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==<font color=goldenrod> Fleet Update </font>== <strong><font color=goldenrod> USS Boudicca</font></strong> {| class="toc colour" style="margin: 0 0 1em 1em;" align="right" ! style="background:goldenrod" align="center" |<font color=maroon>'''USS Boudicca'''</font><br><font color=maroon>NCC-924650</font>[[File:Boudicca1.jpg|center|250px|The USS Boudicca NCC–49901]] |} (USS Boudicca - Ready Room - Captain Durand - 1021) Alan had relocated to his ready room after the Boudicca docked. He was going over duty rosters and reviewing departmental reports so he wouldn’t have to do them later. Something he had, however, been putting off came to mind as he waited for Caskie to arrive. “Captain’s log, stardate 2413.12.30. We have arrived, finally, at Starbase 989, after completing a ‘scientific patrol’ assignment. The crew performed admirably, certainly no less well than I would have expected. I’ve come to learn that Dorga ‘cha Nooras, and Susan Rivers before her, have left me with a well drilled, high spirited, and professional crew. The engineering, medical, tactical, and operations staffs are all keeping the Boudicca and her company in good shape. Our science department is woefully understaffed at the moment, but I’m hoping that we will get some fresh faces there soon. Our rescue and recovery operations on Jahdara III were successful, in that we mitigated the situation as best we could. The loss of life was staggering, but there was nothing we could have hoped to do differently given our response time after the fact. The crew is, I believe, looking forward to some well deserved shore leave. I may even venture forth myself. End log entry. Durand, Alan G., Commanding Officer.” <sup> :Russ :Captain Alan Durand : CO, USS Boudicca </sup> ---- <strong><font color=goldenrod> USS Hades</font></strong> {| class="toc colour" style="margin: 0 0 1em 1em;" align="right" ! style="background:goldenrod" align="center" |<font color=maroon>'''USS Hades'''</font><br><font color=maroon>NCC-924650</font>[[File:Prometheus3.jpg|center|250px|The USS Hades NX-60637]] |} (USS Hades- Deck 2, FO's Office -Lt Jericho Haynes -2215) After leaving the Astrometrics lab and his meeting with Dr. Bracken, Jack had stopped in his office to try and gather his thoughts. Things were taking a decided turn for the worse and everything seemed to be going by in a whirl, this necessitated him forcibly taking some time to think things through. The search of the Onyx for clues had been largely fruitless except for a couple of data chips that may or may not hold important information, the captain had assigned the task of sifting through that information to a friend of his in the science department, Harry Doorman. If anyone was qualified for that duty it was Harry, the man was gifted with an extremely brilliant and agile mind. Jack had used that opportunity to give Dr. Bracken some down time, she had earned it after the way events had unfolded on the other ship. That triggered the memory of the firefight on the bridge of the Onyx, Colonel Drizzt had ordered the marines to converge there ostensibly to protect himself, but from what? Phantasms of the mind? Spooks? Some telepathic sending or demons from their id? The marines had gone berserk and he, Col. Drizzt and Dr. Bracken had been forced to defend themselves from their own people. ~A frakk of unimaginable proportions.~ But that was only the beginning of sorrows: Shortly after their return to the ship the Hades had lost power as well, the antimatter for the warp engines had had to be jettisoned and the impulse reactors had gone down as well. They were now operating on backup power alone which would last only a little under forty seven hours under emergency procedures after which time they would be drifting dead in space like the Onyx. Is this how events had transpired on that ship? Were they doomed to fruitlessly repeat the steps that crew had taken leading to their disappearance? It had to be this section of space! The tachyon field must hold some clue! But what had caused it? If they were to have any hope of getting out of here they had to know! Jack slammed a balled fist onto the desk as he cursed. "Damn it!" Getting to his feet he turned and walked to the porthole and looked out into space as he simmered. Here on the port side there was no view of the dead ship. "I warned you that you had come to hell Jack." He whirled at the sound of the familiar voice, his hands coming up in defense. His felt as though the breath had been driven from his body at the sight of his dead wife standing before him. "Shilae." "You should never have come Jack." The tender look he had known had been replaced by one of sorrow. "You will all die here. Come to me my love." What happened next was predictable, she began to burn. Flames seemed to fill the office and he fell to his knees in the extremity of terror and agony. It was happening all over again! "No!" He gave a mighty shout and surged back to his feet and faced the apparition, his face a mask of rage. "Who are you? What are you? You're not real!" His throat was already hoarse from the cries at the top of his voice as he faced the immolating figure. He could see the flames, could feel them as he forced himself to move toward it. When he was two steps from it, his very uniform beginning to smolder it vanished. He stood there panting as his hands dropped to his sides, drawing in oxygen with strangled gasps. Lifting up his hands before his face he could see that they were bright red though not burned. Not yet. But if it had continued? ~What if it gets worse? Is his how the Onyx crew disappeared?~ His reverie was interrupted as his combadge signal actuated, after a brief exchange he left his office for Ensign Dolphine's quarters, they had to find the answers... and they had to find them fast! <sup> :Charles Gatling :Lt. Jericho Haynes :FO, USS Hades </sup> ---- <strong><font color=goldenrod> USS Mithrandir</font></strong> {| class="toc colour" style="margin: 0 0 1em 1em;" align="right" ! style="background:goldenrod" align="center" |<font color=maroon>'''USS Mithrandir'''</font><br><font color=maroon>NCC-924650</font>[[File:NovaClass2.jpg|center|250px|The USS Mithrandir NCC–77752-A]] |} (USS Mithrandir - Deck One, Ready Room - CO Capt Olorin Okita - 0700) Olorin sat at his desk reviewing the latest report he was sending in to Starfleet Command. After less than one day at the Pestis Colony, the medicine that they had brought with them had been used up and the special industrial replicator that they had been given was being set up to produce more. The ship was mostly empty as most of the medical, science, and security departments were down on the planet at the mobile hospital that had been set up. The planet the colony was on was mostly a water planet with scattered island continents and many islands throughout. Mostly uninhabited, the planet offered great opportunities for aquatic studies. At the moment the colony had been struck by some powerful disease that had taken nearly 200 of its members away. Another 500 - 600 colonists were also struck by the disease. The sum total of the afflicted represented nearly 15 percent of the colony's total population. While the Mithrandir was a small ship, it had held the bulk of the available supplies of the medicine. The replicator that had been sent was a classified piece of equipment that was designed for these types of missions. A Hospital ship was to arrive within the week with more medicine. The Mithrandir had simply been closer and at the rate the disease was taking its toll, it had been felt that some kind of response was better than to wait for a better equipped vessel. Olorin looked out his window at the planet below and was glad to hear how well the distribution of the medicine was going. Hopefully the replicator would come online in the next few hours and the hundreds of sick would be feeling better by the time reinforcements arrived. Tapping in a few last comments, he then sent it off. Rising from the floor, Olorin headed for the bridge. (Reply Any) <sup> :Kaweo Kanoho :Capt Olorin Okita : CO,USS Mithrandir </sup> ---- <strong><font color=goldenrod> USS Rosenante</font></strong> {| class="toc colour" style="margin: 0 0 1em 1em;" align="right" ! style="background:goldenrod" align="center" |<font color=maroon>'''USS Rosenante'''</font><br><font color=maroon>NCC-924650</font>[[Image:Rosenante-Alt-2up.jpg|center|250px|The USS Rosenanté NCC–924650]] |} (USS Rosenante, Captain's Quarters, CO, Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid, Day 4, 2300) Ahmed settled into his favorite leather chair and let out a long labored breath that seemed to carry with it all the stress and strain of the last few days. The murder of Captain Taylor had been solved, the murderer arrested and his holographic assassination program decompiled. At least the worst of it was now over. He had lifted the ban on the station-wide lockdown, and already the over-due freighters and cargo carriers were heading out of the system in the hopes of trying to salvage their shipments and get to their destinations on time. The martial Arts tournament had been suspended because of graft and the judges confined to quarters until it could be decided if there was ample evidence to bring them up on charges. It seemed more likely that they would lose their status rather than face criminal proceedings, but that was not for him to decide. He closed his eyes and tried to relax the muscles in his forehead, which of course, had just the opposite the desired effect. He slowed his breathing a little and allowed the tension to drain away a little before he focused his thoughts back to the situation on the Starbase. The level under Captain Taylor had been unlike anything that he had ever imagined. He had sent a special request to the Judge Advocate's Office for a special investigator to get to the bottom of the situation. He had been told that they would be dispatching no less than a team of investigators. At the very least, Ahmed thought that he would at least be able to allow his crew the long overdue shore leave that they had been denied as a result of the murder investigation. That one thought seemed to make everything alright, and Ahmed was smiling before too long. (reply none) <sup> :Daniel Greene :Captain Ahmed Ibn Salid :CO, USS Rosenante </sup> ---- <strong><font color=goldenrod> USS Spectre</font></strong> {| class="toc colour" style="margin: 0 0 1em 1em;" align="right" ! style="background:goldenrod" align="center" |<font color=maroon>'''USS Spectre'''</font><br><font color=maroon>NCC-924650</font>[[File:USS Spectre.jpg|center|250px|The USS Spectre NCC–8741]] |} After a two month refit and update of all key systems, the USS Spectre is now ready to disembark Starbase 24 for the Falconer system. Her destination is the water world Vedea IV, home to an interesting species of peaceful cultivationalists who grow, and harvest a very special algae from their seabeds. However, it would seem that over the years this algae's usefulness has been marred by the realisation that it contains a narcotic agent that is prized by certain 'pirate' types that roam the Falconer system. The Spectre's mission is therefore to escort the freight and intercede if necessary. However, all is not what it appears to be.... <sup> :Alan Reading :Captain T'Vhor : CO, USS Spectre </sup>
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