Crash Calestorm

The following log is out of character knowledge, but it can be assumed the information will be conveyed in character by Captain Calestorm and Commander Wesley to the crew during our 4 day TBS… July 8, 2261 Federation Border USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 Upon the establishment of the training facilities and command offices, the New Topeka Home Guard initiative fell under the purview of the Starfleet Border Patrol. The men and women who joined typically started training under ROTC* and then moved onto the Guard. After a period of service lasting anywhere from four to eight years, the candidates then had a choice of discharge or rotating into the Starfleet for further service and training. As with any military organization, there were the rare occurrences where a nutter got through the psych evaluations. Crash Calestorm read the preliminary SPB report on the shooter, using a thumb to scroll the details on the digital slate. Subject: Carl Ford Guiteau Affiliation: New Topeka Home Guard Crime: Murder “Why in the Hell do these guys always seem to sport three names? What was Guiteaus relationship with his team?” She directed her questions and attention to the two way visual feed set up between the SBP offices on New Topeka and the ‘Creek. “The rumor among his current guard and former training squad was he was reliable. He could be on the Moto* side of enthusiasm, but no real problems.” Crash couldn’t help quirking a playful eyebrow. “As I recall there was a rather Moto flight squad leader by the name of Coyote back in the day.” Admiral Shauna Coyote pointed a finger at her line captain, “I never went around randomly yelling out motivational words and phrases, thank you very much.” She chuckled and raised her hands in surrender. “I’m just messin’ with you, Admiral.” Then Calestorm sobered again and continued with, “So…this kid was Moto? I mean, yeah they can be a pain in the ass but that’s not exactly screaming out “hey let me shoot someone today!” Shauna. What, he just snap out that day?” “The Topeka Guard are performing closed interviews with the squad mates. Guiteau’s enthusiasm took a dive after the explosion of the luxury liner in the Harrington sector. Colonel Tavington defecting to his unknown leadership position with the Dragoon cartel organization didn’t help. After the events surrounding Admiral Marcus and Khan* he felt he needed to send a message.” “This is definitely the wrong way to send a message. I ain’t defending Tavvy, but the botched liner was the doing of Tavington’s Second for the Dragoon mercs. And there’s a lot of folks angry and at the former Colonel. Doesn’t mean we’re all gonna go out and start shooting.” The middle aged ship’s captain shook her head in the negative to emphasize her point. The Native-American woman gave a tired smile. “I agree. Of course the press is going stark raving bonkers, especially after they got hold of that Blue Son translation in the official Starfleet response.” “And the “Blue Sun” wasn’t a reference to the mercenary organization as originally assumed? It was Son as in the letter O?” Calestorm glanced at the data device as she asked the question, looking at the information displayed there. The Blue Sons were a lesser known Union guerrilla and cavalry unit in the Earth American Civil War. After seeing action in the Spanish-American and two World Wars, the Sons weren’t to be used again until the Greater Russian Civil War of 2026. “….and they had a pretty rigid honor code...This kid’s ancestor was a member during the units Civil War days?” “Correct. Young Carl was invoking the honor of his ancestor as he decided to blow Tavington’s head off. He’ll be going away for a long time Crash.” (To Be Continued In Sim) ========== *Reserve Officers Training Corps *Motard: …This word is used to describe some overbearing marine who extremely loud and obnoxious all the time. He is so motivated even in the sh*ttiest situations that everyone wants to kick him in the teeth…."OORAH MARINES! I F**KING LOVE PT AT 0500 IN THE MORNING! BY THE WAY I GOT ANOTHER moto TATTOO LAST NIGHT! OORAH!" Source: The Urban Dictionary *See Star Trek: Into Darkness (2012) for reference

Crash Calestorm -> Standby for incoming Brief Crash Calestorm -> 11.24.14 Mission Brief: July 7 2261 (Stardate 2261.279) TBS is 15 Minutes. We remain on patrol as the crew is informed of the death of former Fleet Intel officer turned criminal Colonel Tavington Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we roll? T'Aral -> Did you have fun writing the 'eyeball' brief? STSF_Scooter -> ::chuckles:: Crash Calestorm -> Indeed! Crash Calestorm -> BEGIN SIM! Byblos -> Let the resignations begin! T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: ... I am clearly uninformed. STSF_Scooter -> ::on the bridge, leaning against the railing surrounding the crew pit...as usual:: Shalin -> :: Exiting T/L onto the bridge. :: Shalin -> I was checking on a coil misalignment on the sensor array ... was that an eyeball? Byblos -> ::sits in the forward lounge enjoying some Tea (of some sort) viewing the stars as they pass by...finding some peace with the view:: Crash Calestorm -> ::still ensconced in Day Cabin:: Crash Calestorm -> *Day cabin = Ready Room Crash Calestorm -> ACTION> Communications is busy with requests flying in from New Topeka Command Karl A. Schultz -> :: monitoring things at the tactical console :: STSF_Scooter -> Maya> ::clearly frustrated:: Byblos -> ::picks up PADD reviewing what he knows of the the alloy he has been struggling to work with:: Karl A. Schultz -> :: scanning the long range sensors for any objects like another ships :: STSF_Scooter -> Maya> Damnit, I'm a communications warrant, not a damned switchboard operator Tifa Kvar -> ((hiya)) Shalin -> (( HI TIFA! )) Crash Calestorm -> ::speaking with Rear Admiral Coyote:: +Coyote+ Shauna, I *Get* that you want to be as on the level with the edited version as possible. But, your technical geeks gotta remove the flying eyeball..... Crash Calestorm -> (Evening Tifa) Tifa Kvar -> ((ew)) Byblos -> ::wishes he was schooled on Nausicaa, he would of figured out the problems already Sips his tea as a Molecular Formula is displayed on his screen, but he shouldn't need so much information. The reality...being he is not the metallurgist most Nausicaans are, let alone armorer. Crash Calestorm -> (you came in on the best line Tifa =P) Tifa Kvar -> ((I sure did...)) Crash Calestorm -> +Coyote+ Discretion is the better form of valor and we don't need the ::waggles hands:: eyeball thing....hows the Commodore? STSF_Scooter -> Communications panel> ::blinking lights, off and on, on and off, out of sequences with all the communications coming through, and very frustrated looking Maya:: Shalin -> (Tch'ana) :: Walks into the front lounge, grabbing a drink and flopping into a nearby chair. :: T'Aral -> :: Steps out of the T/L onto the Bridge. :: STSF_Scooter -> ::sipping coffee, looking frustrated:: Crash Calestorm -> ::listens as Shauna explains Decker's state of mind:: Byblos -> ::turns to the stars and thinks about if he can go home yet to Lady Mareena, given the fighting is over.:: Hmmm...::sips tea:: T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: Troubles, Commander? Crash Calestorm -> +Coyote+ Well...if the prisoner I just hauled back a few light years suddenly got his head blowed off by some nutjob...yeah, I'd be a little peeved myself... Byblos -> (about to explode??? Decker's head?) Crash Calestorm -> (Pretty much Big Guy) STSF_Scooter -> Frustrated with all the damned hype and press out here. Tifa Kvar -> ::Walks onto the bridge, looking at Maya frustration.:: Busy day? T'Aral -> You should take a moment to relax, Commander. Circumstances seem to have resolved matters - we should soon be on our regular assignment. STSF_Scooter -> Maya> ::looks at Tifa with a "Do you *really* want to know" look:: Shalin -> ( Tch'ana ) :: Looks over to Byblos :: So ... the nasty bad man got his? Byblos -> ::Byblos notes another Ship race buy....a Newsie:: STSF_Scooter -> True. Byblos -> Ah, Tch`ana..quiet as ever sneaking up on people..have a seat if you would. STSF_Scooter -> Never mind, though, what we do out here, keeping the border secure. That's not news worthy enough. Crash Calestorm -> ACTION> indications are sent via Starfleet channels that the edited version - and news - of the botched prisoner transfer is about to hit the civilian airwaves Karl A. Schultz -> :: checks on the weapon and shields status :: STSF_Scooter -> Some damned traitor gets his head blown off after being captured, and all of a sudden, the border is big news. Byblos -> Well Tch`ana, given what the Federation did to try to get the guy. I imagine some people are pretty pissed. Shalin -> (Tch') :: Smiles, flops in a chair nearer to Byblos. :: Crash Calestorm -> +Coyote+ We'll handle things out here you know that Shauna. Just deal with whoever the hell that nutter was that took out Tavington and let us know If we shoUld be on the lookout for the Suns... STSF_Scooter -> ::grumbles:: Tifa Kvar -> ::Smirks, relieving Maya at the console.:: Byblos -> The Federation does not have a death penalty does it? Karl A. Schultz -> It goesn't get rather interesting with the news T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: Curious that you feel that way. If we do our jobs correctly, the statement that our jobs aren't 'news' would be accurate. Karl A. Schultz -> It will get rather interesting with the news. Shalin -> (Tch') Nope - that 's the best part about scheming in the Federation ... they won't kill you for it. STSF_Scooter -> ::looks at T'Aral, and chuckles:: Yeah, I know. Its...frustrating, with the press's facination with "If it bleeds, it leads" Byblos -> I am suprised the Federation is not swarming with Crooks. ::sips tea:: Then again, if it cannot maintain security of the prisoners it has...maybe fear of a random nutcase would scare people into compliance. Byblos -> Someone told me in Security...a Penal Colony on Earth is literally a paradise compared to some places crooks are from. Karl A. Schultz -> it could be an inside job.... STSF_Scooter -> And I'd much rather deal with a starbase full of zombies than the press. Karl A. Schultz -> maybe it could be an inside job.... Shalin -> (Tch') ... except that you're not free, and many times the colony's governors decide to experiment on 'rehabilitating' you. That gets scary. Byblos -> Oh they perform mind experiments on you. Hmmm the idea of being a Federation Lab Rat should put an end to all criminal activity. T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: Given that you do not wish to associate with reporters, I fail to understand your unhappiness in not having to do so. Karl A. Schultz -> security breach somewhere.... unauthorized penetration... compromised security somewhere... Byblos -> Oh by the way Tch`ana, what are we going to do if a newsie ship arrives on the Creek for an expose? Shalin -> (Tch') :: ... thinks ... shrugs ... :: Panic if it happens. Odds are it won't - nothing gory happened here. STSF_Scooter -> Its just general frustration over this shu jous that's going on. Byblos -> No..but they will wonder why a Nausicaan is onboard a Federation ship. And yourself....you have a record. Shalin -> (Tch') They would ... if they knew about us. Karl A. Schultz -> thinks I should do a security review such that there is no security holes aboard the ship STSF_Scooter -> (At which point, Tch'ana will find a cardboard box and hide) Byblos -> Yeah I'd hide in an escape pod. Crash Calestorm -> ::exits the RR onto the bridge:: T'Aral -> :: Turns head quizzically :: Shu Jous ... is that a technical term? I am not familiar with that phrase. Karl A. Schultz -> (( That was my thought not my speech )) Karl A. Schultz -> :: goes over to the security console and taps the security console :: Byblos -> Newsie discovers Black Kris operative on Starfleet ship..A Nausicaan. Then they do a nice little discussion on my species on how violent we tend to be. STSF_Scooter -> I refuse to translate it, Doc. T'Aral -> :: Eyebrow :: ... indeed? STSF_Scooter -> Indeed. Crash Calestorm -> ::to Scooter:: Commander, the Admiral and the Commodore are handling things. Send a memo to *our* Dept heads to inform their people. They're gonna keep us in the loop, but we're stayin' on border patroL. STSF_Scooter -> ::knows there'll be a "discussion" later in her quarters involving Tifa...an argument...and making up:: Byblos -> BTW Tch`ana, do you know what is Blue Sky? I know Earth has a Blue Sky. Some Terran group? STSF_Scooter -> Will do. Shalin -> (Tch') Oh, just imagine them finding me ... a loose prisoner ... a slave ... what corruption could be taking place? :P Byblos -> (Thinks the Admiral will be sacked) Shalin -> (Tch') ... and I've never heard of 'Blue Sky' - sorry. Byblos -> ::Byblos Laughs:: Hah! Well you are the morale officer! Oh that would go over good with a newsie! Shalin -> (Tch') :: grins :: you can be sure of that! Byblos -> Oh yes...Nausicaan operative found onboard Federation ship, investigation reveals he has over 20 bladed weapons and a plasma canon. AND he is free to go where he wants. Poor Captain ought to shoot down a newsie before letting int dock~ STSF_Scooter -> Crash, we have a course heading? Karl A. Schultz -> :: where is this security leak coming from?? Someone feeding the news to newsbie? Crash Calestorm -> ::to CDR:: Aye Scooter. We're gonna stay on on border patrol, Feddy side obviously. Head out of the Harrington sectors Byblos -> Wonder what the Search Engine would say on Blue Sky...::types into pad:: And the answer is Classified! Something else here....color of Earth's Atmosphere. Hah! Shalin -> (Tch') We should hope nothing happens to the little newsies ... they'd blame us! Karl A. Schultz -> :: frustrated with these security leaks :: Crash Calestorm -> ::leans a hip on rail and crosses arms but uses a hand to indicate:: WE'll be heading *thataway*. Byblos -> No Kidding! STSF_Scooter -> Helm, take us out of here. Impulse until we clear the outer marker buoys. Karl A. Schultz -> :: must find whoever is leaking the ship info to the newsies :: T'Aral -> :: Looks over to the Captain :: In order to best prepare the Medical department, I do not suppose you would wish to be more accurate than 'thataway'? Karl A. Schultz -> Permission to leave the Bridge... I must track down anyone who would be providing confidential information to the newsbies STSF_Scooter -> Of course, Mr Schultz Shalin -> :: Shan looks over to the Navigator's panel, hoping that the new navigator knows how to plot a course consisting of 'thataway'. :: Karl A. Schultz -> Thank you :: leaves the Bridge and heads to the security office :: Crash Calestorm -> ::to TAral:: ::slight smile:: 'Course Doc. I don't anticipate any problems. T'Aral -> (( My son has determined that the Tholians are leaking information to the Newsies. )) Crash Calestorm -> ::continues:: Maybe a couple cargo haulers off the regular routes, if you catch my meaning. STSF_Scooter -> lol Sovak -> Manticore: Micheal Cain was brilliant Byblos -> So Tch`ana, if a newsie were to visit our ship, you'd hide like you usually do. I wish I could do that but my ....girth would not allow squeezing in ship Tubes or airways. I would get stuck. Crash Calestorm -> (ROFL! thats great!) Karl A. Schultz -> :: arrives at the security office and pondering how to catch the whoever is leaking the ship info :: Shalin -> (Tch') I don't know ... I've been finding traces of black gunk in the airways lately. 'been meaning to mention it to Shan. Byblos -> Geesh can you imagine me getting stuck in an airshaft....my legs dangling from the hatch. Byblos -> Black Gunk??? Shalin -> (Tch') :: Nods :: Looks organic. Byblos -> Okay I will not try the airshafts. Ever think of giving a sample to the Doc? Shalin -> (Tch') Not a bad idea ... Crash Calestorm -> paUSE SIM!! Byblos -> Organic? Now I really think you oughta get a sample for the Doc. We could be enhaling some sort of ....bacteria or something. Shalin -> !DESUAP Byblos -> ::paused:: T'Aral -> :: ][ :: Crash Calestorm -> Nice job as always Folks. TBS will be five days, we remain on patrol and leaving harrington sectors. Keep a lookout for the summary and brief STSF_Scooter -> Great, we've got mold in the ductwork... Karl A. Schultz -> :: *paused* Crash Calestorm -> Questions before we zoom off into the night? Byblos -> None here. T'Aral -> I have none. Shalin -> None here - G'Night everybody! STSF_Scooter -> Night folks Crash Calestorm -> alrighty - dismissed all and for those celebrating Thanksgiving, have a safe holiday

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 12.01.14 Mission Brief: July 11 2261 (Stardate 2261.283) TBS is 4 Days. Following the assassination of Tavington on New Topeka, the USS Comanche Creek is patrolling further out from the Harrington sectors but remains on the Federation side of the border. = = End Brief = =

11.24.14 July 7 2261 (Stardate 2261.279) Mission Brief: TBS is 15 Minutes. We remain on patrol as the crew is informed of the death of former Fleet Intel officer turned criminal Colonel Tavington Mission Summary: Several of our crew discuss the possibility of security leaks regarding the assassination of Tavington, though we’ve been off planet from where the shenanigans occurred. Admiral Coyote and Commodore Decker handle the fallout from the cluster frell on New Topeka. A strange black gunk has been noted in some of the ship ducts. Time Between Sims is 4 Days. The USS Comanche Creek remains on border patrol but is heading away from the Harrington sectors.

This log takes place just prior to our 11.17.14 Sim… July 7 2261 (Stardate 2261.279) USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 Border Patrol Assignment Things were quiet on the Comanche Creek. The SEC and MARDET troops were down in Marine Country and engaged in live fire exercises. As no one had blown a hole in the hull yet, this was a good thing. Fighter patrols had encountered no resistance. Crew shift rotations and bridge cycles were going smoothly. Repairs and diagnostics were caught up and other than some practical joke shenanigans on the lower decks, all was going well. Crash was watching a live news broadcast, though it wasn’t on full broadcast to the public. The information feed was encrypted, Starfleet command-level only and would be edited for public release. The reporter wearing the gray utility jumpsuit of the Starfleet News Corps was droning on about Starfleet apprehending the wayward officer and how justice would be served. It was the typical word script that the newsie types used to fill time, yadda yadda and blah blah and all that boring stuff that for whatever reason always needed to be said. Commodore Matthew Decker, CO of the USS Constellation, exited the transport shuttle to lead off the proceedings. Constellation security and marine guards followed, surrounding a handcuffed Tavington. New Topeka Home Guard, the red shirts identified by the arm bands that they wore, formed single ranks on either side of the path from the shuttle. Tavington sported a full beard and had grown his hair longer. She also noted that he had what appeared to be a fresh shiner around one eye and a healing cheek wound. The official rumor was that a few of the Constellation security guys had gotten rough with him during the initial takedown. And said security had been busted in rank by Decker. She would say one thing for the Commodore, he didn’t mess around. Crash spotted Commander K. Vacer JoNs on the periphery of the visual feed. The felinoid and her commando crew were providing extra security and had been pulled back from handling minor border skirmishes with the Klingon Empire to assist with the heightened alert stat-- A New Topeka guard surged forward, bellowing “Blue Sun!” and discharged a weapon against the left side of Tavington’s head; his right temple blew outward in a spray of blood, bone and brain. And an eyeball. Was that an eyeball? Really? That’s just plain disgusting. She bolted upright from her desk chair in surprise and the MOS small arms corner of her brain made a mental note that the weapon was projectile, a Springfire-12 pocket revolver black market… …the scene descended into orderly chaos as the Intel officer turned pirate fell boneless to the ground… Orders to contain the scene were shouted and officers and crew scrambled to obey. Cale spotted a blur of gold fur and black fatigues as JoNs whooshed by in the distance. From off the visual feed she heard a lightning crack of a voice - Admiral Shauna Coyote - order “Cut off the damn camera!” and the live feed blinked off to be replaced by the digital seal Starfleet Border Patrol. The captain stood there for a moment. Hands on hips and eyes fixated at point on her desk without really seeing anything as she gave herself a moment to process the murder she’d just witnessed. “Well, dang. That’s gonna be one Helluva edit job…” Her focus returned and she toggled the intercom on her desktop with a jab, accessing Communications. “Sparks, pipe me through to Commander Wesley.” (To Be Continued In Sim)

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 11.10.14 Mission Brief: July 4 2261 (Stardate 2261.276) TBS has been 5 Hours. We're escorting the Constellation to Harrington Base and have arrived at the outer perimeter of the base. = = End Brief = = ComCreekChat2014-11-10-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 11.17.14 Mission Brief: July 7 2261 (Stardate 2261.279) TBS has been 72 Hours. The Comanche Creek has returned to patrol duties, leaving the Harrington sectors and continuing along the borderline. = = End Brief = =

11.10.14 July 4 2261 (Stardate 2261.276) Mission Brief: TBS has been 5 Hours. We're escorting the Constellation to Harrington Base and have arrived at the outer perimeter of the base. Mission Summary: LT Tifa Kvar is kept busy monitoring - and scrambling - communications. Mission Specialist Byblos has some interesting ideas on how to handle the Starfleet traitor Tavington. MID Schultz is given charge of the main bridge. Doctor TAral offers counsel to CPT Calestorm. The Fuzzy Bunny Slippers make a cameo appearance and LT Shalin offers commentary while monitoring Engineering status. Time Between Sims is 72 Hours.

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 11.03.14 Mission Brief: July 4 2261 (Stardate 2261.276) TBS has been 7 Days. Commodore Decker has sent word that Starfleet traitor Tavington has been captured - alive - and the Task Force is returning to Harrington space. The USS Comanche Creek is to meet them at the border for escort to Harrington Base. = = End Brief = = ComCreekChat2014-11-3-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 11.10.14 Mission Brief: July 4 2261 (Stardate 2261.276) TBS has been 5 Hours. We're escorting the Constellation to Harrington Base and have arrived at the outer perimeter of the base. = = End Brief = =

11.03.14 July 4 2261 (Stardate 2261.276) Mission Brief: TBS has been 7 Days. Commodore Decker has sent word that Starfleet traitor Tavington has been captured - alive - and the Task Force is returning to Harrington space. The USS Comanche Creek is to meet them at the border for escort to Harrington Base. Mission Summary: We link up with our target escort and the Task Force. The Constellation shows signs of battle damage, but nothing overwhelming. Time Between Sims is 5 Days

Decker Task Force Successful June 30, 2261 San Francisco, Earth After several weeks of traversing the unknowns of the Outer Rim territories and the unpredictable Orion Cartel civil war skirmishes, the Starfleet Task Force dispatched under the command of Commodore Matt Decker encountered success – the apprehension of Colonel Tavington. Commodore Decker refused to comment on the more sensitive aspects of the mission though when contacted by our offices he did have this to say: “Starfleet confirms that the Orion Cartel factions are currently in a state of civil war. It remains to be seen if these uprisings will affect the Federation or the Starfleet directly, though civilian travelers and traders should remain cautious. The confusion within the region did offer us the cover we needed to deal with the independent Dragoon pirate faction directly and apprehend former Intelligence Officer Tavington for crimes committed against the Starfleet and Federation. For now, I have no further commentary on the matter.” The FANN will continue to monitor this breaking news story. C. Kerrin Torak Federation Affiliate News Network

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 10.27.14 Mission Brief: June 27 2261 (Stardate 2261.269) With the situation with the Orion Cartels continuing in the Outer Rim territories, the Comanche Creek remains on border patrol in the Harrington sectors. = = End Brief = = ComCreekChat2014-10-27-.txt

10.27.14 June 27 2261 (Stardate 2261.269) Mission Brief: With the situation with the Orion Cartels continuing in the Outer Rim territories, the Comanche Creek remains on border patrol in the Harrington sectors. Mission Summary: Debris from the Orion vessel captained by Elder Rinx is discovered floating on the Federation side of the border. Unknown fighters are detected moving away from the border deeper within Outer Rim/Orion Cartel space. Time Between Sims is 7 Days

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 11.03.14 Mission Brief: July 4 2261 (Stardate 2261.276) TBS has been 7 Days. Commodore Decker has sent word that Starfleet traitor Tavington has been captured - alive - and the Task Force is returning to Harrington space. The USS Comanche Creek is to meet them at the border for escort to Harrington Base. = = End Brief = =

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 10.27.14 Mission Brief: June 27 2261 (Stardate 2261.269) Time Between Sims 72 Hours. With the situation with the Orion Cartels continuing in the Outer Rim territories, the Comanche Creek remains on border patrol in the Harrington sectors. = = End Brief = =

(Sims cancelled 10.06.14 and 10.13.14, Mission Brief from 10.06.14 carried over) 10.20.14 June 24 2261 (Stardate 2261.266) Mission Brief: Time Between Sims is 24 Hours and the Comanche Creek is on Harrington border patrol as ordered. Mission Summary: The entire Sim consisted of discussion of the Commanders Killer Fuzzy Bunny slippers with references to Tim, Caerbannog and various other hilarity. Yes! You guys rock! Time Between Sims is 72 Hours.

The Killer Fuzzy Rabbit Slippers of Caerbannog...read on if you dare... ComCreekChat14-10-20-.txt

“Your Vessel the Comanche Creek has been deemed an Abolitionist Vessel on Orion Prime, with that note…the Comanche Creek will be fired upon by any Cartel Vessel it meets in the Outer Rim...” – Elder Rinx, Orion Cartel Faction (09.29.14 Chat Log) June 24, 2261 Harrington Patrol Assignment HAVCAP Alpha Rear Admiral Shauna Coyote had always been a shrewd commanding officer, the skill in play even when she was CAG back during their days on the USS Warlock. When Calestorm had briefed her on the situation with Elder Rinx, Ol’ Shauna had issued immediate orders that in addition to the regular CAP for the Harrington patrol assignment she wanted a HAVCAP specifically assigned to the Comanche Creek in lieu of Mister PITA’s threat. A minor issue had come up regarding the high asset patrol, mainly when Calestorm had announced she’d be pulling flight time to protect the ship right along with her pilots if the ‘Creek was now considered a high value target. The conversation had gone as per normal. “Captain, I’d like to remind you that you are an asset as well--” “Wait…did you just call me an ass?” “Crash!!” Cale couldn’t help it. She’d been going back and forth with Shauna like that for years, from way back when they couldn’t stand one another. Thankfully that had been the fleeting product of youthful arrogance and ambition – from both women, thank you very much – and they called one another comrade and friend now. Her tactical flippancy had had the desired effect on her commanding officer and she’d gotten Coyote to back off from pulling the Comanche Creek from duty, convincing her that there was no immediate threat from some old man with a Cartel leadership complex. The compromise had been the HAVCAP and that was perfectly fine with Calestorm. The Brass wanted a close eye kept on the Comanche Creek? Fine. Her ship, her rules and she’d fly right alongside the Sheep Farm herself for the alpha shift flight. Crash flicked a quick sequence of commands into her console and received immediate confirmation from the enlisted officer on duty for ‘Creek Flight Operations. “This is Lightning Twenty. Acknowledged and with the Sheep Farm.” “FOPS acknowledges. Good to have you flying next to us Crash.” The ‘Creeks acting CAG spoke over the wireless, her purring lilt calm and steady as always. “HAV Alpha, I’m going to go check on the kids on the forward CAP. Keep an eye on things here.” She stifled a chuckle. The Caitian wasn’t that much older than a kid herself. Well, compared to Calestorm she wasn’t that much older…”Acknowledged Jumper.” Within seconds the felinoid had maneuvered her sleek Lightning-class fighter away from the ship and began making time towards the forward point of the main patrol. Crash maneuvered her own fighter at a much slower pace and began an inverted arc across the saucer area in order to switch sides and do a lazy fly by of the bridge… (To Be Continued In Sim) -------- HAVCAP: "High Asset Value Combat Air Patrol", flown to protect a "high-value asset" such as an AWACS aircraft or aerial refueling aircraft during its specific time on station (Wikipedia) CAG: Commander of the Aero Group PITA: Pain In The Ass FOPS: Flight Operations

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 09.29.14 Mission Brief: June 23 2261 (Stardate 2261.265) Time Between Sims is 72 Hours. We remain docked at Harrington base; orders have been received for the USS Comanche Creek to start patrol of the Harrington sectors within 24 Hours. = = End Brief = = chatlog2014-9-29-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 10.06.14 Mission Brief: June 24 2261 (Stardate 2261.266) Time Between Sims is 24 Hours and the Comanche Creek is on Harrington border patrol as ordered. = = End Brief = = EDIT: the 10.06.14 Sim is cancelled and the Brief will be used for our 10.13.14 Sim. - Crash

09.29.14 June 23 2261 (Stardate 2261.265) Mission Brief: Time Between Sims is 72 Hours. We remain docked at Harrington base; orders have been received for the USS Comanche Creek to start patrol of the Harrington sectors within 24 Hours. Mission Summary: Calestorm diplomatically (with the help of LTDCRs Kvar and TAral, Mission Specialist Byblos and SEC Officer Schultz) tangles with the Elder of the Orion Cartel corvette in dock at Harrington. The heirloom family blade is ultimately returned to him via transporter. Formerly missing Morale Officer TChana is back on board though is keeping a very low profile. Time Between Sims is 24 Hours and the Comanche Creek is on patrol at the start of the Sim. EDIT: the 10.06.14 Sim is cancelled and the Brief will be used for our 10.13.14 Sim. - Crash

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 09.22.14 Mission Brief: June 20 2261 (Stardate 2261.262) Time Between Sims is 48 Hours. We remain docked at Harrington Starbase. = = End Brief = ComCreekChat2014-9-22-.txt

= = USS Comanche Creek NCC-214 = = = = Mission Brief = = 09.29.14 Mission Brief: June 23 2261 (Stardate 2261.265) Time Between Sims is 72 Hours. We remain docked at Harrington base; orders have been received for the USS Comanche Creek to start patrol of the Harrington sectors within 24 Hours. = = End Brief = =

09.22.14 June 20 2261 (Stardate 2261.262) Mission Brief: Time Between Sims is 24 Hours. We've docked at Harrington Starbase with Colonel Marx, our precious cargo and the UNSS Bounty. Shore leave intervals have been authorized for the crew. Mission Summary: The crew attends to ship board matters, personal matters and shore leave rotations. Doctor TAral looks into the Orion ceremonial blade in question with regard to Mission Specialist Byblos. We also have a missing Moral Officer, by the name of T'Chana. Time Between Sims is 72 Hours.