Kansas

08.30.09 Excal Mission Update: TBS: A Couple Hours - The crew enjoys day 6 of a 7 day combination preparation layover and shoreleave at Camelot station. Some are on their duty shift, some end up mingling in the local taverns, while some end up in the hoosegow. - Tandaris has been transferred to Camelot Medical; a Trill Spiritual Leader came to check on him, and the Leader is disturbed by what they sense. - Captain Corizon received new mission orders from the Admiral in charge of Camelot, while Commander JoNs received her new assignment. - There will be a going away party for Commander Lefty. Oh Hai. I can haz Partee?

MISSION BRIEF: The Union has been listed for spare parts breaking down. The crew has been transfered back to the Excalibur, and given a week of leave, which is wrapping up now. Corizon hasn't been given new orders yet, but one can imagine they'd tell us sooner or later, right? ExcalChat09_08_30.txt

MISSION BRIEF: When last we saw our intrepid crew, teams had been sent out to search for the perpetrators of the bombing and riot. Harper had claimed command of the situation from Calestorm, after Calestorm basically said, "You think you can do better?" Word to the wise: Never ask that question. Someone WILL say yes. Meanwhile, excrement is about to impact a rotary air circulating device. CourtChat09_08_26.txt

Note: the following post is a non Plot log set in the Mirror Universe of the ISS Agincourt 08.27.09 ISS Agincourt NCC-81762 “Prey” It was a relatively quiet weekend evening on the ISS Agincourt, or, as quiet as an evening on a rough and ready Imperial warship of the line could be. The big warship was still in an orbital holding pattern over the planet, but fortunately the Corianis colony situation had finally been contained to a degree and the workers were begrudgingly trickling back to work in the dilithium mines. Several key figures within the local colony administrative network responsible in part for the rebellious upheaval had been replaced (read: disposed of), and their successors were settling into their new positions nicely. Order to Corianis was being re-established, and that was the primary directive that the Agincourt and her crew had been dispatched to facilitate. Meanwhile, ship-side, Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs and her current romantic interest and lover, Lieutenant Commander Sarritt, were enjoying a quiet and romantic meal in the female Caitian’s private quarters; the two felines were taking advantage of the small bit of down time to get caught up on personal matters and enjoy a meal together. The suppertime conversation was far from the sort of small talk shared by lovers however. As alien Imperial officers serving within a Starfleet controlled primarily by the Humans and the Vulcans, the two felinoid officers inevitably found their conversation moving to business and departmental concerns. With JoNs functioning as the ships First Officer, and Sarritt holding a senior rank position as a department chief, there was no shortage of the day to day shift and personnel concerns encountered by the two of them in their respective positions. “How are the new transfer pilots that we picked up from Starbase 17? Are they treating you with respect?” Kansas speared a piece of meat roast with her fork, and popped the morsel in her mouth, delicately chewing and fixing Sarritt with her full attention. The last group of cadets, midshipman, and ensigns that had transferred on board the ‘Court had been less then stellar with their attitudes in general towards some of the established officers and line leads, Human and Alien alike, and JoNs had needed to go into XO Reign of Terror mode in order to whip the lot of them into shape. The Kzinti feline mail nodded once, and finished chewing his own bit of food before answering the inquiry. “Yes. My replacement pilots are a mixture of Humans, Vulcans and a Bajoran and half Klingon. This batch is decidedly more agreeable and less green then the last midshipman and ensign transfers. I believe the correct terminology is that they have more of a ‘clue’? They do not care that their chief instructor and department lead is a Kzinti; they just want to fly the ship and the shuttles and do a good job.” A good natured leer then plastered itself across his tiger-like face and muzzle. “A couple of them were even asking some thinly veiled questions regarding you Kansas.” “Hm? Why?” “Their curiosity is genuine. Apparently word is getting out that not only is the Agincourt a prime service assignment what with the Colonel in command, but that the ship also boasts an alien on the command team. That is appealing to some possible transfers.” “Oh dear gods. That is all I need is to have groupies.” “I am just putting forth, that should you desire to do so, you would do well to contact certain interested parties from within the Shuttle and Helm department and add them to your contact payroll. “Now – what of the rumors I heard winging about on the lower decks? The Colonel whooshed down on you and Caine in the mess hall and ordered you both with her?” JoNs looked at Sarritt suspiciously, “…is there anything on this ship that you are not aware of? I do believe you are worse then the Master Chief Keltex.” A very brief, though well concealed, flash of sorrow and pain flashed across her bright green eyes; the loss of her chief bodyguard and mentor would be an internal wound that the ships Ex Oh would not easily recover from anytime soon, if ever. The old Klingon razor beast was sorely missed. The tiger male chuckled lightly with laughter. “Then I am in good company. The enlisted officer contact network for any ship is always the way to go, and they always have damn fine information to give me.” Then his expression sobered a bit and he favored his lover with deep green eyes and one ear flipped back. “I must admit…I almost expected you to crawl back here after the meeting with the ships CO.” Kansas’s gaze went out the display window, her attention seemingly fixed on a distant star in the black but yet not interested in any one thing shown out in the space scape. “Mm. It was merely a token reprieve. If I don’t play my dabo cards right, I may very well be crawling back to my quarters thanks to Medusa’s ministrations…” The leonine Cait flashed a self deprecating smirk towards her compatriot and continued speaking. “I have not been at my smoothest operating capacity with this Lieutenant Caine, handling this situation as it stands. Neither has the lieutenant, for all her so called half-Vulcan pragmatisms.” The golden furred Caitian chewed another bit of her food, swallowed, and then took a sip of wine before continuing. “As a result, the Colonel made note of the situation and took matters into her own purview. She basically told the two of us flat out to handle our own problems so long as we do not embarrass her and embarrass ourselves in front of the crew. It was a mistake for myself -- and Caine -- to take our feud public in the manner in which we did even though it was relatively low key. Hissing and spitting with one another in public, posturing, that sort of thing.” The ‘Courts XO then pointed her fork towards her dinner partner to emphasize her words a she spoke them out loud. “So, I’m fine as long as I keep my snoot clean, continue to handle this issue on the down low and much more refined, and do not send Harper into stalking panther mode. If the Colonel goes into stalk mode? Then I’m scrooged.” Sarritt flipped his left ear back in confusion, while his right eye whisker dove for his upper forehead line. “A stalking…panther? Our Colonel? We stalk, we are felinoids -- you, the leonine, myself a tigrean -- and it comes naturally to our movements. Harper is a Human, and the Humans definitely do not stalk. Whenever they attempt it, they do look rather stupid. All skulking in the shadows as if they know what they are doing. It’s quite embarrassing really…” “I beg to differ my large friend. Harper has the ability, and considering she is a Human and they as a general species are quite clumsy, it is a quite impressive sight to behold. I’ve learned over the past couple of years to recognize the talent when it manifests itself, if not push her buttons in the right way as to avoid being on the receiving end of it. I’ve been pretty successful as of late.” Kansas made a circular motion through the air with her fork to illustrate. “But once the Colonel starts that whole circling the officer, then ends up behind me, and she leans close and whispers to my neck or ear or whatever with the light breathy statements…yeah, then I know I’m screwed and she’s just playing with me before she goes for the full smack down.” Now that, Sarritt found amusing, and his cat ears perked forward. “You’ve been stalked by our commanding officer?” “Indeed I have. And I have no desire to be her prey on a regular basis. Colonel Harper is content to leave her officers alone so long as they do not draw attention to her or cause her discomfort. Being adaptive yet comporting yourself professionally are the key features in order to survive on her ship.” The chief shuttle and helm officer changed the focus of the subject. “Speaking of the stalking hunter and the prey…what of Caine?” Kansas’s answer was prompt and direct. “Lieutenant Caine is most definitely my prey. She just doesn’t realize it yet. And, I won’t make it an order, but I will if you force my paw – I do not wish you to become involved in this little matter, Commander Sarritt, in any way, shape, or form.” The tiger like Kzinti male thought it best to not comment on the thinly veiled order, and he continued with the general conversation at hand, “…are you so certain that you are not the one being stalked?” “Yes. I’m certain due to Caine’s current senior Lieutenant rank. The rank of senior El Tee is a good, solid rank post, yet can also be difficult to maneuver with should you let yourself fall into the dreaded ‘gray area’. With a senior rank such as Lieutenant, you no longer have the luxury of hiding behind a junior officer rank, yet must move carefully so as to not either lose the senior rank or grab too much responsibility that causes failure, what with the dynamics of our Agincourt officer ranks in general. If Caine meant to pounce me and go for the attack? It would have happened by now. So that means that she is still building up her so called forces and contact network within her department and among any of the Agincourt junior crew until she feels comfortable to launch this so called offensive against my position. Therefore, I can use what delay there is to my advantage, and indeed I will.” Sarritt took hold of his wine glass with a powerful and deadly paw, gently gripping the delicate wine glass and lifting it from the tabletop. “To the hunt, Miss JoNs.” Kansas clinked glasses with his. “To the hunt, Mister Sarritt.”

MISSION BRIEF: This Academy Sim is set in the NEW TOS era from the May 2009 movie. Break out your gold, red, and blue tunics and let's get to some old school simming. The USS Shangri-La (Kelvin class) is on diplomatic escort and patrol. The ship and cadet crew are escorting the Federation president who is traveling on the flag ship of the Starfleet - the USS Enterprise. ROSTER: Command: Commanding Officer (CO) ----- STSF Kansas Executive Officer (XO) ----- STSF Kent Bridge Crew: Ops Manager (OPS) ----- Lisanna Tactical Officer (TAC) ----- WadeFKnight Helm (HELM) ----- knlwatcher Security: Chief Security Officer (CSEC) ----- STSF Scooter Asst Security Officer (ASEC) ----- Erika MR Engineering: Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) ----- Schawnsee Science: Chief Science Officer (CSCI) ----- Random Perfect Asst Science Officer (ASCI) ----- Alyce Medical: Chief Medical Officer (CMO) ----- Jerry 'Skip' Maxwell Asst Medical Officer (AMO) ----- JiranShen Kor ThursAcad09_08_27.txt

08.26.09 Mission Update: Time Between Sims: Half Hour to an Hour - Security and Marine teams from the Agincourt moved in on the suspected target area/building. Local dissidents, responsible for breaking up the earlier peaceful protest, were in fact routed out. - As the now on site lead after Captain Calestorm threw full control over to her, Colonel Harper recieves unwelcome orders from Admiral MKory: apparently, the Agincourt is to implement martial law at Corianis in order to get the dilithium production mines up and running again.

Additions: Mattingly, Farrugut, Decatur. These NPC's belong to Player Lt. Caine.

= = 08.20.09 Thursday Academy = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = The USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner class) is currently on routine patrol of the Corvinis Sector, watching over the main cargo transport lanes and making sure things are running smoothly. All cadets/crew are currently deployed in the Runabout DeForest Kelley. ROSTER Command: Commanding Officer (CO) ----- STSF Kansas Executive Officer (XO) ----- STSF Laura Bridge Crew: Helm/Ops Manager (HOPS) ----- Vilanne Tactical Officer (TAC) ----- STSF Scooter Science: Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - - - - Lisanna Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - - - - A Davis ThursAcad09_08_20.txt

Note: this log occurs within the short Time Between Sims, and will be continued in game for 08.26.09. 08.20.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 The Corianis Question With Captain Calestorm of the USS Jackrabbit giving full control of the Corianis mission over to Colonel C.E. ‘Medusa’ Harper, the marine gropo hadn’t wasted any time with taking charge of the situation. JoNs was beginning to understand why Calestorm’s call sign was ‘Crash’ as it seemed that the woman had a heavy hand and wouldn’t hesitate to plow through a mission until it came crashing to some sort of half-ass solution. At least the Colonel possessed way more finesse when it came to command tactics. Finesse they needed now: Corianis had a big fat question mark hanging over it in the subspace nether as to why the whole situation had degraded as quickly as it did, tensions between the local administration and mine workers aside. The only logical explanation could be that there were other, underlying forces exacerbating the situation that needed to be exposed...such as the group that chucked the bomb at the conference building. As soon as Harper had given her first officer, Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs, direct orders to personally oversee the search for the original protestors who had tossed the bombs at the conference building, the golden furred Cait had mentally gone into hunter mode; she was a hunter, and it was very hard for the so called prey to evade a hunter once they were out to take you down. Now, the felinoid was physically preparing to move out on that hunt to see what she could find out, and she was planning on pursuing a little solo work. She could have asked any one of the Security or Marine teams on site to accompany her on her current recon objective, but any of the Humanoid species would unintentionally slow her down …with the possible exception of Gunnery Sergeant Hefner. Cocky? Sure. Some of the officers would no doubt see it that way, if she were the type to brag…which she wasn’t. Mother, Father and Left Ear hadn’t raised a fool. Factual? Always. The Commander had eyesight and ears that were species-conditioned to hunt. Large paws that could kill a full grown man with a well concentrated swipe to the jugular. She knew how to smell the wind and grab a scent from it. And she could use the shadows to her advantage, big time. This all came to her naturally. Yes, some of it had been even more refined thanks to her training within the Security field, but the skills were already there in the primordial bloodline well before the training ever took hold. Caitians might only make fair Marines due to the physical demands of the work, but they could be downright thorough within a small recon unit sent behind enemy lines. Kansas was sure of herself, yes -- but not oblivious to the possible dangers of going at a recon target and trail solo, and she flat out knew that she wasn’t some sort of Super Felis Commando complete with a shoulder mounted rocket launcher: the Agincourt bridge officers were tracking her movements and prepared to beam her out quote “before the get me the heck out of here echo died on the wind”, unquote. In addition, Caine and Matthews were handling the perimeter radius lockdown of the various streets and byways that led into and out of the conference hot spot area, and JoNs very much planned to call the two senior officers for backup if the situation warranted it. First though, she had to lose the burgundy command uniform jacket, as Flaming Target Lock Red just wasn’t going to cut it on a solo recon hop. A Marine issue dark charcoal gray jacket would work nicely to do some urban colony skulking. She visually scanned the various fire teams within her vicinity that had made planet fall, her keen green eyes lit with intent, and eventually singled out two or three senior non comms that were identified by the standard uniform duty jacket they were wearing. JoNs whistled, grabbing the attention of Corporal Reed, a Human female who was about the same height and weight as the feline. “Corporal? A word?” = = = = It had taken a short time, but JoNs had found a possible trail that hadn’t gone cold yet. Or so she thought. Or so she was hoping. The observation target was a non-descript grocery and supply store front, just like all the others located within the colony city. Yet, unlike all of the other businesses located within the six block or so area that had been closed due to the scheduled conference meetings and resulting protests, this store had remained open. Occasional spurts of customers where going in and out of the establishment, emerging with bagged supplies and the like. If the feline officer found anything of interest, great and score one for the good guys. If not? Then onto the next clue or what have you. Was this merely an enterprising owner, taking advantage of any other supply stores within the area being closed? Or something more? The next hour or so might offer a tangible bit of visual evidence, and Kansas would stay put and keep tabs on the comings and goings of the establishment. Clad in her usual black uniform trousers and her ‘borrowed’ charcoal gray Marine duty jacket, the ‘Courts executive officer remained within the shadows of an alleyway between two buildings located across the thoroughfare from the storefront. To access the alley without being immediately seen by either the store customers or owners, JoNs had vaulted over a medium sized concrete wall that separated the alley from a park area set behind the two buildings in order to reach the alley. And while she did not like being closed in from the back, and invited possible attack from the front with no where to go, the golden furred Cait was also certain that the wall offered a barrier for anyone attempting to sneak up on her position. Overall, if she was going to get scragged from every window overlooking the street level, JoNs would rather face a possible threat head on instead of getting shot in the back. But sometimes you didn’t have the luxury of controlling every single option within the parameters of an assignment, and an officer accepted that. If you didn’t learn that early on (along with being able to duck -- very important skill) as an enlisted or commissioned officer serving in Marine and Security disciplines or any department posting, then you really didn’t last long out in the field, or became a detriment to the officers in your unit. She tapped lightly at her communicator badge, and spoke in a whisper. “Will to Agincourt and ground relay team leads. I’m in a holding position across from a possible target location, repeat, in a holding position at a possible target location for our general group suspects…all personnel are to remain on standby…someone throw me over to Medusa…”

Mission Briefing: The Agincourt remains at Corianis, trying to subdue the labor disturbances which have just spilled over into a full-fledged riot after persons unknown bombed the negotiation between labor leaders and local security. The riot has been largely subdued by air support dropping crowd-control gas. CourtChatLog09_08_19.txt

08.20.09 Mission Update: TBS: Short - The search for the actual perpetrators who launched the homemade bomb at the conference building continues. Security and Marine Teams (Caine/Messner and Matthews) are to patrol and set up roadblocks around a few block perimeter area. Colonel Harper tasked Cmdr. JoNs with locating the original problem group. - The 'Court Bridge crew (Kassem, Murray, Tay, Julio) stay vigilant, tracking our planet side teams and the various comings and goings about the incident perimeter. Doctor Trenral attends to the people wounded in both the original attack and by the gas bombing ordered by Calestorm and carried out by Jackrabbit shuttles. - After a "this ground situation is not being handled well" posturing session among the USS Agincourt and USS Jackrabbit senior officers and commanding officers, Calestorm threw the full mission control lead off onto Harper.

MISSION BRIEF: The cadets of the USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner class) are doing holo-survival exercises planetside. Avoid the holo-transmitted dinosaur Raptors and get to the end of the holo program, signaled when you pass the holo emitters surrounding the planetside course. The entire cadet team is armed with a tricorder, and a basic survival pack that contains these items: flares, tent equipment, rations, a knife, a phaser set on stun. Go forth, try not to annoy the Raptors, avoid getting attacked, and avoid any Ivy plants that have red dots. ROSTER: Commanding Officer (CO) ----- STSF Kansas Executive Officer (XO) ----- STSF Laura GM Trainee ----- STSF Kent Chief Security Officer (CSEC) – Jerry ‘Skip’ Maxwell Asst Security Officer (ASEC) – Lairgen Tazzret Chief Engineer Officer (CENG) - Mreh K’hal Asst Engineer Officer (AENG) -- A Davis Chief Science Officer (CSCI) – Eva Jaz Asst Science Officer (ASCI) --- OPEN Chief Medical Officer (CMO) --- STSF Scooter Asst Medical Officer (AMO) ---- TKAR chatlog2009_08_13.txt

MISSION BRIEFING: Riots and bombs and protests, oh my! The situation on the planet degenerates into chaos after an attack on the meeting between Starfleet and the mine workers. Engineering teams were investigating the site of prior accidents, although their conclusions might be delayed given that at least one of them is thick enough not to turn down his speakers even after years of gong experience. Security and medical teams were responding to the crisis at the meeting site. chatlog2009_08_12.txt

McDonalds, for their Sweet Tea offering, has a commercial airing on the radio to promote it. I'm assuming the content is the same in all regional markets. It involves one dude talking to another guy, and the one dude keeps "ahhhhing" on certain word endings because he's so refreshed from the Tea. Simple azz commercial. Can't stand it.

Elsewhere in the Alpha Quadrant... Starbase 24 was one of the bigger Starfleet space stations, and therefore got a modest amount of military, merchant marine, and civilian traffic traveling through the sector or pulling in at the base. Malachi Morgan, captain of the Dragonfly civilian class cargo hauler Corsair, stood on the main command bridge of his boat and looked out the clear forward windshield canopy with an expression of both confusion and consternation. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, worn in his usual longer cut, and kept shifting his weight from booted foot to booted foot. Typically, when civilian and military cargo ships and working ships opted to pull into a star base for repairs or re-supplying or what have you, all ships were required to fall into a docking queue and berth according to the assignment issued by the Operations office of the star base. The process was usually orderly, and only took a little time out of your busy schedule while you waited your ship’s turn to dock. This however, was unprecedented. The Corsair had been waiting to dock for almost two hours now, and the Ops office of the base just kept transmitting a generic ‘please maintain your holding pattern position and your docking code and berth will be transmitted shortly’ message over the ship to ship to base wireless communications. Typically, clearance and docking took twenty minutes, tops, at a Fleet star base such as Twenty Four. The human turned to his only other fellow human on the bridge. “What is taking so long?” Mal directed the question over to where his First Mate “Big Jack” Daniels was sitting at one of the side control consoles, monitoring the communications channels via the main control board of his station and a blue tooth device firmly stuck in one ear. His dark complexion and features were also drawn in a tight concern as he turned and answered his captain. “Station Ops relay that all ships are being patrolled, monitored, and will only be allowed to dock once the transmittal codes are cleared.” His concern shooting even higher into the stratosphere, Mal turned his attention onto his Klingon chief engineer, B’Krel. “We’re legitimate, right?” B’Krel nodded enthusiastically, the golden highlights in her luxurious brown hair catching the overhead command module lighting. “We’re as legitimate as the day this bucket was formally commissioned. I stenciled on the original hull numbering, identification numbers, and everything. The hidden cargo hatch area? Went legit as well – I stuck the supplies from our last run in there, even put up a sign that says ‘storage’ in about four different languages. Trust me Mal, we’re on the level.” Sh’Tamshen, a blue skinned Andorian humanoid who worked as the Corsair’s crack pilot, cocked an antenna to one side and cracked a joke. “Most of us even cleaned up and put on our best clothes for this occasion of actually pulling into one of the main line ports after being out on the frontier planet grid for so long Mal.” A deep and concerned voice sounded across the bridge, interrupting the conversation. “Okay…We have some more issues.” All eyes (and in Sh’Tamshens case a pair of antennae as well) turned towards Big Jack. He took the wireless communications device out of his ear as he spoke to his crewmates since he was sure he had their undivided attention. “Getting out of the holding line and docked seems to be only half the battle. Just got an under the radar general comm from another one of the cargo transports waiting to grab a berth -- the Saints Concern, Captain Samuels -- sent out to any civvy ship prepping to dock: once we are locked down in one of the berths? Station security isn’t just going to scan our cargo and be done with it. The Redshirt’s are gonna check the cargo, check our credentials, check equipment, and seize any cargo or personnel they find at fault. Apparently a cargo hauler that passed through about a month ago was in fact detained due to some issues with the ships operating licensing. There’s been no word since the incident, and none of the other civvy crews has seen ‘em out on the space lanes.” Quick multi-directional looks passed among the small command crew, and then Malachi directed his hawk like attention to Sh’Tamshen; she was a washout Starfleet ensign before she came to work for Morgan and the Corsair, and might be able to shed some light on the subject. “What’s the word Tammy? You have some Fleeter experience -- Any ideas why the base administration might be acting like this with the civilian cargo jumpers?” “That sounds a bit…extreme, for the Starfleet. Yeah, most of the officers who are assigned to the bases are pretty thorough with the protocols and procedures when it comes to ships docking for layover or repair … but I don’t recall in recent memory any of the star bases going into some sort of weird quasi lockdown mode. And, that sounds like what Twenty Four is doing. And y’know -- the officers and officers in charge wouldn’t be going this way if there weren’t some sort of orders that had come on down the line to get a bit rough with the local ships or whatever.” Daniels jumped into the conversation then. “Think we should pass on the docking Mal? Head over to Thirty Six or something? Maybe the Landis Corporation Base? Wouldn’t have to worry about Fleeter influence over there since it’s all civilian operated.” “Absolutely not. If we try and pull out now, I guarantee we’ll have a Starfleet boarding committee beam in before our thrusters spool up to warp power. We mind our own business, dock, let base security do whatever they need to do, and then we get restocked as quick as possible, and get out of Dodge.” B’Krel raised an eyebrow, and ran a work scarred hand over her ridged forehead in confusion at the purely Earth based Dodge City reference. “Dodge? I thought this was Star base 24?”

08.12.09 Agincourt Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 30 Minutes - Tempers flared, the chaos continues, and this sim was a gas. - After the initial issues with the first peaceful group of protestors, a secondary group among them were the ones who actually tossed the homemade bombs. This current sim had a third group/mob forming, angry about what happened and demanding some answers. - Captain Calestorms people got a little excited per her orders: shuttles from the Jackrabbit did a low fly by on the third mob group, catching Agincourt personnel in the process with some nasty funny gas grenades. - The powder used in the homemade bombs is very common and hard to track. Can this Corianis mission get any worse? And who or what is behind all the chaos?

MISSION BRIEF: The Union recovery of the Scorpiad ship continues. Nanoprobes? This always goes well. ExcalChat09_08_09.txt

MISSION BRIEF: Meetings on the planet are going... er. Are going. Some further investigation of the accident site was ongoing in a more-or-less authorized fashion. And tensions on the surface continue to ride high. chatlog2009_08_05.txt

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08.05.09 Agincourt Mission Update: TBS: 20 Minutes - The Chief Engineer bolted from her bridge watch posting to re-Investigate the previous skirmish and equipment accident area that Engineering had checked out, without permission from the command staff to leave the ship. Basically, she pulled a Kansas. But - Karma is always a fitting thing. - Homemade bombs were tossed at the outer area/building windows of the conference room where the command officers from the USS Agincourt and USS Jackrabbit were meeting with miner representative, Santos M'Shin. And, the attackers were not the Protesters who were peacefully against the meeting and congregating outside the building. - Powder from the homemade incendiary devices were detected by scans, shipside by the Engineering teams. Security and Medical Teams are on site.

DVD's. ::sage nod:: And, let's not forget the Insomniac Written Log Run.

Teagan: Welcome to STSF - this is a wicked cool site to Trek RPG on, if you're willing to take on an original character of your own. As for RPing as the established Trek canon characters? STSF is your own original character oriented, overall. Actually ... it's more fun that way. Occasionally, you will have a Player or Host who uses a canon character to "guest star" (short term) for one of the chats or in a written story. In recent memory, I believe Challenger had Mister Scott guest appear in a log for the re-launch? As for Trek sites who have Players regularly use the Trek characters? I'm not aware of any, and most that I've come across are all original characters. And, you might have trouble playing as Kirk anyway - I'd imagine he's pretty popular for those RPG sites that do use canon characters, and he might already be taken across several.

Now *thats* what you call a professional memo, Star Trek Mirror Universe Style. From this moment onward, I will refer to this inter departmental ship memo as The Memo Template for Professional Mirror Boo Yah. Or merely, The Memo for short. Bring it, Mister Caine.

Happy Birthday STSF - you are a wicked cool site to Trek RP sim on!

MISSION BRIEF: we have a tinderbox sitting under us in the form of Corianis -- specifically, the mining situation. Talks between the parties are scheduled to begin, which means the riots are probably scheduled to begin as well. In any event, let's hope we all survive the talks! CourtChatLog09_07_29.txt