random Extra (RE) - Cmdr JFarrington Chat log to be posted when available 080618_Thurs_Acad_Chat_Log.txt

Wild Card Fighter Squadron Attached to Camelot Station Secondary Patrol Run Lieutenant (jg.) Jagrissa “Jumper” Honor-Scar = = = = = = Jumper Honor-Scar stayed close on her wingman position to lead pilot Psych Out Kendrick, covering the human woman’s tail as ordered. The other four members of the patrol group were on point, flank and rear guard positions respectively. “So, do you think Gaia squad is as bored out here as we are boss lady?” The Caitians purred voice carried over the wireless communications line that the squad shared. Kendricks voice came over the line a moment later. “Aye, I’d imagine so. But, remember what I told everyone during the pre-flight brief about all the upheaval that’s being caused by some of the diplomatic ambassadors pulling out, and the Intel rumors about a few scattered dust ups between the Scorps and their former slaves. At this point, anything and anyone could be considered a threat to the station, so let’s keep on alert within the system.” “… nice pep talk Lieutenant.” “Stow it Jumper. And spell Storan for a while on the point guard.” = = = = = = About three hours into the patrol run, a small blip appeared once, and then a second time on the small radar inset mounted into Jumper’s main control console. The feline pilot performed a quick systems check on the Lancelot fighter to make sure that nothing was malfunctioning. After the third blip though, it was obvious that something was up. The Caitian spoke into the helmet to helmet wireless, knowing that the rest of the squad would immediately pick up on the communication. “Psych Out, this is Jumper. I have a signal of unknown origin that pinged my sensors three times, repeat three times. Please advise.” The human squad leads voice answered the felines query a moment later. “Got it Jumper. I see the data feed on the blip now. Proceed to the point of origin and check it out. We will trace you on the tracking sensors and catch up. Look for us on your six, coming in on vector three.” A feral smile exposed her fangs behind the clear faceplate of the black pilot’s helmet. Finally! Some action! “I’m on it Psych, Jumper out.” = = = = = = A short while later, Honor-Scar found herself circling a communications and data relay drone that had basically gone on standby mode. From the erratic signals coming off the thing, it was pretty obvious it needed to be repaired or at least given a program overhaul. Jumper had commed the rest of the squad to inform them of what she found, and Kendrick ordered her to maintain a holding pattern around the relay until the rest of the Wild Cards could catch up. A nearby field of floating detritus was also cause for some concern. It looked as if certain relay repair parts had been discarded and left to float, and while it wasn’t a common practice, it was known to happen especially if civilian engineering repair companies were contracted to repair a relay drone. The civvies just weren’t as neat as the Fleet corp of engineers. The Wild Cards would tag both the relay for repair as well as the floating field of parts for removal, and then move on with the patrol run. So of course, while she was waiting, the headstrong Caitian pilot did a few barrel rolls and flips just for spite, knowing that the security cam mounted on her Lancelot would record the ‘outlawed’ maneuvers. The feline zipped her bird in and out of the debris field and around the communications relay drone, enjoying the moment and reveling in the freedom of being out in the black. This truly was the only time that she felt free from the confines of her work. It was during one of the barrel rolls that she caught something out of the corner of her eye, but had the visual on it too late to do anything about the piece of metal shrapnel as it crashed into her left fore wing. Jumper swore in vehement Caitian and got her bird back under control by jigging the control stick hard to the left. While a debris field was a great training ground in order to maneuver on the fly and against objects that didn’t always do what you wanted them to do, it also meant there was more of a chance that one of the objects would slam into your fighter jet. Which was why these sorts of training programs were usually well controlled affairs, and only senior pilots would participate. She visually inspected the dinged up portion of the wing through her orange hued canopy and swore some more, finally prompting Psych Out to say something. “What is the matter with you Jumper? I really hope you aren’t carrying on a conversation with yourself.” The young tawny furred feline tried to hedge (translation: lie) through the conversation. “I ran into some ah, technical difficulties, that’s all. Don’t worry about it Psych Out.” “Send me your data stream now.” As a general rule, even with the reputation of the entire squad as being quick on the stick, Kendrick kept them all on a tight leash, especially Jumper. A couple of tense minutes passed and then the senior lieutenant came on the helmet to helmet communications lines again. “Jumper, our ETA to your position is just under five minutes. After we formally tag the repair position of that drone, you will be relieved of wingman duties until further notice and will maintain the middle patrol position for the run back to Camelot …” Oh, this was bad, and Kendrick was ticked off. The middle patrol position was technically a protective zone within the flight pattern of the entire squad, usually reserved for newbie pilots or training cadets so the more senior squad members could keep an eye on them. “ .. and I’m sure Farrell’s gonna love you after reviewing this lovely little bit of footage, so have fun on the repair duty cycle with her. And one more thing Jumper – this is the second time you pulled that crap on a patrol. So, since you seem so bored, and you’ll be working on the repairs on your normal first shift, I’m putting you in for the second shift supply hops to the Avalon planetary base, two cycle durations. Kendrick out.” Jumper Honor-Scar blew out a puff of air in disgust. Her mood wasn’t brightened any when a text mail from another one of her squad mates flashed across one of the small cockpit data screens: Kitteh, you are so screwed. Glad I’m not you. Idiots. She was surrounded by idiots.

* Banshee Farrell and the Caitian Honorscar tribe concept and character used with permission of Kansas Jones; this log follows the events in “Farrell Log Two”. Camelot Station, CENTRAL HUB: Levels 37 – 49, Hanger Deck Junior Grade Lieutenant Jagrissa “Jumper” Honor-Scar - - - - - - - - A tawny furred Caitian stood off to the side of the hanger deck, lurking in the shadows cast by some cargo barrels and crates that were tied down and waiting to be processed. Even though she was of a lighter fur coloring, she would have blended in completely due to the black flight suit she wore, the yellow patches on the shoulders designating her as a senior pilot not withstanding. Her tail lashed as she observed and eavesdropped on the conversation in the distance between the Gaia squad and one of the lead mechanics; feline hearing was a sense to be exploited and used to its full advantage. Holding the prestigious position of a wingman pilot, as well as the rank of lieutenant was quite an accomplishment, but held no indication of Jagrissa’s actual upbringing or background. She was born on her home planet of Cait to an unwed Caitian female and a Caitian freighter captain. Her father chose not to stick around to raise the young kitten, leaving her with her mother. Her mother tried, but was in and out of drug rehab throughout her life, eventually succumbing to her vice and sickness four years ago at the young age of forty five. Jagrissa, as well as her background, was considered to be the lower class among the Caitian people. Even though she can trace her bloodline to the Shadow Pride clan, as well as the Honorscar tribe, the feline has no formal designation with regard to her last name. Therefore, she took and kept her mothers last name of Honor-Scar. The hyphenated last name differs from the Honorscar tribe designation, with the hyphenation indicating that yes, Jagrissa is off the Honorscar tribe, but is of a low born section within the family tribe. Within these modern times, those with no formal last name are no longer persecuted as they once was, when tribal affiliations and bloodlines were considered law. And today it was just as common for Caitians to have a formal name, a middle name, and a tribal hyphenation for a third name, or any combination or omission of the three designations. In short, Lieutenant Jagrissa Honor-Scar was a low born Caitian with no direct family ties to hold her back, twenty five seasons of age, the wingman for the Wild Card squad, and had a chip on her shoulder a mile wide with an attitude to match. She was her own worst enemy. A low growl vocalized her frustration, especially when she picked up on the fact that Chief Petty Officer Farrell had specifically mentioned the Wild Cards as screw ups. So, the feline waited for the right moment to pounce so to speak, and jumped out from her hiding place as Farrell passed by the crate area, planting a paw on one of the crates and then vaulted out into Banshee Farrell’s path. The tall Irish woman had a predictable reaction. “Jesus, Mary and Saint Joseph! What’re ye playing at Lieutenant Honor-Scar.” She backed away a step and glared at the Caitian Wild Card pilot, “sulking in the shadows and then pouncing out like that.” Jagrissa leered and then drawled in a lazy purr. “Pouncing is what cats do.” Farrell unconsciously fell into a formal parade rest, determined to comport herself professionally even if the pilot wasn’t planning too. The two women had butted heads in the past, and it was definitely a conflict of personalities. “What can I do for you Lieutenant?” Her gaze was steady and fixed on a point in the distance, refusing to look at the pilot. “I want to know what this load of targ shifasta is about, you remanding pilots to repair duty if we break one of your precious Lancelots or Gwens. You’re just a Petty Officer, you don’t have that authority.” The just a petty officer now looked at the Caitian, who stood several inches shorter then her five foot eight frame. “That would be Chief Petty Officer now Lieutenant. Learn to check the announcement boards. And as for the authority, yes I do. I have the clearance and authority from the CAG, the command staff, and the lead pilots of the squads in question.” A disconcerting leer popped onto the fair featured face of the blond woman. “I ca’ wait until I get yer little furry rear end on punishment duty … yer hot dogging is well known, and even after all this time yer landings are still pretty ‘jumpy’ per that call sign o’ yours … it’s only a matter of time before you do something stupid and get the boot into maintenance duty Lieutenant Honorscar. And I use that rank loosely.” She ran a hand through her blond spiky hair, an indication that she was loosing patience with the uppity feline. Honor-Scar growled and moved forward menacingly, claws sliding out. With an effort, Banshee stood firm and maintained her parade rest stance, resisting the urge to drop into a fighting crouch against the tawny Caitian. “Don’t girl, unless you want me to defend meself and put a world of hurtin’ on ya. I believe in fair fighting, but I know ye don’t, or so I’ve heard from the lower decks scuttlebutt. Officer or not, I’ll defend myself and I won’t hesitate to get down and dirty on yer arse and I’m good at what I do. Jagrissa hissed, but never got any farther then that. Several deck hands who could not help but overhear the exchange stepped in between the two females and one of the senior deck chiefs, a white haired man who had about forty years experience, quickly hustled Banshee Farrell off the flight deck. Lieutenant Honor-Scar glowered from across the deck but was in no position to really do anything with so many enlisted witnesses. So, she backed away from the gathered group as they regained control of the deck area, her sharp yellow eyes flashing ominously. The rogue feline pilot disappeared through a side entrance hatch with a flick of her tail.

06.12.08 Thursday Academy MISSION BRIEF: The USS Juno (Oberth-class) has been dispatched on a mapping mission of the Kal Protostar and the surrounding sector. Everything's going swimingly so far. ROSTER: Command: Commanding Officer (CO) - - STSF Neptune Executive Officer (XO) - - STSF Jumper Bridge Crew: Ops Manager (OPS) - - Caelan Fletcher Tactical Officer (TAC) - - Simon St Hilare Helm (HELM) - - Dot 506 Security: Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - - Travis Kroells Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - - Vilanne Engineering: Chief Engineer Officer (CENG) - - Karrigan Asst Engineer Officer (AENG) - - Rachel Garrett Science: Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - - Samantha Kent Medical: Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - - Vidian Gallant Asst Medical Officer (AMO) - - TKAR Chat log posted when available 06.12.08_Thursday_Academy_Chat.txt

Mission Brief: the USS Georgetown drops a science away team off to investigate a jungle planet, and then warps off to deliver another team to another planet. (Full brief will follow after chat log release. Translation: Jumper forgot to copy paste!) EDIT: MISSION BRIEF: The Science teams of the USS Georgetown (Excelsior-class) have been dispatched to the Akulanai System to the fourth planet for a geologic survey. The planet is a swampy jungle with an average temperature of about 86 degrees and a balmy 98% humdity. When we pick up, the crew has beamed down and the Georgetown has just left orbit heading to another system to drop off another crew. Roster: Command: Commanding Officer <CO> - - - STSF NDak Executive Officer <XO> - - - STSF Jumper Science: Chief Science Officer <CSCI> - - - Villanne Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - cuda Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - Lisanna Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - Karrigan Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - Vidian Gallant Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - TKAR Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - Rza Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - Caelan Fletcher Chat log will be posted when available 06.05.08_Thursday_Academy_Chat.doc

05.29.08 Thursday Academy Mission Brief: The USS Shangri-La (Sabre Class) is on routine patrol near the Klingon Border. Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Posting GM (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Jumper Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Caelan Fletcher Tactical Officer (TAC) - Lisanna Helm (Helm) - Cuda* Operations Officer (OPS) - Josheua Chief Engineer (CENG) - Avery Tynte Assistant Engineer (AENG) - Arch Angel Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Vilanne Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - TKAR Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Karrigan Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Aliana Lucindak Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Shane Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - Dot506 Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - T'Phai Chat log will be posted when available. 05.29.08_Thursday_Academy.doc

05.22.08 Thursday Academy Mission Brief: the USS Georgetown has dispatched an Away Team comprised of all the cadets, led by the XO, to investigate a series of caves down on a planet. The problem is, the CO has taken off in the ship and is headed for a fake distress call from a freighter, when in fact he is really heading to Risa. The Away Teams on the planet encounter Bats, Slime, and Large Spiders. Did we mention the Spiders? Roster: Command: Commanding Officer <CO> - - - STSF NDak Executive Officer <XO> - - - STSF Jumper Cave Dwellers: Special Guest Villian <SGV> - - - Sarvek tJhiin Slime <S> - - - Travis Kroells Bridge: Tactical Officer <TAC> - - - Aliana Lucindak Helm Officer <HELM> - - - cuda Operations Officer <OPS> - - - Sarvek tJhiin Security: Chief Security Officer <CSEC> - - - Caelan Fletcher Assistant Security Officer <ASEC> - - - Karrigan Engineering: Chief Engineering Officer <CENG> - - - Eibbor7 Assistant Engineering Officer <AENG> - - - James Riley Medical: Chief Medical Officer <CMO> - - - Emma Mallory Assistant Medical Officer <AMO> - - - Villanne Science: Chief Science Officer <CSCI> - - - TKAR Assistant Science Officer <ASCI> - - - Lisanna Chat log will be posted when available 05.22.08_Thursday_Academy.doc

05.15.08: Mission Briefing: The USS Grapthars Hammer (Akira Class) is on routine patrol of the outer fringes of Alpha Quadrant Space; a fighter squad has been deployed to patrol. 05.15.08 Roster: Game Master: STSF Jumper Game Master: STSF Neptune Game Master: Shadow Hammer Actual - Shadow Fighter Group Alpha CAG: STSF Jumper Beta Leader - STSF Neptune Pilots: Alpha 1 - Josheua Alpha 2 - Aliana Lucindak Alpha 3 - Cuda Alpha 4 - Dusty506 Alpha 5 - Lisanna Alpha 6- Samantha Kent Alpha 7 - TKAR Alpha 8 - Brian T Riley Alpha 9 - Nyota Alpha 10 - Karrigan Chat log will be posted when available 05.15.08_Thursday_Academy.doc

05.08.08 Mission Brief: The USS Shangri-La (Sabre Class) is on routine patrol near the outer colony borders of the Alpha Quadrant. Starfleet Academy Roster: 5/8/2008 Commanding Officer (CO): STSF NDAK Executive Officer (XO): STSF Jumper Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Jumper Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Shadow Orion Pirate Wrangler (OPW) - NDAK Tactical Officer (TAC) - Sulu Helm/Operations Officer (HOPS) - Mreh K'hal Chief Engineer (CENG) – Brian T Riley Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - dusty506 Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Vilanne Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - TKAR Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Aliana Lucindak Chat log will be posted when available EDIT: Chat log posted. *Note: Post Sim debrief has some good points with regard to general academy simming and proper "protocol" with regard to players. 05.08.08.doc

05.01.08 Mission Brief: The USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner Class) is on routine patrol near the Delta Asteroid Cluster. A distress signal came from inside the cluster, a ship ran into trouble while mining an asteroid. 05.01.08 Roster: Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Game Master (GM) - STSF NDAK Game Master (GM) - STSF Shadow Mission Commanding Officer (MCO): STSF Jumper Mission Executive Officer (MXO): Pierre LaRoche Operations Officer/ Helm Officer (HOPS) - TKAR Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - Sulu Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - Eibbor7 Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Lucinda Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Hii ========== Chat log will be posted when available. 05.01.08_Thursday_Acad.doc

04.24.08 Thursday Academy Mission Brief: The USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner Class) is on routine patrol on the fringes of Federation colony space. Mercenary activity has been reported in the area. Roster: Game Master (GM) - STSF NDAK Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Posting Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO): STSF NDAK Mission Executive Officer (MXO): STSF Jumper Tactical Officer (TAC) - Dusty 506 Operations Officer (OPS) - Mreh K'hal Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - CmdrJFarrington Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Sidney Janeway Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Eibbor7 Chief Medical Officer (CMO) – Vilanne Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - TKAR Chat log will be posted when available.

MISSION BRIEF: March 27, 2008: The USS Governor Spitzer is enroute to the planet of Vortania to investigate reports of people finding the "fountain of youth". Class: Defiant. ETA: 5 minutes ROSTER: March 27, 2008: GM Commanding Officer (GMCO) - STSF Hawser (the Hunk) GM Executive Officer (GMXO) - STSF GromVik (the Great) Crew: Mission Executive Officer (MXO)- NONE Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Dusty506 Tactical Officer (TAC)- TKAR Chief Medical Officer (CMO)- Siri Benica Chief Science Officer (CSCI)- Rachel Garrett 03.27.08_Thursday_Acad_2.doc

Mission Brief: 03.20.08: The USS Huckabee is enroute to the neutral zone following the reception of a distress call from a Romulan freighter (Nebula Class) ======== Roster: 03.20.08: Game Master (GM) - STSF Hawser Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Hawser Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - STSF Jumper Tactical Officer (TAC) - Shane Helm/Operations Officer (HOPS) - Joy Chief Engineer (CENG) - Caelan Fletcher Assistant Engineer (AENG) - Hii Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - TKAR Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - Cmdr JFarrington Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Thoren beam Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - dusty506 ======== Chat log will be posted when available 03.20.08_Thursday_Acad.doc

Mission Brief: 03.13.08: The USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner class) is currently heading to a quadrant diplomacy convention on Sigma Four, providing an escort for the Klingon diplomat KoranG; the diplomat is on board the Greenleaf, but the Klingon diplomatic vessel the IKS Grath is also helping with the escort. ALL CADETS ARE MANNING POSITIONS ON THE GREENLEAF. Roster: 03.13.08: Game Master (GM) - STSF Jumper Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - STSF Jumper Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Cmdr JFarrington Bridge: Tactical Officer (TAC) - Dot506 Operations Officer (OPS) - Joy Helm Officer (Helm) - Dr. Beth Soong Engineering: Chief Engineer (CENG) - Atrian Waterford Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Princess T'lak Medical: Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Vidian Gallant Science: Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - TKAR Security: Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Razor Angel 03.13.08_Thursday_Academy.doc

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Academy Roster - Thursday 3/6/2008 Commanding Officer (CO): STSF Sundown Executive Officer (XO): STSF Shadow Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Joy Assistant Security Officer (ASEC) - Dot506 Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Jerry Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - Samantha Kent Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - Vidian Gallant Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - TKAR ====================== Mission Brief: The USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner class) is providing assistance to Beta Sigma 2, a colony planet that has suffered a devastating factory explosion. Medical and Security personnel have been dispatched to the surface. Chat Log will be posted when available. 03.06.08_Thursday_Acad.doc