**SD: 90329.1126**
**Scene: USS GALAXY**
Graeme walked slowly along the corridor of the USS GALAXY, his meeting
with Captain Jackson had been interesting; it seemed David shared some
of the worries Graeme had about StarFleet.
It had been a busy morning for Graeme so far. He had discovered the
Kzin, Zahn Z'Dark, was infact a StarFleet officer due to take command of
Ruane's last command; the USS CURIE. A message had arrived from the
Dergrad Rebels informing Ruane that Ip'Sc Carbo was their hostage. He
had spoken to M'Beya about Ip'Sc and now he walked onto DS 101 after an
hours talk with Jackson. A busy morning indeed. Ruane came to a
conclusion as to what was needed.
**Scene: The Rising Star**
Graeme walked into the oddly furnished bar, it set an entirelly
different tone to Club 101, this was more of a drinking place; where as
Club 101 was a place to go and socialise, drink coffee and talk over
ideas. He changed his mind about getting his coffee here for now. He
turned and left, heading for Club 101. He walked slowly down The Mall,
it was quiet so gave him a chance to take in his surroundings. The
shops were beginning to open, lights switched on and shop keepers
emerged to unlock the doors. Several shoppers stood in line waiting for
the more 'interesting' shops to open in hope of getting newly arrived
raritys. They seemed to have forgotten that ships were not allowed to
dock or leave yet. Ruane thought about that, the mind behind the kidnap
and assasination attempt was nolonger onboard. He would have to have
Roberts release the vessels docked and open the station for proper
business again; it would not do to let the Dergrad terrorists succeed by
altering the everyday life of DS 101. He would not allow them to
succeed; ever. He tapped a few orders into a PADD and transmitted them
to Roberts. He then walked into Club 101 and ordered a Coffee, he took
his drink and sat by the window, drinking slowly. After ten minutes
several ships seperated from the station and began moving away. It was
a wonderful sight seeing so many ships buzzing around the station. A
Gorn vessel moved away quicker than the rest and soon disappeared in a
bright flash as it entered warp. Another flash a minute later indicated
the arrival of another vessel. He watched the white speck approach the
station quickly.
"Captain?" A male voice said from behind him. Ruane turned around to
look at the Ensign behind him. The Ensign wore a science uniform.
"Yes?"
"My name is Ensign McLeary, the new archeoligical specialist sir."
"Well, pleased to meet you. Please, take a seat." Ruane offered the
chair opposite. McLeary accepted and sat.
"I suppose you want some orders?"
"Yes sir." He said eagerly.
"Well, first I think you should familiarise yourself with the station.
The construction itself is an archeoligical mystery; we have no idea who
built this. We just have a few clues as to why. I suggest you look
through the old computer core; it still has an active interface with the
one StarFleet installed, some of the programs within are still used.
You'll be needed for an away team mission soon too. Clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good." Ruane stood quickly as he finally made out the shape of the
vessel approaching the upper docking pylons.
"I'll see you later; it seems the BANGALORE has returned." He walked
away looking worried, the ship appeared to have some weapons scarring
along her hull.
Submitted by Phil Long
Capt.Graeme Philip Ruane
Commanding Officer
Deep Space 101, Amgine Sector
Cocoon Fleet
<**NRPG**>
Gretchen,Rob: Ruane will arrive in the Console Room just after Roberts
is briefed.
-Cheers, Pinky.
--
Phil Long
E-mail : DS101@scars.demon.co.uk
Web Url: http://www.oocities.com/broadway/1701/index.html
Last Update: 25/2/97
"On your knees before the mighty them, receive communion once again,
obey and follow strict laws to the letter, do as you're told and
life will be better. Go with the flow, avoid the strife...let unknown
powers rule your life. A box of glass dictates your death - stolen
minds, innocence last breath." - Control, Biohazard
SD 90330
Jackie-O
Cramped "almostStateroom"
Thyra busied herself with the daily correspondence that managing
her grandfather's conglomerate generated. Unconsciously she kept
waiting for the soft hum of the engines that would tell her the
ship had left dock and was beginning it's journey. Had she been
one to look at clocks the delay would have irritated then angered
her. She found the operator of this vessel less than congenial and
his lack of punctuality would only have lowered her opinion another
notch. Fortunately the press of business kept her occupied unitl
the reassuring vibration alerted her to the journey's start. As
has become her custom, no matter what ship she traveled on, Thyra
left her cabin and made her way to an observation port to view the
receding planetary system. The presence of Omega's Chief of
Security at the same port startled her. She had not had the need
to meet the woman on Omega but Fehrarh had pointed her out on
several occasions.
"Lt. Davenport?" Thyra extended her hand, "Thyra Kyrassian, I
trust this trip is for pleasure? I should think the Federation has
faster means of transporting an officer on urgent business."
Lacey managed a light laugh. "Very much so. Just a short leave to
clear the cobwebs."
"Are you traveling alone?" Fehrarh had spoken highly of the woman,
and Thyra hoped the opportunity for conversation on their long
journey might be in the offing."
"Well. . .
Thyra Kyrassian
Contractor
Well, Bill?
Is Lacey traveling alone?
SD 90330.1000 EST
Scene: the observation lounge
Alyza finished breifing Capt Ruane on the Dergred encounter in the Banglore.
[NRPG: Please insert anything you think is important besides the basic
facts of the mission]
They discussed the situation for a time. The main goal was to get some
information from the Dergred prisioners and then return any who did not
participate in the destruction of Federation property, or property of her
citizens unharmed to the custody of the Dergred goverment. Unless the
prisoners claimed assilum or needed to be retained for Federation trial, it
was up to the Dergred to deal with them. Of course, it was highly likely
that all in this group of rebels had a hand in the destruction of
Federation property.
[NRPG: Insert any discussion desired here]
After the meeting, Lt.Cmdr Alyza had 2 requests: "Captain, before I go, I
would like to make 2 requests. This station does not have any holodecks or
suites, that being the case, The Mall is currently the only form of
recreation. While I require no recreation, that is not so for most of the
station's population. It is, in my experience, essential that they have a
place where they can walk among vegitation and a place where they can
exercise. What other forms of recreation are needed, I do not know. I
would like to request permission to design and build a garden on deck 11,
with the help of Roberts, Ens. Setsuzo Kotsuji (a biologist with knowledge
of small gardens in his birthplace of Japan), PO Alice Golberg (an
interplanetary biologist), and CPO Frex of botany. The crew of the
Banglore is small, and there is sufficient empty space to build such a
garden--3 quarters would be sufficient. A similar garden for the civilian
population could be built on deck 47. A sports facility serving the entire
population of DS 101, with parisees square, and other sports requiring
little space, could be accomidated on the Mall level--deck 15. In
addition, a field for team sports could be accomidated on deck 12, and
could be used on a rotational basis by both Starfleet and civilian
personnel. The sports facilities could be built by a civilian contractor."
Alyza waited for Captain Ruane's reaction.
-----------
NRPG: so, Phil, what do you think?
Live long and prosper \\//
Gretchen A. Haas
**SD: 90330.1930**
**Scene: Console Room**
>Alyza waited for Captain Ruane's reaction.
>
"Seems a good idea, I don't think any such things are required aboard
the BANGALORE however." Graeme smiled.
"For now, however, I think we had best concentrate on our prisoners
and getting Mr.Ip'Sc Carbo back. I'd like to call a meeting for 1200
hours." Graeme finished.
"I'll have the staff assemble in the observation lounge in 20
minutes." Alyza said having checked the current time.
"Thank you commander." He tapped his comm badge.
"Ensign McLeary."
[Here Captain.]
"Ensign, I would like you to cram as much information on the Dergrad
as possible based on the little information we have at hand."
[I'll see what I can do. How long are you giving me?]
"Twenty minutes. Ruane out."
**Scene: Observation Lounge, 20 Minutes Later**
Graeme sat at the head of the table as the last crewmember arrived.
All of the senior staff sat at the table, Alyza, Harrison, Roberts,
Radjan, Kirk, Evans and the newest of them; McLeary. This was the
largest gathering of the senior staff since the Federation had taken
control of DS 101 about 4 months ago(RP time:).
"Good day people." Graeme said as everybody quietened down.
"I think you know why you are gathered here. A civilian, Mr Ip'Sc
Carbo has been taken hostage by the Dergrad Rebels, this is the message
as sent to me." He tapped a button and infront of each officer appeared
the note from the Dergrad;
<<<<<<<<<< INCOMING TRANSMISSION >>>>>>>>>>>
From: Ip'sc Carbo
To: Capt. Graeme Ruane
Subj: I am a hostage
Capt. Ruane,
We are holding your employee, Ip'sc, hostage. This is to ensure that
our demands are met.
We are aware of the recent attack on you by the Vurtedions. This should
prove to you that our holy war against the demons is just. All we ask
is that you and Starfleet recognize our position and support us against
our enemies. We do not require your help in our holy war, just your
cooperation to not interfere in our business.
If you agree, Ip'sc will be returned to you unharmed. If you, Starfleet
and the Federation continue to obstruct our holy efforts, he will die,
horribly. Many more will follow. The choice is yours. But you must
act quickly.
<<<<<<< END OF TRANSMISSION >>>>>>>>
"Ensign McLeary, what have you been able to find out from our
records?" Ruane turned to look at him, as did the rest of the staff.
"Well sir, using the information provided by both the Vurtedion and
Dergrad at first contact, coupled with information in the old computer
core I've discovered that within Dergrad society there is an almost
'cult' like religious cast. They believe the Vurtedion to be a menace
sent to destroy there culture."
"Thus the Holy War they refer to?" Roberts said.
"Yes. The Vurtedion are a demon sent by 'Juhanu' apparently. The
worrying thing is that their has recently been a rise in the followers
of this religion; Vurtedion intelligence believe members include senior
military officials."
"That would explain how they got the firepower and equipment we
encountered." Harrison interupted. Graeme nodded.
"Members of the religion are identified by a series of secret
codewords or actions. Like, but a little more subtle, than those used
by the Masons of 20th Century Earth." McLeary finished.
"The Dergrad I have talked to in the brig seem highly devoted and
unashamed of what they are doing. They believe they are right and their
Government is wrong." Kirk said.
"That would fit with historical information of cult religions in the
past of many civilisations. I would suspect they would stop at nothing
to see the Vurtedion destroyed." McLeary responded. Graeme frowned.
"We have a problem then. There can be no doubt that the message is
*not* a bluff, there is also no way we can bow to their demands. We
need another option; any suggestions?" Graeme waited for the response.
Submitted by Phil Long
Capt.Graeme Philip Ruane
Commanding Officer
Deep Space 101, Amgine Sector
Cocoon Fleet
<**NRPG**>
All: I know I'm assuming alot with the information we have, but I feel
it somewhat important to the story. Please get posting those
suggestions.
-Cheers, Pinky.
Stardate:90330-1715
Scene: Observation Lounge
Meeting of DS101 command
Mick couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had
been on station only a few days and found himself
in the midtst of, what he assumed, was the entire
command of DS101. Not only was he here but he
was being asked to participate, give suggestions,
relay information.
Information! What information? Information on the
Dergrad slim at best. He had check all the sources
available in the 20 minutes he was allowed to check
things out. He gave them what he knew but something
else was tugging at his mind.
"Sir". He almost choked on his own saliva. He was not
at ease at all. To be speaking up in this exaulted meeting
was more than he had imagined it would be for his first
assignment. But he had to say what he felt.
There was the sound of many talking at the same time.
Each to each others contimplating what to do next.
"Sir" he said more forcefully.
"Yes Ensign" drawled Commander Ruane
"Well, sir, the one thing I have learned in the short time
I have had to study the Dergrad is that one man", he
caught himself, "er, being rules the roost."
"Yes, so?" Ruane questioned.
"The Degrad races is a dictatorship. Run by some
Emporer. So, it would seem to me that the first
question I would be asking is - is this message
realy coming from the head honcho or is there
something else afoot. I am not very familiar with the
situation around here and surly know even less about
the Vurtedions, but if someone were trying to wipe out my
race, I might look for a little help. If I perceived that the
Federation was going to remain neutral, how would I bring
them in on the situation."
"Interesting point of view Ensign. Anyone else?"
Mick sat back. That was it. He had better watch and learn
for now. This was a high powered group and he was
a very small part of the team. But part of the team he
was.
As they talked, he took a look at the observation lounge.
As with the command bridge of DS101 he noticed the same
octagonal structure in the room. Two of the cubicals '
supported windows looking out to space. The nebula was
visable to the right and part of the station to the left with a
starship named the USS Curie. Two more cubicals housed doors, one
of which was the entry and exit to the main corador. The fifth
supported a major computer station and large screen now
showing the Dergrad message. The remaining cubicals were
barron.
Mick's first orders were to learn about who or what built
this station. This fetish with the number 8 may very well
tell the tail.
He watched and listened.
Submitted.
Ensign Michael McLeary
Chuck Stotz
NRPG
Phill, I just returned from holiday and found all these messages.
I whiped this one off quickly and did not have time to check
it's spelling. Please forgive. Is this what you had in mind?
I will start with my study of the station in the next few days and
I plan to utilize actual and non role playing staff to help me.
I am going where no man or RPG player has gone before.
Yours - Chuck Stotz
SD 90331.1236 EST
**Scene: Console Room**
>>Alyza waited for Captain Ruane's reaction.
>>
>
> "Seems a good idea, I don't think any such things are required aboard
>the BANGALORE however." Graeme smiled.
>
"Of course, Captain", said Alyza with a slight recline to her head, "I was
refering only to the station."
Ruane nodded, acknowledging that he had undertood that.
[NRPG: call for meeting and most of the meeting in the Observation lounge
deleted for brevity]
>**Scene: Observation Lounge, 20 Minutes Later**
[...]
> "That would fit with historical information of cult religions in the
>past of many civilisations. I would suspect they would stop at nothing
>to see the Vurtedion destroyed." McLeary responded. Graeme frowned.
>
> "We have a problem then. There can be no doubt that the message is
>*not* a bluff, there is also no way we can bow to their demands. We
>need another option; any suggestions?" Graeme waited for the response.
"Captain, has the origin of this transmittion been traced?" asked Alyza
"We have not yet had a chance to attempt more than a preliminary trace of
this message. It came from somewhere in Dergred space, but not from thier
homeworld. The exact location is as yet unknown." replied Captain Ruane to
Alyza. To Roberts he said "I want you to do a thoughough anaysis of this
message, do everything you can to pinpoint were the rebel Dergred's are
holding Ip'sc"
[NRPG: didn't Rob say something earlier about some number of Dergred ships
who had been on the station recently? If so, I would recommend trying to
contact all of them by subspace...it might yield valuable information, such
as each suspect ship's where abouts.]
"I will continue to question the prisoners, it may be that they have a base
of operations or that they know where Ip'sc might be. It possible that he
is even being held on one of their ships." said Kirk.
"Good, we have a starting point. Keep me posted on your progress and any
information. It is imparitive that we all know what each other has learned,
so we can have a better chance of finding this civilian." said Ruane. "Is
there anything else anyone can think of that might be useful?"
Live long and prosper \\//
Gretchen A. Haas
NRPG: I am altering the original, inserting corrections without deleting
any of the original text.
RPG:
At 04:08 AM 3/31/97 GMT, Chuck Stotz wrote:
>Stardate:90331-0800
>Scene: Deck 3 - Officer Mess
>ds101@protv.ro
>
>The mess hall was crowded with officers beginning or
>finishing their breakfast. The room was fairly large, in
>fact much to large for the small contingency of
>Federation personnel who were assigned to DS101. Mick
>had seen the personnel roster. Possibly no more than
>100 or such actually assigned to the station. The
>Bangalore's crew might exceed two or three hundred and
>now the Curie. So maybe 700 plus assorted civilians from
>10 or 15 races. This station would hold more than 100,000.
>The few decks he had seen were only partially reconstructed.
> Many areas were blocked off and marked for later exploration
>and possible refitting.
When Mick, got to his station, he looked up the specs for the
station on the computer. He relized that he had been mistaken about
the numbers both on the DS 101 and on the ships. The computer displayed
the following for DS 101:
COMPLEMENT
Total Standard : 330
Officers : 30
Crew : 300
Passengers : 15,000
max life support : 30,000
So, perhaps the reson the mess seemed so empty was that the current crises
had crew and officers eating at their stations, working extra hours. Though
the station could hold 100,000 if the rooms were all made into two story
rooms and people did not mind a bit of crowding and the turning of the Mall
level into quarters, the life support of the station clearly could not
handle that many people. The civilian population was now over 3000 and
growing...it would not be long until the 15,000 limit was reached if the
current rate of growth continuted.
As for the Banglore, Mick had not realized that it was a Samurai class
vessel, and so had way over estimated the crew of that small ship.
"How am I supposed to know it is a Samurai, ship does not even fit the
normal naming conventions!" cursed Mick "Only 89 total crew and more than
1/2 of the 12 officers of the Banglore come from the station personnel. And
a Feynmen class vessel such as the Curie would not house their personnel
aboard the station, but only visit it for recreation, resupply, and the
like. I must have been asleep..."
>
>There was the constant use of the number 8 in all construction.
> All the areas he had seen were octagonal. Even the mess hall.
> No matter small or large, all octagonal.
And then he walked around the station a bit more, and discovered that the
octagonal patter was confined to the counsole room level, the officers mess
hall, the turbo lifts, and a few other public areas. Most of the station
was not octagonal.
> That morning he would
>go down to decks 8 and 9 where the alien computer corps was
>located. He would need some help to get around the station,
>someone who know their way. Maybe Security Officer Benson.
> Yes, he had served with his brother Carlton and would make a
>fine guide as well as someone to talk with. He made a mental
>note to ask Ensign Kirk to assign Benson to him for a period.
>
>Kirk - he wondered, any relation to the James Kirk of lore and
>history. He would have to meet this Kirk. History being Mick's
> avocation, a conversation with Kirk might prove interesting
>and informative.
>
>Finishing breakfast he returned to his quarters, sat at the
>console and composed a message to Lt. Cmdr. Alyza.
>
>"Computer", he opened.
>
>The double beep alerted him that the computer was ready
> to receive the request.
>
>"To: Lt. Cmdr. Alyza
> FO/CSciO - DS101
> From: Ensign Michael Scott McLeary
> Archaeological Specialist Officer
> Subject: Station Scientific History
>
> Commander:
>
>I have been assigned by Commander Ruane to familiarize
> yourself with DS101 especially in regards to its architecture
>and archaeological significance. I assume that since you
>are the Chief Science Officer I should report to you any
>observations and findings. First, may I request any
>information you might have on the station other than what
>can be found in the personal and Federation logs and records
>I have already reviewed including Commander Ruane's
>original logs on the founding of this station and the station
>specs. I would also like to note that, with the exception of the
>exterior of DS101, each room I have visited is in the shape of
>an octagon. The bridge, the observation lounge where our
>meeting was yesterday, the mess hall, and even my quarters.
> Do you feel that there is any significance to this?
>
>I plan to study the alien computer corps and will report to
>you if I find anything of importance.
>
Mick soon got a reply from Alyza notifying him that he was to indeed report
to her, and she would send Barak, who was a computer expert, to assist hin
on learning more about the computer core, a project she herself was curious
about. She simply had not had time to pursue it yet. The messege said she
would get back to him when Ip'sc had been found, and until then, she
requested that Ens. McLeary get as much information as he could on the
Dergred cult, and settle himself in his quarters on deck 4.
[NRPG: Chuck, you can assume that your quarters is the standard 2 room
apartment, with Federation replicator, computer, small 2 person dinning
table, 1 single bed, 1 two seat couch, "coffee" table, sonic
shower/bathroom area added by starfleet. The ceilings are high, high
enough that you could make the appartment into two floors, if only you had
Captain Ruane's permission and enough money to hire one of the civilian
carpenters on board the station]
>Respectfully Submitted:
>Esn. M. McLeary
>ASO"
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