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HOLOWORLD FLEET is a Play-By-Email roleplaying game based around the Star Trek: The Next Generation universe. The club has been in existence since 1996 and remains one of the longest continuously running Star Trek roleplaying organizations, including some of the oldest PBeM units on the internet. Set in the early 25th century (approximately 50 years after the end of TNG), HWF is a literature-based game of collective storytelling where the players roleplay through writing the lives and adventures of characters serving in Starfleet.

HOLOWORLD FLEET is set in a secluded section of space known by most spacefarers as the COCOON: an expanse of space surrounded by a dense impenetrable mixture of space debris, dark matter and nebulae known as the VEIL. The COCOON's outer wall has been well charted and extends into the Alpha Quadrant beyond Bajor. For centuries however, its interior remained unexplored. In 2397 the USS NEWTON discovered a way through the VEIL at a small opening. This opening, known as the PORTAL, exists as the only known way in or out of the COCOON and is the COCOON FLEET's only access to the outside.

Although STARFLEET has been in the COCOON for over a decade, much of it still remains unexplored; it hosts an unusually high number of class M planets and a wide variety of native alien lifeforms. The COCOON FLEET serves the Federation's interests in the region as well as providing protection and STARFLEET assistance to the few member worlds that have joined the Federation since the COCOON FLEET began its exploration of this isolated frontier. The COCOON FLEET currently comprises several starships and starbases as it continues to "go where no person has gone before".

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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: 21.1021.0200 (GMT)
Scene: DEMORA readyroom
Time: after Darr'chuh's checkup
and well into Beta shift

"So, the transfers, both in and out, are finalized for
Science, Engineering, Medical, Flight AND Operations?"
Ivec Ritsani asked shuffling through stacks of PADDs.

"No, Science isn't finished yet..." CO Darr'chuh said.

"I thought you did those first."

"I tried to get through those first, but I wanted to
try to talk one or two of the specialists out of
going dirtside. So, that department isn't quite
settled yet."

"You haven't gotten to the Security or Counseling
departments?"

"Not yet," Darr'chuh sighed.

"You really should be getting some sleep right about
now, captain," she said, giving him a look.

"I really want to get these done. I don't want to
still be doing paperwork on my next shift."

Ritsani shook her head ...

SD: 21.1017.2200 (GMT)
Scene: USS DEMORA-SULU, readyroom
Time: the day after "Just a Minute..."
Alpha shift

CO Darr'chuh would be eternally grateful for FO Ro Jarrod's
summaries of the proposed changes to the staffs of the
various departments. The notes on how it would affect
specialty coverage during each shift were especially
interesting. Other than requesting that at least one of
the Alpha shift Security personnel be less than 1.68m tall,
Darr'chuh didn't think of anything he should add to the
Bajoran exec's suggestions. Ro's training as a Counselor
had made him very insightful when it came to both species
interaction and cooperation of individuals.

Without Ro's help, it probably would have taken him days.

Ivec Ritsani, Darr'chuh's yeoman, popped in. She paused, as
always, just inside the door and the Mov captain grinned a
bit as he waved her in. An enormous bowl entirely occupied
one arm, while the other hand ...

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 ...

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 ...

Stardate: 21.0117
Scene: Starship DarkSky, E'ertu Sector
Time: A few weeks ago

The Juun Bounty Hunter, sat hunched the pilots chair of her small
hard to detect craft. She had just left a 'Job Fair' on what

The civil war that was beginning to erupt between the corporate houses
all across the territories had already weakened the Combine Central
Command, and the Combine CC, in the traditional form of capitalist
outsourcing, had opened the flood doors to the army of Bounty Hunters
and People Snatchers that operated freely in the Telmarc Empire.
Almost every Federation Command Officer known to the Telmarc had a
bounty on their head. Even those that weren't on the lists, Starfleet
Officers could fetch a high price.

The DarkSky sped towards the Neutral Zone, back to Federation space.

Attalla, who was not a Juun Bounty Hunter, but a Juun Starfleet
Security Operative. She now had a list of her own , bounty hunters
and people snatchers ...

==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: 21.0712.0330 (GMT)
Scene: USS DEMORA-SULU,
Shuttlebay One
Time: minutes to scheduled
departure
******************************

LtCmdr Reetaw'agah was certain her daughter was going to
collide with something.... or someone. The second Alew
was told they were switching ships again, she'd tapped
out a query into the size of the new vessel. The instant
she found out the DESTINY was smaller than DEMORA-SULU,
she'd spent every second on the wing that she dared to.

And, young as she was, she was --quite-- daring.

Even the corridor hadn't been safe; she'd flown to the
turbolift and back to her mother until Agah had walked
the distance. Alew had returned to standing on the deck
in the 'lift, but when they reached the shuttlebay....
In the past five minutes, she'd startled six different
members of the flight deck staff. One had even dropped
a section of conduit, narrowly missing his toes. Agah
had made Alew apologize, but ...

SD: 21.0625
Scene: SB OMEGA - Admiral's office

The orders for his choice as Chief Training Officer had been approved
by Starfleet Command... finally. Her record had been scrutinized and
her skills deemed worthy.

The El-Aurian Fleet Commander turned to his massive desk and composed
his orders.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BEGIN SUBSPACE MESSAGE>>>>>>>>>>>>>
TO: Lt.Cmdr. Reetaw'agah, CMO, USS DEMORA-SULU
CC: Lt.Cmdr. Layton Warfield, CO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin, CO, Cocoon Fleet
RE: Transfer Orders

Lt.Cmdr. Reetaw'agah, you are hereby promoted to the rank of
Commander. You are also hereby ordered to transfer to the USS DESTINY
to take command as CO and as the Fleet's Chief Training Officer.

Lt.Cmdr. Warfield, I am sorry to take such a skilled doctor, and
moreso in the middle of a mission. However Dr. Reetaw'agah's
management ...

SD: 21.0604
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office
Time: a bit earlier

Fleet Admiral Tergin sat with Cmdr. Be'Torra, his head of
Starfleet Security, and Admiral Misha Piper, his Fleet Executive
Officer around the table on one side of his office. Their meeting was
that of the secret kind. Things were starting to move fast and the
El-Aurian was afraid his meticulous calculations could be off.
Perhaps he should consult with the Mysitc of the HORIZON...

"...so it's agreed then..." Tergin said, sighing slightly. ...They would be calling on a Black Ops officer. One of their best.
He was known to most who'd come through the Fleet Academy Program, as
Lt. Cmdr. Seoul Geo. He was an allasamorph, though this knowledge was
classified, not the human he appeared as an instructor on DESTINY.
Tergin knew him as Geo Xantho, former Starfleet Security Operative and
son of former Cocoon Fleet Antelope Squadron Commander Commodore
Xantho.

"The ...

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 ...

Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office

They had become a Starfleet Power Couple of legend... first of the
HORIZON and now of the deep....

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>INCOMING MESSAGE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
SD: 21.0928
TO: Lt.Cmdr. Kallisen n'Galeda, FO, USS OLYMPUS MONS
CC: Lt.Cmdr. Layton Warfield, CO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin, Fleet CO, Cocoon Fleet
RE: Your Assignment

Lt.Commander,

As you know by now, the USS OLYMPUS MONS is no longer functional and
the crew is being reassigned to the USS DEMORA-SULU. The
DEMORA-SULU's deep space assignment is of the uptmost important and
the ship is in need of a highly qualified science officer. You are
hereby assigned to the position of Chief Science Officer aboard the
DEMORA-SULU and Second Officer. Your service to the OLYMPUS MONS ...

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