STAR TREK: Project Naissance
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hellsgate
Commodore
Re: Naissance CASTING call
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Robert Scorpio: Nope, my actual given name in real life is Jason Kim Scott Hauck. I've always liked Chris O'Donnell since "Batman + Robin" & "The Bachelor". I think Brad Pitt is okay as an actor but he's not a 'favorite' of mine. Christian Slater is my favorite actor since 1990's "Pump Up The Volume" with Samantha Mathis.
My real life picture can be found @ this website.
http://www.geocities.com/trekfan1975/
My favorite movie:
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance; Journeys
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"Journeys"
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Leaning back in the plush command chair in the center of the Sovereign class starship U.S.S. Ark, Thomas Riker let his gaze wander over his bridge crew. Bak’ooth, who Thomas had named his First Officer, looked out of place among the Starfleet officers. The Nausiciaan’s brown leather tunic and pants contrasted with the bright colors of red, yellow, and blue of the rest of the bridge crew. Thomas struggled to hide a smile as the operations officer flinched involuntarily as Bak’ooth walked near him. The helmsman on the other hand, completely ignored the over two meter alien. Riker couldn’t hide his smile at the story Bak’ooth had told him of the young Ltjg. named Jason Hauck. Not many Starfleet officers, let alone one so young, would stand up to a Klingon without prior experience with the species.
Sitting to his immediate left, in the chair used for the second officer, sat Lal. The android had asked to take on the responsibilities of the ship’s counselor. Her expertise in social relations and psychology made her a good candidate for the position. Riker had also thought that her training would be useful in any first contact missions as well as smoothing relations with known species. In essence, she was the ship’s diplomat.
Standing rigidly behind Lal at the science station was the Romulan Sub-Commander Kovoral. The Romulan was part of an understanding with the Romulan Senate and Starfleet. Thomas didn’t like it, despite the fact that relations with the Romulan Empire and the Federation had warmed over the fifteen years since the end of the Dominion War. Regardless of his personal feelings though, Riker had to admit that, outwardly at least, Kovoral made every attempt to be cordial and accommodating of the crew and the non-Romulan thought process. Kovoral had also been assigned by Admiral Janeway to be the head of the science department. All the scientists on the ship would be reporting to the Sub-Commander. This meant that Thomas wouldn’t let his personal feelings interfere with his duties, as the Romulan was his liaison with the science team.
"Sensors show we are ten minutes from Romulan space Captain.”
Thomas brought himself back the mission at hand. “Roger that Ops. Helm, drop us out of warp while we are point five light-year from the border and take us the rest of the way on impulse. Let’s give them plenty of warning that we’re here.”
Looking to Kovoral Riker continued, “Any thoughts Sub-Commander? Did they tell you who would be our escort?”
In a clipped voice the Romulan responded, “No Captain. I do know that the Tal Shiar intended to send an escort to take us to the Eta Crucix System. They are to observe our procedures and ensure that we abide by the terms of the treaties.”
A grunt came from Bak’ooth’s direction. The Kovoral shot him a quick glance.
Nodding in acknowledgement Riker turned back to the readouts in the screen attached to the arm of his command chair. Even though it was Bak’ooth’s job to do the paperwork that kept the ship running day to day, Riker liked to pick a random area to check on at least once a week. Today it was the duty roster for the coming week’s rotation. Looking through it and comparing it to last week’s roster, he noted the names and approved the new roster while waiting for the ship to revert to sub-space.
“Dropping out of warp Captain, we are one point five light years from the Romulan Neutral Zone. Long range sensors indicate two Warbirds transiting on an intercept course along our current vector. We will rendezvous with them in approximately twenty minutes at full impulse, approximately two hundred thousand kilometers inside the Neutral Zone.”
Riker replied, “Very good Ensign. Maintain course. Full impulse.”
The mission had begun.
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"Journeys"
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Leaning back in the plush command chair in the center of the Sovereign class starship U.S.S. Ark, Thomas Riker let his gaze wander over his bridge crew. Bak’ooth, who Thomas had named his First Officer, looked out of place among the Starfleet officers. The Nausiciaan’s brown leather tunic and pants contrasted with the bright colors of red, yellow, and blue of the rest of the bridge crew. Thomas struggled to hide a smile as the operations officer flinched involuntarily as Bak’ooth walked near him. The helmsman on the other hand, completely ignored the over two meter alien. Riker couldn’t hide his smile at the story Bak’ooth had told him of the young Ltjg. named Jason Hauck. Not many Starfleet officers, let alone one so young, would stand up to a Klingon without prior experience with the species.
Sitting to his immediate left, in the chair used for the second officer, sat Lal. The android had asked to take on the responsibilities of the ship’s counselor. Her expertise in social relations and psychology made her a good candidate for the position. Riker had also thought that her training would be useful in any first contact missions as well as smoothing relations with known species. In essence, she was the ship’s diplomat.
Standing rigidly behind Lal at the science station was the Romulan Sub-Commander Kovoral. The Romulan was part of an understanding with the Romulan Senate and Starfleet. Thomas didn’t like it, despite the fact that relations with the Romulan Empire and the Federation had warmed over the fifteen years since the end of the Dominion War. Regardless of his personal feelings though, Riker had to admit that, outwardly at least, Kovoral made every attempt to be cordial and accommodating of the crew and the non-Romulan thought process. Kovoral had also been assigned by Admiral Janeway to be the head of the science department. All the scientists on the ship would be reporting to the Sub-Commander. This meant that Thomas wouldn’t let his personal feelings interfere with his duties, as the Romulan was his liaison with the science team.
"Sensors show we are ten minutes from Romulan space Captain.”
Thomas brought himself back the mission at hand. “Roger that Ops. Helm, drop us out of warp while we are point five light-year from the border and take us the rest of the way on impulse. Let’s give them plenty of warning that we’re here.”
Looking to Kovoral Riker continued, “Any thoughts Sub-Commander? Did they tell you who would be our escort?”
In a clipped voice the Romulan responded, “No Captain. I do know that the Tal Shiar intended to send an escort to take us to the Eta Crucix System. They are to observe our procedures and ensure that we abide by the terms of the treaties.”
A grunt came from Bak’ooth’s direction. The Kovoral shot him a quick glance.
Nodding in acknowledgement Riker turned back to the readouts in the screen attached to the arm of his command chair. Even though it was Bak’ooth’s job to do the paperwork that kept the ship running day to day, Riker liked to pick a random area to check on at least once a week. Today it was the duty roster for the coming week’s rotation. Looking through it and comparing it to last week’s roster, he noted the names and approved the new roster while waiting for the ship to revert to sub-space.
“Dropping out of warp Captain, we are one point five light years from the Romulan Neutral Zone. Long range sensors indicate two Warbirds transiting on an intercept course along our current vector. We will rendezvous with them in approximately twenty minutes at full impulse, approximately two hundred thousand kilometers inside the Neutral Zone.”
Riker replied, “Very good Ensign. Maintain course. Full impulse.”
The mission had begun.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: Naissance; Journeys
Yes, Finaly indeed. I like the inter-action we are putting into the story. Bak'ooth (our Nausicaan first officer) is an interesting character. He doesn't like Romulans
Yes, Finaly indeed. I like the inter-action we are putting into the story. Bak'ooth (our Nausicaan first officer) is an interesting character. He doesn't like Romulans
Naissance; The Sphere and the Romulans
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"The Sphere and the Romulans"
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Naissance
Jovath stood along the back wall of the bridge of the U.S.S. Seattle along side Admiral Janeway. They watched on the view screen as the Dysonsphere grew larger and larger. Jovath was entranced by the efficiency of the crew as the captain, a blue-skinned Benzite named O’nasa calmly directed his crew. Janeway also noticed the captain and his effect on his crew. She made a mental note to put an annotation in O’nasa’s service record citing his obvious abilities.
The crew of the Seattle had never seen a Dyson-sphere, let alone been inside one. As the Seattle approached the Dysonsphere, a large hatchway opened in the side of the sphere. The ship went through the hatch and the bridge let out a collective gasp at the sight before them. When the initial survey crew had discovered the sphere they had estimated that the surface area was approximately ten times the surface area of Jupiter. Because of the immense size the crew could barely see the walls begin to curve up.
All along the walls could be seen land masses and oceans. The technology required to build such a construct and make it so thick as to support the existence of oceans as well as such large land masses held the people seeing it for the first time in awe.
At the center of the sphere, glowing a bright orange, sat the star that the sphere had been built around. Sensor readings had identified that the sun was similar to the one that Earth orbited. Consisting mainly of hydrogen, the star, about the size of earth’s moon, was extremely young. Some Federation scientists postulated that the star was somehow artificially created because its energy output was almost five times more than the size could account for. Other scientists stated that the beings that created the dysonsphere would have been able to predict the formation of the star from nebulae and began construction of the sphere before the star was born. Thus the size was limited but the output could theoretically be much higher than its size could account for.
Janeway didn’t care how or why the size of the star emitted such energy. She was glad that the sphere had been found and that all Federation technology could find no life in any form within the sphere. It was the perfect place for the rescued species that Captain Riker and the Ark would be bringing her.
The moon-sized star emitted large amounts of radiation. The shielding that protected the land masses and oceans from the harmful rays was visible as a darkly shimmering layer between the ship and the land masses. The shields were there when the Federation first found the sphere and they not only provided shielding from the harmful radiation, but also tinted to a nearly opaque black to simulate a night time environment.
In total awe Jovath whispered, “Who built this place?”
Janeway shook her head. “We don’t know. This isn’t the only either. Two others are known to exist. One of those is deep in Tholian space. Are they all connected in someway? No one knows.”
Captain O’Nasa spoke next. “It is amazing technology. To be able to create a star, and then contain it so as to regulate it’s energy and light out put, and then build the sphere around it? An amazing act indeed.”
Jovath picked up where he left off, “Does anyone live down there?”
Janeway smiled. “None of our sensors were able to pick up any life signs. But we can’t duplicate the technology that builds these spheres. Its possible that the aliens that designed and built it can hide from our sensors.”
The entire crew turned to face her; a split second after her words.
She understood their worry. “A poor choice of words, I’m sorry. The surface of the sphere’s wall has been analyzed thoroughly for ten years. I know it sounds amazing, but no indegiounous life was found on the planet. None at all.”
O’Nasa looked back to the screen. “It’s almost as if these spheres were built and have been waiting to be found.”
“By whom?” Jovath’s words did not find a response.
Aboard the Sovereign Class Star Ship, Riker watched as two D’eridex class Warbirds flanked the U.S.S Ark. The mostly Starfleet bridge crew all sat in silence as the two Romulan ships led them through Romulan territory. Riker looked over to Bak’ooth who was standing behind Ltjg Hauck’s helm station. The young Ltjg matched the course changes the Romulans made with out batting an eye. It appeared to Riker that Bak’ooth was impressed with the young officer’s ability to match the Romulans stride for stride. Bak’ooth looked back to Riker and nodded ever so slightly.
Sub-Commander Kovoral, was sitting in the seat directly to Riker’s right hand. The chair normally reserved for the first officer. So far Bak’ooth hadn’t said anything but every time he glanced back, Thomas could see the Nausiciaan stiffen. Riker suppressed a sigh. He had debated the wisdom of bringing the Romulan on board but hadn’t wanted to cross swords with Janeway over it at the time. The politics involved went deep. The trouble was that Kovoral saw himself as First Officer. His military rank certainly qualified him for the position, but as far as the duty roster went, the Sub-Commander’s role was that of Science Division Department Head.
Somehow it seemed to Riker that the Romulan was doing his best to gain knowledge about how the Ark operated. Logically, didn’t have a problem with the first officer knowing the ins and outs of his assigned vessel. But Kovoral wasn’t the first officer. Yet by his rank…
Kovoral’s voice cut through Riker’s musing as the Romulan snapped in a deep baritone, “Helmsman! You are drifting .03 to port. Correct course immediately!”
Checking the console viewer installed in the command chair, Riker saw the miniscule course discrepancy. He was about to belay the order and commend Hauk for keeping pace with the two vessels despite the lack of information coming from the Romulan vessels when the creak of leather distracted him.
Looking up, Riker saw Bak’ooth’s hands balling into fists. The leather of the Nausiciaan’s uniform creaked as the large alien squared his shoulders and slowly lifted his head. Bak’ooth turned around and Thomas shook his head ever so slightly as the two friends locked eyes. To his credit, Bak’ooth continued his movements and turned the fighting stance he was about to assume into a stretch.
Sitting in the first officer’s chair, Kovoral leaned back and settled deeper into the seat. He brought his hands together, fingertips steepled with the index finger tapping his chin. A small smile spread across his face at the unspoken exchange between Riker and the Nausiciaan.
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"The Sphere and the Romulans"
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Naissance
Jovath stood along the back wall of the bridge of the U.S.S. Seattle along side Admiral Janeway. They watched on the view screen as the Dysonsphere grew larger and larger. Jovath was entranced by the efficiency of the crew as the captain, a blue-skinned Benzite named O’nasa calmly directed his crew. Janeway also noticed the captain and his effect on his crew. She made a mental note to put an annotation in O’nasa’s service record citing his obvious abilities.
The crew of the Seattle had never seen a Dyson-sphere, let alone been inside one. As the Seattle approached the Dysonsphere, a large hatchway opened in the side of the sphere. The ship went through the hatch and the bridge let out a collective gasp at the sight before them. When the initial survey crew had discovered the sphere they had estimated that the surface area was approximately ten times the surface area of Jupiter. Because of the immense size the crew could barely see the walls begin to curve up.
All along the walls could be seen land masses and oceans. The technology required to build such a construct and make it so thick as to support the existence of oceans as well as such large land masses held the people seeing it for the first time in awe.
At the center of the sphere, glowing a bright orange, sat the star that the sphere had been built around. Sensor readings had identified that the sun was similar to the one that Earth orbited. Consisting mainly of hydrogen, the star, about the size of earth’s moon, was extremely young. Some Federation scientists postulated that the star was somehow artificially created because its energy output was almost five times more than the size could account for. Other scientists stated that the beings that created the dysonsphere would have been able to predict the formation of the star from nebulae and began construction of the sphere before the star was born. Thus the size was limited but the output could theoretically be much higher than its size could account for.
Janeway didn’t care how or why the size of the star emitted such energy. She was glad that the sphere had been found and that all Federation technology could find no life in any form within the sphere. It was the perfect place for the rescued species that Captain Riker and the Ark would be bringing her.
The moon-sized star emitted large amounts of radiation. The shielding that protected the land masses and oceans from the harmful rays was visible as a darkly shimmering layer between the ship and the land masses. The shields were there when the Federation first found the sphere and they not only provided shielding from the harmful radiation, but also tinted to a nearly opaque black to simulate a night time environment.
In total awe Jovath whispered, “Who built this place?”
Janeway shook her head. “We don’t know. This isn’t the only either. Two others are known to exist. One of those is deep in Tholian space. Are they all connected in someway? No one knows.”
Captain O’Nasa spoke next. “It is amazing technology. To be able to create a star, and then contain it so as to regulate it’s energy and light out put, and then build the sphere around it? An amazing act indeed.”
Jovath picked up where he left off, “Does anyone live down there?”
Janeway smiled. “None of our sensors were able to pick up any life signs. But we can’t duplicate the technology that builds these spheres. Its possible that the aliens that designed and built it can hide from our sensors.”
The entire crew turned to face her; a split second after her words.
She understood their worry. “A poor choice of words, I’m sorry. The surface of the sphere’s wall has been analyzed thoroughly for ten years. I know it sounds amazing, but no indegiounous life was found on the planet. None at all.”
O’Nasa looked back to the screen. “It’s almost as if these spheres were built and have been waiting to be found.”
“By whom?” Jovath’s words did not find a response.
Aboard the Sovereign Class Star Ship, Riker watched as two D’eridex class Warbirds flanked the U.S.S Ark. The mostly Starfleet bridge crew all sat in silence as the two Romulan ships led them through Romulan territory. Riker looked over to Bak’ooth who was standing behind Ltjg Hauck’s helm station. The young Ltjg matched the course changes the Romulans made with out batting an eye. It appeared to Riker that Bak’ooth was impressed with the young officer’s ability to match the Romulans stride for stride. Bak’ooth looked back to Riker and nodded ever so slightly.
Sub-Commander Kovoral, was sitting in the seat directly to Riker’s right hand. The chair normally reserved for the first officer. So far Bak’ooth hadn’t said anything but every time he glanced back, Thomas could see the Nausiciaan stiffen. Riker suppressed a sigh. He had debated the wisdom of bringing the Romulan on board but hadn’t wanted to cross swords with Janeway over it at the time. The politics involved went deep. The trouble was that Kovoral saw himself as First Officer. His military rank certainly qualified him for the position, but as far as the duty roster went, the Sub-Commander’s role was that of Science Division Department Head.
Somehow it seemed to Riker that the Romulan was doing his best to gain knowledge about how the Ark operated. Logically, didn’t have a problem with the first officer knowing the ins and outs of his assigned vessel. But Kovoral wasn’t the first officer. Yet by his rank…
Kovoral’s voice cut through Riker’s musing as the Romulan snapped in a deep baritone, “Helmsman! You are drifting .03 to port. Correct course immediately!”
Checking the console viewer installed in the command chair, Riker saw the miniscule course discrepancy. He was about to belay the order and commend Hauk for keeping pace with the two vessels despite the lack of information coming from the Romulan vessels when the creak of leather distracted him.
Looking up, Riker saw Bak’ooth’s hands balling into fists. The leather of the Nausiciaan’s uniform creaked as the large alien squared his shoulders and slowly lifted his head. Bak’ooth turned around and Thomas shook his head ever so slightly as the two friends locked eyes. To his credit, Bak’ooth continued his movements and turned the fighting stance he was about to assume into a stretch.
Sitting in the first officer’s chair, Kovoral leaned back and settled deeper into the seat. He brought his hands together, fingertips steepled with the index finger tapping his chin. A small smile spread across his face at the unspoken exchange between Riker and the Nausiciaan.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance Q/A
Thanks for walking on egg shells. A few of you have pointed out some continuity issues...so here goes..
1. Yes, we are well aware that Lal 'died' in THE OFFSPRING. But we have found a great way to bring her back which will be revealed later. It's all part of the plot.
2. Some aspects of the story do violate the Prime Directive. We know this and that is the risk this mission is taking. But where there is 'friction' there is drama and I like that.
3. Is Sisko alive in our 'future'? I don't know. I do have the entire DS9 book collection, including the relaunch. But I havent read them yet. Is he alive there?
4. Why not call Niassance a starbase? We agree with that one and will soon.
5. Romulans will not be an ingredient in a 'stew'. Meatloaf? That is a possibility
Thanks for walking on egg shells. A few of you have pointed out some continuity issues...so here goes..
1. Yes, we are well aware that Lal 'died' in THE OFFSPRING. But we have found a great way to bring her back which will be revealed later. It's all part of the plot.
2. Some aspects of the story do violate the Prime Directive. We know this and that is the risk this mission is taking. But where there is 'friction' there is drama and I like that.
3. Is Sisko alive in our 'future'? I don't know. I do have the entire DS9 book collection, including the relaunch. But I havent read them yet. Is he alive there?
4. Why not call Niassance a starbase? We agree with that one and will soon.
5. Romulans will not be an ingredient in a 'stew'. Meatloaf? That is a possibility
hellsgate
Commodore
Re: Naissance Q/A
Yeah, plus my character (Lt. jg Jason Hauck) would like nothing better than to beam over & detonate minor explosive devices (cherry bombs) in the Romulan ships' toilets or quietly ask any damage control officers sent over to help after a battle to creatively crosswire their toilets with their protein re-sequencers (replicators.)
Yeah, plus my character (Lt. jg Jason Hauck) would like nothing better than to beam over & detonate minor explosive devices (cherry bombs) in the Romulan ships' toilets or quietly ask any damage control officers sent over to help after a battle to creatively crosswire their toilets with their protein re-sequencers (replicators.)
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: Naissance Q/A
Jason Hauck is an interesting character. A little addicted to the Holo-pod, but he has his moments!
Jason Hauck is an interesting character. A little addicted to the Holo-pod, but he has his moments!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance; Em-Veks
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"Em-Vek"
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Mike The Don
Spockkid05
Vippy
Harsha Jadhav
The briefing table in the conference room was packed with various science department heads. Riker sat at the head of the table, with Science Liason Kovoral in the chair to his right. Ringed around the rest of the table were the officers beneath Kovoral. One thing Riker noticed right away was how orderly these scientists were. They all reported to Kovoral, and it was clear he had their respect. Even though he was a Romulan officer, the star fleet scientists knew that he was the science mission commander.
At precisely 0800 the room became quiet. Kovoral flicked a switch on the console before him and the main view-screen on the wall came to life.
A large six legged animal, nearly twenty feet long, lumbered across the view screen. A moment later, a second creature nearly as large as the first only a deeper blue, followed the first onto the screen. Captain Thomas Riker thought it resembled a crocodile from Earth, just much longer, and more elegant. The crocodile on Earth and these animals both shared the sight of a rack of teeth that put fear in one’s soul. And they both had the unpleasant pests of flies buzzing about them as well.
Kovoral began the briefing, his deep voice was full of determination, “This is the animal species designated Naissance- A-A-0001…”
Riker cut him off, “Excuse me Kovoral,” Riker said, “Can we give it a more aesthetically pleasing sounding name? This isn’t a Borg ship.” Riker said with a smile, knowing a few others might get the point and chuckle as well. When no one laughed Riker took a quick glance around the table. One look at the faces of the officers and Riker knew why they weren’t laughing. Kovoral had turned all the department heads into Romulans. Oh each officer held their own race intact but their attitudes reflected the Sub-Commander’s. It was plain that no one laughed because they didn’t want to embarrass Kovoral. Despite the friction this may cause in the future, Riker had to admire the efficiency of the Romulan officer.
Kovoral continued. “There are other life forms on the planet that face certain extinction. The Romulan Empire considers death of those unable to defend themselves a natural progression. However,” he turned his gaze to Riker, “the Romulan Praetor agrees, as does the imperial senate, that this species merits further study. Thus, the U.S.S. Ark has been granted permission, and should feel honored, to make this species the first successful animal life form inhabitant of Naissance.”
Kovoral switch his glance to chief Geologist Lt. Emrah.. The Trill scientist spoke matter-of-factly. “The Geology department has spent seventeen hours studying the techtonic shifts of the main continent. This continent is the main habitat of species AA0001. We are forecasting four hours of relatively stability for the away team in approximately two more hours.”
Riker cut in, “Wait, did you say an away team?” He looked back to Kovoral.
The Romulan took over for Emrah. “There seems to be a small but steady subspace residual wave coming from the service of the planet. It could theoretically interfere with ship functions, including the transporters. Shuttlecraft should be able to traverse these waves and complete the mission of bringing two of species, a male and female, aboard the Ark.”
“What is causing these waves?” Riker asked.
Kovoral answered. “We do not have enough data to make a determination.”
Emrah cut in, “The planet will break up in three or four days, sir.” She said to Riker, with a slight hint of worry in her voice. “After the four hours of stability we do not believe there will be another chance to save AA0001.”
Kovoral shot her a glance, and if looks could kill, Riker thought, she’d be dead where she stood. Kovoral looked back to Riker. Riker kept his gaze on Lt. Emrah a moment longer, pleased to see that the Sub-Commander’s zealousness hadn’t pervaded every aspect of the scientist’s lives. They still retained some of their spirit. “Good” Riker thought.
“Have preparations been made in the habitat bay?” Riker asked Kovoral.
The Romulan shifted his glance to another Starfleet officer, chief Animal Science department head, aVulcan male named Slovek. The Vulcan spoke in the usual stoic Vulcan way, “The habitat bay has been configured with plant life based upon earlier Romulan exploration of the planet. This plant life is the main nutrient source for AA0001.”
Riker, upon hearing Slovek’s report, put his head in down into his hands then looked up. “We have to find a better name for this animal species; AA0001 is going to drive me crazy.” He looked to Emrah and then back to Slovek. Finally Riker made a determination. “I am officially calling this thing..”
“There are two of them.” Kovoral reminded Riker.
“Okay,” Riker responded, “both of them then. I am calling them,” he ran his fingers through his goatee, glanced at Emrah and Slovek, and then decided, “I am calling them Em-Veks,” He looked over to Kovoral. “with all due respect to the Romulan Praetor and Senate.”
“Fortunately,” Kovoral replied, “the naming of animal species is not that important to us.” The smirk on his face wasn’t hidden very well.
The meeting continued with other aspects of the mission. It all seemed very cut-and-dry to Riker. The meeting soon adjourned and Riker decided to head to his quarters for a quick rest before heading back to the bridge.
Lt. Emrah had returned to her quarters. Her room was decorated with various interesting rocks and other interesting geology themed items. There were geodes of several varieties. There was even an interesting crystal rock she had found on Bajor, near the fire caves. At that moment the chime on her door chirped.
“Come.” She said said.
The door opened and Commander Kovoral stepped in. He did not look particularly happy.
“Commander. What can I do for you?”
Surveying the various rocks and geodes that were prominently displayed, Kovoral didn’t even make an attempt at disguising the disgust on his face. Bringing his hands together in front of him so that his right hand clasped his left wrist he grabbed Emrah’s gaze and stately flatly, “Let me make something perfectly clear Lieutenant. I am the department head for the whole of the science division. You will not embarrass me by interrupting me at a briefing again. This infraction shall be noted in your record. Am I understood Lieutenant?”
Emrah fairly bristled at the speech. “Permission to speak freely… Sir.”
Kovoral waited a moment before responding. “On a Romulan vessel such a request would never be granted except by those with close personal ties. However, since I am a guest here, I will hear you out.”
Taking a deep breath, Emrah tried to calm herself. “This isn’t a Romulan ship. It’s a Starfleet vessel and you are a guest, as you have made perfectly clear. Aboard Federation vessels, officers are expected, even encouraged, to speak their minds when a mission decision is being made. Its why we have briefings, so we can share ideas. I will be seeing Captain Riker about the report you’ll be filing in my record. Sir.”
“It is very apparent, by the lack of discipline, that this is not a Romulan vessel. The reprimand stands. See your captain if you wish. It makes no difference. You still work for me.”
With that, Kovoral turned on his heel and swept from the room. Emrah did all she could to stop herself from throwing a priceless crystal formation at the door.
Next time;
We visit the surface of Naissance
With Admiral Kate Janeway,
Thomas Riker’s half human/half Bajoran son Jovath
And special guest star Julian Bashir
Be there!!!
Aloha!
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"Em-Vek"
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Mike The Don
Spockkid05
Vippy
Harsha Jadhav
The briefing table in the conference room was packed with various science department heads. Riker sat at the head of the table, with Science Liason Kovoral in the chair to his right. Ringed around the rest of the table were the officers beneath Kovoral. One thing Riker noticed right away was how orderly these scientists were. They all reported to Kovoral, and it was clear he had their respect. Even though he was a Romulan officer, the star fleet scientists knew that he was the science mission commander.
At precisely 0800 the room became quiet. Kovoral flicked a switch on the console before him and the main view-screen on the wall came to life.
A large six legged animal, nearly twenty feet long, lumbered across the view screen. A moment later, a second creature nearly as large as the first only a deeper blue, followed the first onto the screen. Captain Thomas Riker thought it resembled a crocodile from Earth, just much longer, and more elegant. The crocodile on Earth and these animals both shared the sight of a rack of teeth that put fear in one’s soul. And they both had the unpleasant pests of flies buzzing about them as well.
Kovoral began the briefing, his deep voice was full of determination, “This is the animal species designated Naissance- A-A-0001…”
Riker cut him off, “Excuse me Kovoral,” Riker said, “Can we give it a more aesthetically pleasing sounding name? This isn’t a Borg ship.” Riker said with a smile, knowing a few others might get the point and chuckle as well. When no one laughed Riker took a quick glance around the table. One look at the faces of the officers and Riker knew why they weren’t laughing. Kovoral had turned all the department heads into Romulans. Oh each officer held their own race intact but their attitudes reflected the Sub-Commander’s. It was plain that no one laughed because they didn’t want to embarrass Kovoral. Despite the friction this may cause in the future, Riker had to admire the efficiency of the Romulan officer.
Kovoral continued. “There are other life forms on the planet that face certain extinction. The Romulan Empire considers death of those unable to defend themselves a natural progression. However,” he turned his gaze to Riker, “the Romulan Praetor agrees, as does the imperial senate, that this species merits further study. Thus, the U.S.S. Ark has been granted permission, and should feel honored, to make this species the first successful animal life form inhabitant of Naissance.”
Kovoral switch his glance to chief Geologist Lt. Emrah.. The Trill scientist spoke matter-of-factly. “The Geology department has spent seventeen hours studying the techtonic shifts of the main continent. This continent is the main habitat of species AA0001. We are forecasting four hours of relatively stability for the away team in approximately two more hours.”
Riker cut in, “Wait, did you say an away team?” He looked back to Kovoral.
The Romulan took over for Emrah. “There seems to be a small but steady subspace residual wave coming from the service of the planet. It could theoretically interfere with ship functions, including the transporters. Shuttlecraft should be able to traverse these waves and complete the mission of bringing two of species, a male and female, aboard the Ark.”
“What is causing these waves?” Riker asked.
Kovoral answered. “We do not have enough data to make a determination.”
Emrah cut in, “The planet will break up in three or four days, sir.” She said to Riker, with a slight hint of worry in her voice. “After the four hours of stability we do not believe there will be another chance to save AA0001.”
Kovoral shot her a glance, and if looks could kill, Riker thought, she’d be dead where she stood. Kovoral looked back to Riker. Riker kept his gaze on Lt. Emrah a moment longer, pleased to see that the Sub-Commander’s zealousness hadn’t pervaded every aspect of the scientist’s lives. They still retained some of their spirit. “Good” Riker thought.
“Have preparations been made in the habitat bay?” Riker asked Kovoral.
The Romulan shifted his glance to another Starfleet officer, chief Animal Science department head, aVulcan male named Slovek. The Vulcan spoke in the usual stoic Vulcan way, “The habitat bay has been configured with plant life based upon earlier Romulan exploration of the planet. This plant life is the main nutrient source for AA0001.”
Riker, upon hearing Slovek’s report, put his head in down into his hands then looked up. “We have to find a better name for this animal species; AA0001 is going to drive me crazy.” He looked to Emrah and then back to Slovek. Finally Riker made a determination. “I am officially calling this thing..”
“There are two of them.” Kovoral reminded Riker.
“Okay,” Riker responded, “both of them then. I am calling them,” he ran his fingers through his goatee, glanced at Emrah and Slovek, and then decided, “I am calling them Em-Veks,” He looked over to Kovoral. “with all due respect to the Romulan Praetor and Senate.”
“Fortunately,” Kovoral replied, “the naming of animal species is not that important to us.” The smirk on his face wasn’t hidden very well.
The meeting continued with other aspects of the mission. It all seemed very cut-and-dry to Riker. The meeting soon adjourned and Riker decided to head to his quarters for a quick rest before heading back to the bridge.
Lt. Emrah had returned to her quarters. Her room was decorated with various interesting rocks and other interesting geology themed items. There were geodes of several varieties. There was even an interesting crystal rock she had found on Bajor, near the fire caves. At that moment the chime on her door chirped.
“Come.” She said said.
The door opened and Commander Kovoral stepped in. He did not look particularly happy.
“Commander. What can I do for you?”
Surveying the various rocks and geodes that were prominently displayed, Kovoral didn’t even make an attempt at disguising the disgust on his face. Bringing his hands together in front of him so that his right hand clasped his left wrist he grabbed Emrah’s gaze and stately flatly, “Let me make something perfectly clear Lieutenant. I am the department head for the whole of the science division. You will not embarrass me by interrupting me at a briefing again. This infraction shall be noted in your record. Am I understood Lieutenant?”
Emrah fairly bristled at the speech. “Permission to speak freely… Sir.”
Kovoral waited a moment before responding. “On a Romulan vessel such a request would never be granted except by those with close personal ties. However, since I am a guest here, I will hear you out.”
Taking a deep breath, Emrah tried to calm herself. “This isn’t a Romulan ship. It’s a Starfleet vessel and you are a guest, as you have made perfectly clear. Aboard Federation vessels, officers are expected, even encouraged, to speak their minds when a mission decision is being made. Its why we have briefings, so we can share ideas. I will be seeing Captain Riker about the report you’ll be filing in my record. Sir.”
“It is very apparent, by the lack of discipline, that this is not a Romulan vessel. The reprimand stands. See your captain if you wish. It makes no difference. You still work for me.”
With that, Kovoral turned on his heel and swept from the room. Emrah did all she could to stop herself from throwing a priceless crystal formation at the door.
Next time;
We visit the surface of Naissance
With Admiral Kate Janeway,
Thomas Riker’s half human/half Bajoran son Jovath
And special guest star Julian Bashir
Be there!!!
Aloha!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
TRIBBLE CHICKEN STEW
I wonder what Tribbles taste like. I could see KFC serving them with seven different kinds of sauces
I wonder what Tribbles taste like. I could see KFC serving them with seven different kinds of sauces
Re: TRIBBLE CHICKEN STEW
niiiiice...I wasn't sure at first but I like where this is going. The conflicts of the ARK project can be variable and even profound. I think you have a fun ride in store! Let's see more!
re: tribbles-and oh, um, ate one once-tastes like babys. Good with chipotle jalapeno salsa.
niiiiice...I wasn't sure at first but I like where this is going. The conflicts of the ARK project can be variable and even profound. I think you have a fun ride in store! Let's see more!
re: tribbles-and oh, um, ate one once-tastes like babys. Good with chipotle jalapeno salsa.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance; FEB 22 And The Thunder Rolled
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"And The Thunder Rolled"
By Kubwulf and Robert Scorpio
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Micheal Donovan
Harsh Jadhav
Thunder rolled from the hooves of the horses as they sped across the plains. A laugh bubbled up from Jovath. In the four weeks that he had been aboard the Seattle with Admiral Janeway, he had never seen her let down her hair. Now, it streamed behind her in waves of silver and auburn as her horse galloped along next to the man that had been introduced to Jovath less than two hours ago. Julian Bashir had met them at the transporter room and after showing them to their respective quarters, asked to meet him at the entrance to the station that had been constructed on the surface of Naissance.
When the admiral and Jovath arrived at the designated spot, Commander Bashir had been walking up leading three horses. Jovath smiled at the sight, having loved to ride with his father back on Earth. It turned out that the doctor was an avid rider and Naissance allowed him the perfect place to ride. Amidst the unbroken fields and forests, the Dyson-sphere had nothing but gorgeous countryside.
The weather was perfect for riding. The sun wasn’t too bright thanks to the tinting on the radiation screens, and there was a slight breeze. Not that they’d be able to feel the breeze for what it was with the speed they were pushing the horses. The wind in their faces was more than a breeze could account for. Commander Bashir reigned in near something that looked like an ancient baobab tree. Its trunk had to be at least twenty meters in diameter. The branches began sprouting from the trunk at about the forty meter mark and Jovath could see through the branches to know that they continued to sprout from the trunk to make the tree even higher. There was a small pool of water a few meters from the tree and Bashir dismounted not far from it. Leading his horse, the doctor threw the reigns of the horse over the animal’s neck and let it drink.
Sliding off their own horses Jovath and Janeway followed the doctor’s example. Patting her horse’s neck Janeway smiled.
“Julian, I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. Thank you for bringing us to ride with you.”
Stepping away from his dapple grey, Julian Bashir adjusted the blue vest he wore. In a clipped accent he said, “My pleasure Admiral. This place is a wonderful place to ride. The horses love it.” A glimmer crossed his face and Jovath was quick to pick up on it.
“If its such a wonderful place to be Mr. Bashir sir, then why are you sad?”
Janeway couldn’t help but smile and chuckle and commander Bashir smiled widely as well.
“I was just thinking about an old friend. I would have liked to have shared this with him as well.”
For awhile the three sat under the shade of the huge tree and just enjoyed the day. The horses nibbled on the verdant carpet at their feet while the tinting of the shields gradually deepened. A comm beeped, interrupting the conversation that Janeway and Bashir had been having about the past. Pulling a small silver and gold arrow-head insignia from a pocket Janeway pressed her thumb to the center and answered the hail. A male voice came out of the communicator,
“Admiral Janeway, we have received a transmission from a starship. They have a captain onboard that wishes to speak with you. I’ll patch it through if you wish but ma’am, I’m confused as to how Captain Riker can be here and on the Ark. Shall I patch the transmission through?”
Janeway frowned. Jovath involuntarily pulled back from her as her voice changed from the jovial tones used with himself and the doctor to something more like steel. It was a side of her he hadn’t experienced yet. When she stood, Bashir stood with her and Jovath too scrambled to his feet.
“Gentlemen, our evening is at an end. Julian, I expect you to bring Jovath and the horses back the Command Post as soon as possible.” Tapping her communicator again the admiral issued a few commands then said to the man on the other end, “Beam me directly to my quarters Ensign. Energize.”
Jovath Riker watched as his friend’s body dissolved amidst a stream of particles, and then was gone. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he looked up into the worried face of Julian Bashir. “We better go son.”
As soon as the confinement beam was removed Kate started moving. Her hands flew to her hair as she started to weave it into a bun. She started issuing commands to her computer and soon her uniform was sliding out of the rack to hang just out of the wall. Communications started pouring in from aides she had contacted and more orders were issued. With her hair finally in place Janeway slid into her uniform. The red turtleneck went on followed by the black over coat. The grey quilting at the shoulders was freshly pressed and the rank insignia on her collar newly polished. Checking herself in the mirror, she attached her communicator and walked out the door towards the nerve center of the outpost.
The Operations was a hub of activity as she entered through the doors. An ensign working near the entrance saw Janeway and bounded to his feet shouting, “Admiral on deck!” Before the room could finish coming to their feet Janeway snapped, “As you were. Where is the communications officer that contacted me?” The ensign at the door pointed across the room to another door. “He’d be in there Ma’am. Communications is through that door. Shall I announce you?”
Looking down at him Janeway said, “That won’t be necessary.” Junior officers went about their duties in an organized fashion to the tune of beeps and whistles coming from the various control consoles, viewscreens, and PADDs. Weaving her way through the throng of people Janeway made it to the communications room and entered. Repeating the scenario from a moment ago she again inquired as to the whereabouts of the officer that had contacted her. A young Ltjg. stood up and announced that he was the messenger. After the typical questions concerning the authenticity of the transmission, Janeway asked to be patched through to the vessel in orbit around the station. A moment later, the viewscreen lit up to reveal the bridge of a Galaxy-class starship.
“This is Admiral Kathryn Janeway of Naissance. What can I do for you?”
“Commander Richard Goodkind of the Epic; I’m here to transport one of our passengers. He is in Transporter Room 1 awaiting authorization and coordinates.”
Looking back to the communications officers Janeway told them to relay the coordinates to transporter room 3. Then she severed the connection and called down to the transporter room.
“ET1 Forrest here Ma’am. What can I do for you?”
Janeway told him in crisp tones, “You can hold that transport signal until I get there.”
“Roger. Holding signal.”
Admiral Kathyrn Janeway wasn’t one to get upset over sudden shifts but this new development could be bad news if the Federation Counsel had done what she thought they did. Her thoughts in a whirl she walked briskly through the corridors of the outpost towards transporter room three.
As the doors whisked open Janeway held up her hand and said, “As you were.” Before the doors could finish closing behind her. “What have you got ET1?”
The technician looked at her and stated, “I’ve got the signal locked and can initiate transfer at any time Admiral.”
“Do it.”
Turning to the transporter pad Janeway watched as the confinement beam coalesced into a man wearing the red of the command division with four pips denoting the rank of Captain on his collar. His beard was neatly trimmed and his hair cut straight. The slight grey in both hair and beard only added to his dignified appearance and aura of command. Stepping from the transporter pad he acknowledged Janeway with a bow of his head, and a sharp salute.
“Admiral.”
“Captain. I hope you have a reason for being here. And with a duffel no less.” Janeway commented letting her eyes drift down to the blue bag held in the new arrival’s left hand.
Reaching into a pocket on the side of the bag he pulled out a PADD and handed it to Janeway.
“I’m to take command of Starbase Naissance, effective immediately. There are crews en route to establish constructions adjacent to this one in order to turn this outpost into a full starbase. There will also be an actual floating base maintaining an orbit around the sun for ships to dock and re-supply. There are al-“
Janeway cut him off with a raised hand. “I’ll read the report myself Captain and you can give me a briefing later. However, I had been informed of your desire to be a part of this project and I want to know why.”
Looking at the transporter technician still standing nearby he lowered his voice and asked, “Is there somewhere else we can discuss this? Privately?”
The admiral nodded her head slightly. “This way.”
The two walked through the corridors passing access panels, holo-decks, meeting rooms and various science divisions. It wasn’t long before they came to an observation room and Janeway led the way in. As soon as the doors whisked shut she turn to face the newest arrival to Naissance and asked,
“Why Will? Why are you here?”
Drawing himself up and pulling all his considerable authority around him like a cloak he looked back at the admiral and stated, “Because I don’t trust him. Because he is a former Maquis, because he stole the most powerful ship in the quadrant using my name, and now he is in command of a Sovereign class ship, with a hand picked crew, and the only changes to the ship have been to modify the cargo bays. He still has a full compliment of weapons on board with a Nausiccian first officer and a mostly green crew. He can’t be trusted not to turn something like the Ark to his own ends.”
Folding her arms across her chest Janeway gave Captain William Riker a withering look.
“Will, the war is over. The Maquis don’t exist anymore. We’re at peace with the Klingons, the Romulans, and the Cardassians. The Founders haven’t shown any activity for the last decade. The truce formed by the crew of DS9 has ensured their continued docility. And if there is another war he is a Starfleet officer in command of a Federation vessel. Steps have been taken to ensure that he stays on our side. Remember, you’re part of the reason he did what he did in the first place. He felt he had to distinguish himself from you.” Holding up a PADD and then letting it drop noisily to the table she continued, “What do you think you being here will do to this project? I know you two don’t work well together. You’re both headstrong, obstinate, and want to do your own thing.”
Softening her tone she took a step closer to Will Riker, “Look Will. I know you have issues with Thomas using your identity. But he has been through a lot, and he is changed from the Maquis captured by the Cardassians all those years ago. I can’t do anything about these orders that put you in command of the station. But understand that this project means a lot to me and to Commander Bashir. If you start to cause friction that may jeopardize the soul of this project and the ability for Thomas to do his job with a clear head then I will see to it that you are removed from command.”
Continued...soon
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"And The Thunder Rolled"
By Kubwulf and Robert Scorpio
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Micheal Donovan
Harsh Jadhav
Thunder rolled from the hooves of the horses as they sped across the plains. A laugh bubbled up from Jovath. In the four weeks that he had been aboard the Seattle with Admiral Janeway, he had never seen her let down her hair. Now, it streamed behind her in waves of silver and auburn as her horse galloped along next to the man that had been introduced to Jovath less than two hours ago. Julian Bashir had met them at the transporter room and after showing them to their respective quarters, asked to meet him at the entrance to the station that had been constructed on the surface of Naissance.
When the admiral and Jovath arrived at the designated spot, Commander Bashir had been walking up leading three horses. Jovath smiled at the sight, having loved to ride with his father back on Earth. It turned out that the doctor was an avid rider and Naissance allowed him the perfect place to ride. Amidst the unbroken fields and forests, the Dyson-sphere had nothing but gorgeous countryside.
The weather was perfect for riding. The sun wasn’t too bright thanks to the tinting on the radiation screens, and there was a slight breeze. Not that they’d be able to feel the breeze for what it was with the speed they were pushing the horses. The wind in their faces was more than a breeze could account for. Commander Bashir reigned in near something that looked like an ancient baobab tree. Its trunk had to be at least twenty meters in diameter. The branches began sprouting from the trunk at about the forty meter mark and Jovath could see through the branches to know that they continued to sprout from the trunk to make the tree even higher. There was a small pool of water a few meters from the tree and Bashir dismounted not far from it. Leading his horse, the doctor threw the reigns of the horse over the animal’s neck and let it drink.
Sliding off their own horses Jovath and Janeway followed the doctor’s example. Patting her horse’s neck Janeway smiled.
“Julian, I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. Thank you for bringing us to ride with you.”
Stepping away from his dapple grey, Julian Bashir adjusted the blue vest he wore. In a clipped accent he said, “My pleasure Admiral. This place is a wonderful place to ride. The horses love it.” A glimmer crossed his face and Jovath was quick to pick up on it.
“If its such a wonderful place to be Mr. Bashir sir, then why are you sad?”
Janeway couldn’t help but smile and chuckle and commander Bashir smiled widely as well.
“I was just thinking about an old friend. I would have liked to have shared this with him as well.”
For awhile the three sat under the shade of the huge tree and just enjoyed the day. The horses nibbled on the verdant carpet at their feet while the tinting of the shields gradually deepened. A comm beeped, interrupting the conversation that Janeway and Bashir had been having about the past. Pulling a small silver and gold arrow-head insignia from a pocket Janeway pressed her thumb to the center and answered the hail. A male voice came out of the communicator,
“Admiral Janeway, we have received a transmission from a starship. They have a captain onboard that wishes to speak with you. I’ll patch it through if you wish but ma’am, I’m confused as to how Captain Riker can be here and on the Ark. Shall I patch the transmission through?”
Janeway frowned. Jovath involuntarily pulled back from her as her voice changed from the jovial tones used with himself and the doctor to something more like steel. It was a side of her he hadn’t experienced yet. When she stood, Bashir stood with her and Jovath too scrambled to his feet.
“Gentlemen, our evening is at an end. Julian, I expect you to bring Jovath and the horses back the Command Post as soon as possible.” Tapping her communicator again the admiral issued a few commands then said to the man on the other end, “Beam me directly to my quarters Ensign. Energize.”
Jovath Riker watched as his friend’s body dissolved amidst a stream of particles, and then was gone. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he looked up into the worried face of Julian Bashir. “We better go son.”
As soon as the confinement beam was removed Kate started moving. Her hands flew to her hair as she started to weave it into a bun. She started issuing commands to her computer and soon her uniform was sliding out of the rack to hang just out of the wall. Communications started pouring in from aides she had contacted and more orders were issued. With her hair finally in place Janeway slid into her uniform. The red turtleneck went on followed by the black over coat. The grey quilting at the shoulders was freshly pressed and the rank insignia on her collar newly polished. Checking herself in the mirror, she attached her communicator and walked out the door towards the nerve center of the outpost.
The Operations was a hub of activity as she entered through the doors. An ensign working near the entrance saw Janeway and bounded to his feet shouting, “Admiral on deck!” Before the room could finish coming to their feet Janeway snapped, “As you were. Where is the communications officer that contacted me?” The ensign at the door pointed across the room to another door. “He’d be in there Ma’am. Communications is through that door. Shall I announce you?”
Looking down at him Janeway said, “That won’t be necessary.” Junior officers went about their duties in an organized fashion to the tune of beeps and whistles coming from the various control consoles, viewscreens, and PADDs. Weaving her way through the throng of people Janeway made it to the communications room and entered. Repeating the scenario from a moment ago she again inquired as to the whereabouts of the officer that had contacted her. A young Ltjg. stood up and announced that he was the messenger. After the typical questions concerning the authenticity of the transmission, Janeway asked to be patched through to the vessel in orbit around the station. A moment later, the viewscreen lit up to reveal the bridge of a Galaxy-class starship.
“This is Admiral Kathryn Janeway of Naissance. What can I do for you?”
“Commander Richard Goodkind of the Epic; I’m here to transport one of our passengers. He is in Transporter Room 1 awaiting authorization and coordinates.”
Looking back to the communications officers Janeway told them to relay the coordinates to transporter room 3. Then she severed the connection and called down to the transporter room.
“ET1 Forrest here Ma’am. What can I do for you?”
Janeway told him in crisp tones, “You can hold that transport signal until I get there.”
“Roger. Holding signal.”
Admiral Kathyrn Janeway wasn’t one to get upset over sudden shifts but this new development could be bad news if the Federation Counsel had done what she thought they did. Her thoughts in a whirl she walked briskly through the corridors of the outpost towards transporter room three.
As the doors whisked open Janeway held up her hand and said, “As you were.” Before the doors could finish closing behind her. “What have you got ET1?”
The technician looked at her and stated, “I’ve got the signal locked and can initiate transfer at any time Admiral.”
“Do it.”
Turning to the transporter pad Janeway watched as the confinement beam coalesced into a man wearing the red of the command division with four pips denoting the rank of Captain on his collar. His beard was neatly trimmed and his hair cut straight. The slight grey in both hair and beard only added to his dignified appearance and aura of command. Stepping from the transporter pad he acknowledged Janeway with a bow of his head, and a sharp salute.
“Admiral.”
“Captain. I hope you have a reason for being here. And with a duffel no less.” Janeway commented letting her eyes drift down to the blue bag held in the new arrival’s left hand.
Reaching into a pocket on the side of the bag he pulled out a PADD and handed it to Janeway.
“I’m to take command of Starbase Naissance, effective immediately. There are crews en route to establish constructions adjacent to this one in order to turn this outpost into a full starbase. There will also be an actual floating base maintaining an orbit around the sun for ships to dock and re-supply. There are al-“
Janeway cut him off with a raised hand. “I’ll read the report myself Captain and you can give me a briefing later. However, I had been informed of your desire to be a part of this project and I want to know why.”
Looking at the transporter technician still standing nearby he lowered his voice and asked, “Is there somewhere else we can discuss this? Privately?”
The admiral nodded her head slightly. “This way.”
The two walked through the corridors passing access panels, holo-decks, meeting rooms and various science divisions. It wasn’t long before they came to an observation room and Janeway led the way in. As soon as the doors whisked shut she turn to face the newest arrival to Naissance and asked,
“Why Will? Why are you here?”
Drawing himself up and pulling all his considerable authority around him like a cloak he looked back at the admiral and stated, “Because I don’t trust him. Because he is a former Maquis, because he stole the most powerful ship in the quadrant using my name, and now he is in command of a Sovereign class ship, with a hand picked crew, and the only changes to the ship have been to modify the cargo bays. He still has a full compliment of weapons on board with a Nausiccian first officer and a mostly green crew. He can’t be trusted not to turn something like the Ark to his own ends.”
Folding her arms across her chest Janeway gave Captain William Riker a withering look.
“Will, the war is over. The Maquis don’t exist anymore. We’re at peace with the Klingons, the Romulans, and the Cardassians. The Founders haven’t shown any activity for the last decade. The truce formed by the crew of DS9 has ensured their continued docility. And if there is another war he is a Starfleet officer in command of a Federation vessel. Steps have been taken to ensure that he stays on our side. Remember, you’re part of the reason he did what he did in the first place. He felt he had to distinguish himself from you.” Holding up a PADD and then letting it drop noisily to the table she continued, “What do you think you being here will do to this project? I know you two don’t work well together. You’re both headstrong, obstinate, and want to do your own thing.”
Softening her tone she took a step closer to Will Riker, “Look Will. I know you have issues with Thomas using your identity. But he has been through a lot, and he is changed from the Maquis captured by the Cardassians all those years ago. I can’t do anything about these orders that put you in command of the station. But understand that this project means a lot to me and to Commander Bashir. If you start to cause friction that may jeopardize the soul of this project and the ability for Thomas to do his job with a clear head then I will see to it that you are removed from command.”
Continued...soon
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
I have always like the Sovergn class ship. It has to be pretty large so as to be converted for the various animals we may be collecting for Naissance. We are also 'catching' animals as long as fourty feet. Sometimes we have to use shuttles. Do they make them that long? Is a Runabout long enough???
I have always like the Sovergn class ship. It has to be pretty large so as to be converted for the various animals we may be collecting for Naissance. We are also 'catching' animals as long as fourty feet. Sometimes we have to use shuttles. Do they make them that long? Is a Runabout long enough???
hellsgate
Commodore
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
R. Scorpio: Yes, but there a variety of runabouts. From the Danube-Class to the Sydney-Class & other ships. Hence the use of TOS-era through TMP-era to TNG-era freighters & other vessels with interchangeable bulkheads that are easily removed & reconfigured to whatever (height, width & length) dimensions our "task group" needs for locating & transporting mammals, amphibians, etc. from the size of tadpoles to the size of the Loch Ness Monster. Not all of them will be specifically "Starfleet / Federation", others will be vintage / obsolete vessels from various worlds' surplus yards. People from contaminated planets that have decided its in their own best interests to salvage what they can (on their own) before their homeworlds' ecologies simply run dry & their animal life starves or government bickering exacerbates the problem out of ANYONE's ability to solve the problem, long-term OR short-term.
Examples:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_chillichote.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_duluth.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_garonne.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_miller.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_osmanieh.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_newyork.jpg
KLINGON:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/klingon/cargofreighter_bakare.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/klingon/freighter_unknown.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/klingon/troopxport_t8.jpg
CARDASSIAN:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/cardassians/freighter_groumall.jpg
VULCAN:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/vulcan/cruiser_tlar.jpg
R. Scorpio: Yes, but there a variety of runabouts. From the Danube-Class to the Sydney-Class & other ships. Hence the use of TOS-era through TMP-era to TNG-era freighters & other vessels with interchangeable bulkheads that are easily removed & reconfigured to whatever (height, width & length) dimensions our "task group" needs for locating & transporting mammals, amphibians, etc. from the size of tadpoles to the size of the Loch Ness Monster. Not all of them will be specifically "Starfleet / Federation", others will be vintage / obsolete vessels from various worlds' surplus yards. People from contaminated planets that have decided its in their own best interests to salvage what they can (on their own) before their homeworlds' ecologies simply run dry & their animal life starves or government bickering exacerbates the problem out of ANYONE's ability to solve the problem, long-term OR short-term.
Examples:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_chillichote.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_duluth.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_garonne.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_miller.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_osmanieh.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/federation/cargoxporttug_newyork.jpg
KLINGON:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/klingon/cargofreighter_bakare.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/klingon/freighter_unknown.jpg
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/klingon/troopxport_t8.jpg
CARDASSIAN:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/cardassians/freighter_groumall.jpg
VULCAN:
http://www.shipschematics.net/startrek/images/vulcan/cruiser_tlar.jpg
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
Great stuff there Mr. Gate..thanks for the links!!!
SCOPRIO!
Great stuff there Mr. Gate..thanks for the links!!!
SCOPRIO!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance; The Hunt
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"THE HUNT"
By Kubwulf and Robert Scorpio
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Micheal Donovan
Harsh Jadhav
“Sir, the sub-space interference coming from the planet is getting stronger. The waves are starting to affect the shuttle systems.”
Sparing the pilot a glare Kovoral responded in an acidic tone, “Then compensate by transferring power from the inertial dampers. Or can’t you handle a little turbulence while piloting?”
The short spines along the pilot’s back bristled before he could settle them. “Very well sir. Transferring power. Power transfer complete. Inertial dampers operating at thirty percent. Better strap in.”
The shuttle began to rock violently moments after the words were spoken. With rain pounding the view port, and the sensors limited to one hundred meters, flying was going to be difficult but the landing would be even harder. A musky scent began to fill the runabout and Kovoral grimaced.
“Can’t you control your bodily functions pilot?” he grumbled.
“Sorry sir. I’m sweating sir. With the dampers so low I’m trying to keep her as smooth as possible. If you prefer to feel every pocket of turbulence in full however sir…” The shuttle dropped abruptly and then stopped with bone-jarring force, only to be lifted the next instant so that those not strapped in seemed to float for half a heartbeat before slamming back into their seats.
“No...” Kovoral swallowed, “You were doing just fine pilot.”
The flight immediately grew smoother but the odor nearly doubled.
Soon enough, the shuttle landed on the planet’s surface. The pilot was able to land them within one hundred meters of the Juno, the initial scout ship and the only thing large enough on the Ark to carry both these creatures. As the rear hatch of the shuttlecraft was still lowering, the ship rocked as if hit with a phaser blast. Scientists that were halfway to their feet fell against the bulkhead while Sub-Commander Kovoral spread his arms and legs in an attempt to brace against the sides of the ship, only to be thrown against the nearest bulkhead with the shaking.
“Veruul!” The curse escaped the Romulan’s lips before he could stop himself. Picking himself off the bulkhead and sending his feet against the continued rocking he turned back to glare at the pilot. The bristles on the Chral were sticking almost straight out and a fine mist was beginning to spread from the bristles, enveloping the alien. The ship lurched hard once more, again throwing Kovoral against the bulkhead.
“What are you doing fool?!” He shouted to the pilot.
After the last lurch, the Chral pressed a sequence into the console and stood up to face the Romulan. With derision dripping from his voice the humanoid glared at Kovoral. “Sir. I was stabilizing the ship, sir. If you’ll be so kind as to look out the still open hatch sir, you’ll see we’re hovering a good ten meters off the earthquake plagued planet. Sir. That aftershock damaged the port nacelle. When we land, I’ll need one of the technicians to help me repair it. Sir.”
Acting as if he didn’t notice the acid dripping from the Chral’s voice Kovoral looked him over and said, “If your piloting skills were adequate, we wouldn’t have received damage when we landed. Take us down. And this time try to keep the shuttle from receiving too much damage.” The Chral bristled with anger and turned back to his console.
Kovoral pulled out his PADD from a fold in his tunic. A few beeps could be heard as he made an entry. “I’ll be placing a reprimand in your record for damaging the craft.”
Looking to one of the five other passengers Kovoral pointed to him. “You will assist the pilot with making repairs while we herd A-A-0001 into the transport craft.”
When the shuttlecraft finally landed the ground had settled enough for the team to gather the gear they needed off the ship and begin going after the team that had come down on the Juno. Once the gear had been staged and repairs had begun Kovoral waited for the initial away team to make its report. Frowning inwardly at the approaching Nausiciaan Kovoral made another entry into his PADD. Bak’ooth stopped in front of the Romulan and stared down at him. Pointing to one of the members of the first team Bak’ooth said, “Report.”
The Ltjg. stepped forward with a PADD and began rattling off technical data on the tectonic shifts of the planet and what it did to the ship systems. He then went on to explain the difficulty in capturing the creatures due to the shifts as well as the size of the beasts.
“…and so sir, right now we are planning on attaching these collars and using the inhibitors to neutralize the creatures and then get them loaded into the Juno.” The Ltjg. finished his report and stepped back to his place behind Bak’ooth.
Squaring his shoulders Kovoral took a deep breath.
“Well. That certainly is an impressive list of excuses gentlemen. But we’re here now and so that means this is now a science expedition. This fool idea of collaring the beasts is nothing more than stupidity. Doing so will risk the lives of the crew. We will find a better way.”
Bak’ooth held up his hand. Anger flared in his eyes but he held his peace. The same junior officer stepped forward. His movements this time reflected a lot more hesitancy than he had previously shown. Licking his lips and looking up at the giant Nausiciaan and then back to the Romulan, he swallowed and said, “Sir. With all due respect sir, there isn’t time to explore other options. The collars will be the most expedient method of handling the Em-Veks.”
Kovoral snorted in derision, “Told you that himself did he? Well, it’s the type of foolhardy planning that I would expect from a brute. The collars will do nothing more than put the lives of the crew at risk. We don’t know enough of species A-A-0001 to know how they will react to such an overt threat. Besides which, who among you is dumb enough to act-“
The sound of Sub-Commander Kovoral’s jaw breaking was drowned out by the roar of the Nausiciaan. As the Romulan fell to the ground, Bak’ooth followed him. Following his right fist, the Nausiciaan rolled so that he hit the ground on his right shoulder. Continuing his rotation, he rolled onto his back and swept out his left arm to smash his elbow into the chest of Kovoral. Digging his elbow into the chest of the Romulan, Bak’ooth used the leverage to bring himself smoothly to his feet. Glaring down at the bleeding Romulan Bak’ooth said, “Sorry. Tremor.”
He turned and nodded to two of his crew. The two rushed to help the downed Sub-Commander. Bak’ooth looked to the Ltjg that had given the report. “Collars. You…help.”
Kovoral’s glare hinted that this would not be the last confrontation. Not the last at all!!!
CONTINUED
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
"THE HUNT"
By Kubwulf and Robert Scorpio
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
Vippy
Micheal Donovan
Harsh Jadhav
“Sir, the sub-space interference coming from the planet is getting stronger. The waves are starting to affect the shuttle systems.”
Sparing the pilot a glare Kovoral responded in an acidic tone, “Then compensate by transferring power from the inertial dampers. Or can’t you handle a little turbulence while piloting?”
The short spines along the pilot’s back bristled before he could settle them. “Very well sir. Transferring power. Power transfer complete. Inertial dampers operating at thirty percent. Better strap in.”
The shuttle began to rock violently moments after the words were spoken. With rain pounding the view port, and the sensors limited to one hundred meters, flying was going to be difficult but the landing would be even harder. A musky scent began to fill the runabout and Kovoral grimaced.
“Can’t you control your bodily functions pilot?” he grumbled.
“Sorry sir. I’m sweating sir. With the dampers so low I’m trying to keep her as smooth as possible. If you prefer to feel every pocket of turbulence in full however sir…” The shuttle dropped abruptly and then stopped with bone-jarring force, only to be lifted the next instant so that those not strapped in seemed to float for half a heartbeat before slamming back into their seats.
“No...” Kovoral swallowed, “You were doing just fine pilot.”
The flight immediately grew smoother but the odor nearly doubled.
Soon enough, the shuttle landed on the planet’s surface. The pilot was able to land them within one hundred meters of the Juno, the initial scout ship and the only thing large enough on the Ark to carry both these creatures. As the rear hatch of the shuttlecraft was still lowering, the ship rocked as if hit with a phaser blast. Scientists that were halfway to their feet fell against the bulkhead while Sub-Commander Kovoral spread his arms and legs in an attempt to brace against the sides of the ship, only to be thrown against the nearest bulkhead with the shaking.
“Veruul!” The curse escaped the Romulan’s lips before he could stop himself. Picking himself off the bulkhead and sending his feet against the continued rocking he turned back to glare at the pilot. The bristles on the Chral were sticking almost straight out and a fine mist was beginning to spread from the bristles, enveloping the alien. The ship lurched hard once more, again throwing Kovoral against the bulkhead.
“What are you doing fool?!” He shouted to the pilot.
After the last lurch, the Chral pressed a sequence into the console and stood up to face the Romulan. With derision dripping from his voice the humanoid glared at Kovoral. “Sir. I was stabilizing the ship, sir. If you’ll be so kind as to look out the still open hatch sir, you’ll see we’re hovering a good ten meters off the earthquake plagued planet. Sir. That aftershock damaged the port nacelle. When we land, I’ll need one of the technicians to help me repair it. Sir.”
Acting as if he didn’t notice the acid dripping from the Chral’s voice Kovoral looked him over and said, “If your piloting skills were adequate, we wouldn’t have received damage when we landed. Take us down. And this time try to keep the shuttle from receiving too much damage.” The Chral bristled with anger and turned back to his console.
Kovoral pulled out his PADD from a fold in his tunic. A few beeps could be heard as he made an entry. “I’ll be placing a reprimand in your record for damaging the craft.”
Looking to one of the five other passengers Kovoral pointed to him. “You will assist the pilot with making repairs while we herd A-A-0001 into the transport craft.”
When the shuttlecraft finally landed the ground had settled enough for the team to gather the gear they needed off the ship and begin going after the team that had come down on the Juno. Once the gear had been staged and repairs had begun Kovoral waited for the initial away team to make its report. Frowning inwardly at the approaching Nausiciaan Kovoral made another entry into his PADD. Bak’ooth stopped in front of the Romulan and stared down at him. Pointing to one of the members of the first team Bak’ooth said, “Report.”
The Ltjg. stepped forward with a PADD and began rattling off technical data on the tectonic shifts of the planet and what it did to the ship systems. He then went on to explain the difficulty in capturing the creatures due to the shifts as well as the size of the beasts.
“…and so sir, right now we are planning on attaching these collars and using the inhibitors to neutralize the creatures and then get them loaded into the Juno.” The Ltjg. finished his report and stepped back to his place behind Bak’ooth.
Squaring his shoulders Kovoral took a deep breath.
“Well. That certainly is an impressive list of excuses gentlemen. But we’re here now and so that means this is now a science expedition. This fool idea of collaring the beasts is nothing more than stupidity. Doing so will risk the lives of the crew. We will find a better way.”
Bak’ooth held up his hand. Anger flared in his eyes but he held his peace. The same junior officer stepped forward. His movements this time reflected a lot more hesitancy than he had previously shown. Licking his lips and looking up at the giant Nausiciaan and then back to the Romulan, he swallowed and said, “Sir. With all due respect sir, there isn’t time to explore other options. The collars will be the most expedient method of handling the Em-Veks.”
Kovoral snorted in derision, “Told you that himself did he? Well, it’s the type of foolhardy planning that I would expect from a brute. The collars will do nothing more than put the lives of the crew at risk. We don’t know enough of species A-A-0001 to know how they will react to such an overt threat. Besides which, who among you is dumb enough to act-“
The sound of Sub-Commander Kovoral’s jaw breaking was drowned out by the roar of the Nausiciaan. As the Romulan fell to the ground, Bak’ooth followed him. Following his right fist, the Nausiciaan rolled so that he hit the ground on his right shoulder. Continuing his rotation, he rolled onto his back and swept out his left arm to smash his elbow into the chest of Kovoral. Digging his elbow into the chest of the Romulan, Bak’ooth used the leverage to bring himself smoothly to his feet. Glaring down at the bleeding Romulan Bak’ooth said, “Sorry. Tremor.”
He turned and nodded to two of his crew. The two rushed to help the downed Sub-Commander. Bak’ooth looked to the Ltjg that had given the report. “Collars. You…help.”
Kovoral’s glare hinted that this would not be the last confrontation. Not the last at all!!!
CONTINUED
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