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USS DEMORA-SULU: Who Counsels the Counselor?
SD: 21.1024

RPG

Scene: D-Warp Shuttle

Jack sprawled listlessly in the co-pilot's chair as the D-Warp shuttle
dropped from warp within sight of the DEMORA-SULU.

"Beautiful ship," the pilot said as he made course corrections. "One of the
new THREIN-Class. Yes, Sir, a real beaut."

Jack didn't bother glancing up. "It's alright."

"I was a fighter pilot," the pilot said, "on the new HORIZON. I would give
my eyeteeth to be in your shoes."

"It's a deal," Jack muttered.

When the pilot turned his attention to docking arrangements with the
DEMORA-SULU, Jack's thoughts turned to a different HORIZON. His HORIZON was
of the TRYFAN-Class. NCC-825002. It was destroyed in the opening salvo of
the Telmarc War.

*now THAT was a beautiful ship* Jack thought. *she went down fighting and ...

SD: 21.1023.1930 (GMT)

The corridors were completely empty. Echoingly so.

Darr'chuh walked toward the nearest turbolift (what was he
doing on this deck anyway?) and requested the bridge. With
a hum, it started sliding from the vicinity of the upper
level of the OPS core toward DEMORA's bridge. As the ride
went on and on with no interruption, Darr began to feel
still more uneasy. At this hour, the 'lift should have
stopped ten or eleven times at least as other members of
the crew got on and off. Where was everyone?

When the doors opened onto the bridge, it was a scene of
absolute horror! From the working surfaces of the stations
downward the entire room was dripping with blood! Parts of
various staff members lie strewn about like a dropped cord
of kindling! He staggered into the room only to trip on
something and send it sliding ahead of him across the
blood-soaked carpet.

It was Rick Rescola's head.

**********************************************

Darr'chuh ...

SD:21.1022.0821
Scene: Bridge

<<<<<< Begin RPG>>>>>>>>>>>>

Ro sat in his command chair and was always careful not to occupy the Center
Chair as that was reserved for the Commanding Officer. Ro knew his place and he
was determined to stay in it. Actually he had not a clue what his place in the
universe was; it was a long way from being a mild mannered Counselor on ship to
the Executive Officer with lives dependant upon you.

His job was to keep the Captain's Commands followed and the ship running as best
he could. Having just commentd on the Captain taking too much time was another
Job; with the Counselor in his still rearig his head.

There was one less villain in the universe and one more not different loose. A
Vulcan Spook that had a few brain cells scrambled and and emotions rather than
Logic. She lurked out side the ship unseen; having nearly killed Ro and
successfully aiding ...

SD: 21.1002.0430 (GMT)
Scene: USS DEMORA-SULU, bridge
Time: nearing the Drake colony, C2

It wasn't the second time ever that he had been on the
DEMORA bridge, but Darr'chuh almost felt like it was
since it had been so long since he'd been her FO. He
loved the elegant, utilitarian sweep of her design. It
was no-nonsense and beautiful at the same time.

Warfield caught sight of him after just a minute or so
and waved him forward. Curious, Darr'chuh trudged to
his host captain's side, trying to stay as much out of
the way of the bridge staff as he could manage. Warfield
was holding a PADD which he offered Darr'chuh once the
Mov got close enough.

"Word doesn't just travel at warp speed onboard..." he
said with a wry expression.

They both sat. Intrigued, Darr'chuh read the two messages
addressed to him from OMEGA. One had already been
accessed, as it was also addressed to Warfield and Ro.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>INCOMING ...

Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office

The Mov had been a stalwart Starfleet officer for many years now.
He'd earned it.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>INCOMING MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
SD: 21.0929
TO: Cmdr. Darr'Chuh, CO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin, Fleet CO, Cocoon Fleet
RE: Promotion

Commander Darr'Chuh, your service to Starfleet and the Cocoon Fleet in
particular has been exemplary. It is my honor to promote you to the
rank of Captain.

Congratulations Captain!
Fleet Admiral Tergin

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>END MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

--

geoffrey

Fleet Admiral Tergin
Commanding Officer
Cocoon Fleet /HWF ...

SD: 21.0928
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet CO's Office

He'd read the CMO's reports and was happy that the Mov had
recovered, as did the CSO, Lt. Rescola. He figured by the time his
message arrived, the DEMORA-SULU with the hulk of the OLYMPUS in tow,
had arrived, or was close to arriving at Drake IV.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>INCOMING MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
SD: 21.0928
TO: Cmdr. Darr'Chuh, CO, USS OLYMPUS-MONS
CC: Lt.Cmdr. Layton Warfield, CO, Cocoon 2 Project
Lt.Cmdr. Ro Jarrod, FO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin
RE: Commanding Officer, USS DEMORA-SULU

Commander Darr'Chuh,

I hope by now your wounds have healed. I have begun reading your
reports... and we shall make sure Morand remains in the most intense
security we have, I have already dispatched one of my Starfleet
Security ...

[[[SD: 21.1023.1220]]]
[[[Scene: Medbay, USS Horizon]]]

The sound of laughter drew Kelsi Biaret from her office. Not the fact that there
was laughter, more so that the laughter came from ICU dedicated suites, and that
it came from a child. High pitched and filled with glee, it was sorely out of
place in a medical ward filled with Telmarc refugees fleeing the civil unrest.

For all intensive purposes it was war, though Kelsi knew the current description
of “unrest” was nothing more than political posturing. In response, the
Federation, limited by the need to adhere to the Prime Directive, was reduced to
almost a voyeur’s perspective, able to assist, treat, and protect only those
who made it across the neutral zone. The key word of that phrase was “made
it.” And very few of them did so.

Telmarc Warships patrolled their side of the neutral zone taking shots at any
and all vessels attempting to flee across to the Federation controlled
territory. ...

USS HORIZON: Into the West

[[[SD:21.0526.1548]]]
[[[Scene: Sickbay, USS HORIZON]]]
[[[Location: Somewhere on the Telmerc Neutral Zone]]]

Work is good.

Work keeps the mind occupied. Unable to wander. Unable to regret. Unable to
wonder why you lived while others did not. Why you made it out. Why you
survived.

Work is definitely good.

Kelsi stretched her arms over her head and stifled a yawn. Every general bed in
sickbay was filled, occupied by the old and the young. Most were injured. Only
a few were sick. Broken bones, respiratory inflammation, and muscle trauma.
Many were malnourished; thin skin stretched taught over ragged bones spoke of a
consistent lack of food. Reintroduction had not been gentle for several of the
refugees. Starved bodies moved much slower at healing than a healthy one, so
open wounds and oozing sores were weeks old.

There were several surgical beds still available, as well as her ICU units. She
would ...

Stardate: 21.0524
Scene: SB OMEGA -- Admiral Tergin's Quarters

His voice was it's usual calm soothing medium and melodic tone; it
hid his increasingly unnerved true center. "...Computer, Resume
Classified Personal Log, Security Access Admiral Tergin Only..." Then
the familiar chime of the computer's compliance... "Like I was
saying, early intelligence shows that only the Telmarc Corporate House
of Mothers has emerged relatively in tact from the two year civil war.
There may be options for negotiation of a peaceful settlement to the
Cocoon divide with them. Most of the Telmarc capabilities and assets
are either destroyed, damaged or being litigated over... but the price
for such a victory was very high...Our boarder is turning into a
Humanitarian Crisis, with an increasing number of war refugees and
escaped slaves trying to come across the neutral zone... .... I fear that the price of this Cold War with the Telmarc, is the
diminishing to Starfleet's ...

==SD: 20.1002.2125 GMT-0600
==Scene: in the underground storehouse
==Time: continuing with Aly's "Cautious exchanges"

==Begin RPG==

<<snip from Aly>>

"In a moment" said Captain Cannon "I presume you too want to fix the
time line; what information have you been able to obtain about how
and when the timeline was actually altered?"

<<end snip>>

Moreg knew little of timelines and alterations, and even less about
these Starfleet officers to which they had encountered. He did get
the sense that this group, and especially the curly haired Irish man,
kept glancing his direction. It was as if he was familiar to him, but
Moreg could swear he'd never seen them before.

The black man with the deep voice spoke first. "That's the part we've
had the most trouble with. How the humans are controlling the
Vulcans, their technological level, even their interstellar
relations, ...

SD 20.0804.2244 EDT
Scene: In the underground storehouse
Time: Concurrent with my post "Cautious exchanges"

Katzkel, the great-great-grandfather of Captain Alyza will stony on the
outside, but was an emotional turmoil on the inside. The device the
humans were using on him caused both turmoil and control. The turmoil
helped keep the Vulcan mind for rebelling against the control. Katzkel
was living a year every day that was the worst year imaginable. People
died gruesome deaths. However these were not just any people, the
people he knew and cared about. Financial and farming disasters occur.
Anything that could go wrong did go wrong, and she had no control over
the emotional responses he was having. This was the doing of the
device. Stonily he went about his business, oblivious of what was going
on on this planet. He tended his farm, he ate, he drank, and he slept.
He did not meditate, he could not meditate. The emotions had control ...

SD 20.0707.1021 EDT
Scene: In the underground storehouse
Time: Continuing Doug's post "Getting comfortable"

Doug wrote:

>Moreg, of course, was the one member of the party almost impossible
>to turn into a Vulcan, and he was forced to overly dress the part of
>a Vulcan child in the open. Now, with his hood pulled back, revealed
>his true self.
>
>The dark-skinned human leader spoke next, his rich deep voice echoing
>in the confined space. "Nevermind that, was IS a Ferengi doing here?
>And don't come back with `the same thing a Klingon is doing?' because
>that's not going to get us anywhere."
>
>"Agreed," proclaimed Naala, taking charge. "I suppose we need to
>clear a few things."
>
>
>
The human leader nodded in agreement.

"We too are starfleet officers. And like you, we have been displaced in time."
said Naalauilos, cautiously.

She ...

SD: 21.1025.2015 (GMT)
Scene: USS DESTINY, readyroom
Time: continuing Geoffrey's
"Standard Proceedures"

When the door chimed, CO Reetaw'agah reflexively glanced
toward it. Sniffing at her own silliness, she looked
back toward the bio file she was reading and simply said,
"Come in."

LtCmdr Seoul Geo stepped in.

"We've arrived, captain. We're in standard orbit over
OMEGA."

"Good. If you're staying a moment, do please be seated."

"Thank you, sir. If you don't mind my asking, how is your
daughter settling in?"

"Poorly, I'm afraid." Agah set down the PADD and looked
toward her First Officer. "Alew has developed entirely
size-based preferences about starships. She was very
disappointed to leave the DEMORA-SULU."

Geo smiled a bit.

"She needs room to stretch her wings- literally?"

"Exactly. She'll wind up getting on ...

SD: 21.1024
Scene: USS DESTINY - Bridge

"Sir, we've arrived in station orbit of Starbase OMEGA," the call
came from the helm.

"All stations standard keeping," Geo ordered.

Lt.Cmdr. Seoul Geo, First Officer and Instructor sat in the
command chair as the DESTINY was in dock. It had been a slow month,
they'd been on Gaia Sector Patrol as most of the Home Fleet had been
sent to the Humanitarian Mission on the Telmarc DMZ. The Telmarc
civil war raged on across the boarder. So the DESTINY, the Fleet's
Training Ship had taken up patrol of the home systems. They'd been
recalled just days ago, which meant that Admiral Tergin probably had a
new class of cadets for them.

The Allasmorph former intelligence operations officer looked human
on the Destiny as he always did on Academy Assignment. No one onboard
knew he was an Allasmorph, and they never would; all his files were
sealed. He had worn a distinctly different ...

SD: 21.1023
Scene: Fleet Admiral Tergin's Office

The El-Aurian Fleet Admiral sat poised as he always did, in the
massive office surrounded by viewscreens that were filled with the
void of space. This gave his desk the illusion of floating amongst
the stars, like a starship, rather than being securely buried in an
office in the heart of Starbase Omega.

He eyed the nervous new cadet as he approached the desk.

> Again, assuming attention, Moe said "Cadet Howard reporting as ordered
admiral."

"I've been expecting you. At ease Cadet," the Fleet Admiral said
with his signature El-Aurian smile that seemed to alleviate Moe's
nerves a little. "And welcome to the Cocoon." Not too many command
grade cadets chose to take their final tests in the isolated frontier
known as the Cocoon. The Admiral was impressed with anyone who
willingly took the assignment. "I'm sure you are eager to get to your
new ...

SD: 21.1023
Scene: Fleet Admiral Tergin's Office

The El-Aurian Fleet Admiral sat poised as he always did, in the
massive office surrounded by viewscreens that were filled with the
void of space. This gave his desk the illusion of floating amongst
the stars, like a starship, rather than being securely buried in an
office in the heart of Starbase Omega.

He eyed the nervous new cadet as he approached the desk.

> Again, assuming attention, Moe said "Cadet Howard reporting as ordered
admiral."

"I've been expecting you. At ease Cadet," the Fleet Admiral said
with his signature El-Aurian smile that seemed to alleviate Moe's
nerves a little. "And welcome to the Cocoon." Not too many command
grade cadets chose to take their final tests in the isolated frontier
known as the Cocoon. The Admiral was impressed with anyone who
willingly took the assignment. "I'm sure you are eager to get to your
new ...

---------- Forwarded message ----------

SD:21.1023.1428 (Eastern Standard)
Scene: Corridors Starbase OMEGA
Time: Afternoon

Moe Howard was in a rush. He always seemed to be a step behind the
flow of tings. He was art last ready to try his wings with the fleet
out in the boondocks.

Not paying attention he walked nto a pillar. A Lt Cmdr walked by and
smiled. The Lt Cmdr, one of the few Ferengi in the fllet, smiled and
told Moe "Cadet, the Fleet CO's office is this way"..

Moe snapped to attention and said a lot more loudly than he nee4ded to
"Aye, Aye Commander - thank you".

The Ferengi officer smiled,and shook his hairless head and scurried on
down the hallway. in the opposite direction from Moe.

~That was stupid Moe~ he thought to himself. His nerves were taught -
superior officers (anyone Ensign and above) caused Moe to worry..

Soon Moe was entering the Fleet CO;s office suite and stopped before ...

Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office

The Mov had been a stalwart Starfleet officer for many years now.
He'd earned it.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>INCOMING MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
SD: 21.0929
TO: Cmdr. Darr'Chuh, CO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin, Fleet CO, Cocoon Fleet
RE: Promotion

Commander Darr'Chuh, your service to Starfleet and the Cocoon Fleet in
particular has been exemplary. It is my honor to promote you to the
rank of Captain.

Congratulations Captain!
Fleet Admiral Tergin

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>END MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

--

geoffrey

Fleet Admiral Tergin
Commanding Officer
Cocoon Fleet /HWF ...

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