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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #150 on: September 14, 2021, 11:46:24 am »
<Katra Station - Turbolift to Deck 1>

<Stellar Cartography - Deck 8 - Katra Station>

When Saxon voice called out from his commbadge, A'Thaton tensed up as he was broken from his study of the alien fleet's course. He sighed at himself for being startled and looked up a little to reply back to the Commander.

 =/\= "Ensign A'thaton here, Commander. Where do you need me, sir?" =/\=

A'Thaton hadn't had the chance to work under Saxon directly, but had reviewed the officer's file. A career Starfleet Human who served long before A'Thaton had even left the orbit of Cait; an unconventional security man with rather radical ideas, the sort that won battles and courted medals often; and the sort of person he would've followed around peppering with questions as a cub. Enlistees turn officer, in A'Thaton's experience, took no excuses and had a unique drive and perspective that Academy officers generally didn't get until they hit full lieutenancy, and even then, only those few pushed up the ranks. A'Thaton had wanted to talk with the man since he transferred over, pick the brain of a fellow veteran who knew his business and help refine A'Thaton's own ship-to-ship experience and fleet combat knowledge with a man who had experienced it all from the lower decks upto deck 1. However, A'Thaton wasn't a senior officer any more and Saxon was the station XO. It wasn't his place to approach the Commander unless he had a good reason. If nothing else, A'Thaton was ready to prove he was more than his disciplinary record would suggest.

The Caitain looked toward the screen of his musings and suspicions then said aloud, "Computer, save current astronav file under A'Thaton Nav model number zero-two-seven. Close current session and reset to default status." He then turned away as the lines and cone vanished and the stars of the sector hummed there quietly, awaiting new questions to be answered. For A'Thaton's part, he stood at a relaxed attention in the middle of the room as he perked his ears to listen for his orders.

The turbolift car continued its short journey as he updated the Flight Officer, impressed at the swift and professional response. "Report to Docking Bay 2 if you please, Mister AThaton. You'll be taking the Starstalker out; maximum stealth parameters. Please head there immediately and oversee its preparations. Mission profile will be added to the computer, but succinctly: you'll be tasked with tracing back the route of the refugee fleet to their home system; this may have been destroyed by the species known as the Gregari - the Library Database will provide some details of what little we know. We need this confirmed and-"

The turbolift opened, and he stepped out into the corridor leading to the OCC, "to ascertain any connection to this attack by the Thinkers." To himself, he pulled a face that bordered on irritation. He was particularly pugnacious about that arrogant piece of work that was their figurehead; it was their machinations that directly resulted in his medical leave. Not to mention they who had collapsed the wormhole. He wished it were he that was heading on this mission - he'd certainly toy with the idea of making a detour and ridding the Quadrant of this threat.

Recollections of a particularly direct and pragmatic Orion senior security crewman who had attempted the same thing to the horror and dishonour of the Service put a lid on that compulsion...but hot lava filled his veins at the very thought. "Report when you're ready to depart."

The ambient noise changed dramatically as Saxon entered the OCC. Ambient noise that had been chatter became hurried hush, peppered by the occasional spluttering into a cup, or the clearing of a crumb from a throat caused by the inhale of baked goods that had the unmistakable homemade signs of being prepared by one certain Chief Engineer. Hands swept consoles clear, and nervous glances to each other, gave Century all he needed to know. It was to be expected - moderately so; the senior officers, Department Heads, and selected representatives of such Departments, were almost always at what junior crew sometimes called the 'Shindig', and those not attended (and unlikely to until they too reached certain positions or were rota'd in) were rumoured to bring in their own snacks, on the proviso it was never spotted by the senior officers. It was an open secret, and John didn't particularly relish pulling them up on it; if the job was being performed satisfactorily, how they fuelled their attention was not for him to say.

To a point.

Giving them all a moment to compose themselves, and to remove all traces of their somewhat non-regulation refreshments, Saxon cleared his throat theatrically and, in the most dramatic fashion, raised his PADD to eye level as if to inspect the contents without distraction. In his peripheral vision, frantic kicking of items began in earnest and palms swiping boards clear, with frenzied Cadets scooping up elements and ferrying them out of sight. John mentally gave them 5 seconds.

He looked back at them in 4.

It was as if they had been working studiously at all times.

Stroking his beard, he looked around and spoke in a volume that brooked no further errant behaviour. "Status of our visitors' ships, if you please."
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #151 on: September 15, 2021, 10:44:18 am »

Katra Station - Ready Room

Captain Phreth accompanied Bryson off of the station without further comment.  As soon as the Xhelosian left, Solluk returned to his ready room to begin a new series of calls.  There were some options which he had not yet explored for the disposition of the refugees.  While he hoped that the interim Council on New Bajor would agree to host the Xhelosians, he couldn't be sure of it.

Solluk looked into his desk terminal as an image of the Tholian appeared.  "Thank you for agreeing to speak with me, Ambassador.  I am reaching out due to the arrival of a great number of refugee ships in the system, as I'm sure you've noticed."



"The interlopers have become known to us," the Tholian ambassador confirmed.

Solluk lived in perpetual hope that there were translation issues between the Tholian language and Federation standard.  However, he wasn't entirely convinced that was the case.

"I know that your government is always on the lookout for worlds suitable for Tholian colonization, and that your courier ship has performed some scouting of local systems in search of such worlds," Solluk prompted.

"Suitable worlds for Tholian habitation are rare," the Ambassador replied.

Solluk nodded, "Indeed.  Our own ship resources are always on the lookout for worlds that may interest you."  He leaned forward hopefully, "Meanwhile, however, I wonder if your people have discovered any uninhabited worlds in this quadrant which might serve the needs of these refugees."

There was a long pause.

Then, the answer:  "No."

Solluk had expected something more.  He nodded, "I see.  Well, Ambassador, thank you-"

The screen switched off.   Solluk frowned at the display, wondering if he'd offended the ambassador, or whether this was just the usual Tholian personality.

Sighing, he moved on to the next person on his list... the Wadi ambassador.

That... should be interesting.



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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #152 on: September 15, 2021, 11:39:50 am »
<Stellar Cartography - Deck 8 - Katra Station>

The veteran Caitian blinked and tilted his head a little up at the ceiling at the briefing Saxon provided. What he suggested was an outlier possibility to A'Thaton -a warp gate or wormhole-alike method of travel- but he never thought it could've been connected with the very people who had trapped them all on the wrong side of the wormhole. He shrugged his shoulders to work out the tension building before replying, "Aye Commander, I'll head there now and call down the order to prep the craft for flight. Will report in once ready, sir."


<Turbolift to Deck 7 - Katra Station>

A'Thaton waved a paw at a nearby officer to hand him a nearby unused PADD, he nodded his thanks on receiving it and strode quickly out of the room tapping away the device. First he downloaded his Nav model 027 from the computer to compare against the course he was trailing along, amused at himself that he had accidentally been prepping himself for the mission; he then pulled up the computer files for the Gregari and the Thinkers to review what was known of their technology: specifically regarding propulsion and sensor systems, given his mission. However the file was very thin, as thin as the last time he reviewed it. A'Thaton had spend time on front-line operations against unknown hostile forces before, fighting the Dominion at first was an exercise in persistent frustration. During his tenure with the Yeager, he had learned to embrace his own ignorance and adjust himself and those under him to prepare to be surprised. Pulling up the file on the Starstalker made him feel a lot better about his chances to surprise his enemies for once.


<Level C - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

As A'Thaton stepped out onto the dock floor, he took a nice deep breath and let his voice roar across the floor. "Flight listen up!" Some enlistees and officers who weren't used to his way of getting the floor's attention nearly jumped at the Caitian roaring at them, the rest suppressing a chuckle at their expense. In either case, enlistees and officers alike who weren't already working on something turned their attention to A'Thaton as he came to a stop and looked around to address them. "Hope you're all awake now, got a new sortie that needs to be expedited." He strode about the floor with PADD in hand in the midst of his fellow flight crew, gesturing as he spoke. "I need the Starstalker prepped for flight with haste, I want a double check on its fuel, diagnostics run on sensors and the baffles." He pointed with his PADD at his fellow ensign. "Ensign Stewart, I want you to contact Docking Control and make sure my sortie has priority for take-off; the minute command wants me out the door I want to have nothing but clear space launch into. Also, I need you to secure me a co-pilot rated for Fleming class operations." He then looked to the enlistee crew chief on-duty, "Chief, I'm going to get suited up and I will be helping you and your crew to run through diagnostics once I get seated in the craft." He patted the chief on the shoulder, "I'll try not to make you wait too long on Fabio." He grinned as some of the junior crew behind the chief flinched; they hadn't realized that A'Thaton had overheard the nickname some of the enlistees had for their long-maned Caitian pilot. "Ensign, stop scaring them and get to work." the crew chief replied, mock-annoyed at A'Thaton's jest.

In a hurry, the dock was abuzz with new activity as the flight department readied for the Starstalker to fly. Although Starfleet regulations mandate all small craft aboard were to be ready to fly on a moments notice: it was the responsibility of the pilot assigned to make sure they were happy with the craft being ready to fly before they moved off the dock floor. A'Thaton knew some pilots preferred to minimize the weight they put on the rest of the department, but A'Thaton much preferred to lean on the wide array of expertise to catch things he might miss. Even if he was the only pilot aboard, he knew he flew by the grace of teams of skilled graduates of the Earth and Mars academies. After a short time, he had on an pilot's EVA suit with his mane pinned down and his helmet tucked under one arm as he approached the flurry of activity around the Starstalker.

The Fleming-class Light Surveyor loomed 26 meters long across the deck floor like a slice of darkness from between the stars was peeled off and made into a shuttle. A'Thaton was familiar with the specs and was rated to fly it, but that did not make him altogether comfortable with the craft and what it represented. Even during the Dominion war, A'Thaton had vocally cautioned and wrote in Starfleet journals about how easy it could be for Starfleet to forget the primary duties of its charter in the face of war. He was a wartime officer, but he had signed up for service to explore the stars and meet strange aliens far from the comforts of Cait. The Fleming-class surveyors were something of a knife's edge for A'Thaton. Unlike the Defiant class or even Prometheus class, both implements of tactical operations, the Fleming was for the other side of security work: intelligence operations. A'Thaton preferred the power of knowledge over torpedoes and it was that: but such a craft could be used for far more nefarious purposes.


<USS Starstalker - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

As he stepped into the craft, he nodded his thanks to some of the flight crew that stepped by him who had been doing last-minute checks on the internals. He took his seat at the helm of the craft and began running through his pre-flight checklist, calling out to the crew chief and verbally narrating his actions for the ship's recorder as he tapped away at the computer controls to ensure all systems were in full working order and no lingering issues were waiting to surprise him once he left dock. As part of the checklist, he pulled up his mission profile details on one of the screens, giving it a silent read for the details Saxon hadn't the time to brief him on. As the final part of his checklist, he fitted his helmet into place with a satisfying life-saving hiss as it locked into the place. He then checked his suit for environmental integrity one last time before tapping up the comms channel to station operations.

 =/\= "This is Ensign A'Thaton to Commander Saxon, I am aboard and craft is ready to fly. Awaiting your orders, sir." =/\=

 
« Last Edit: September 15, 2021, 01:57:46 pm by AThaton »
"The Hardest Work Is Done By Those You Rarely See" ~A'Thaton

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #153 on: September 16, 2021, 06:45:08 am »
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After the dinner had ended quicker and more sudden than he had expected, Peter had fetched another bite to eat here and there until the Hospitality Services came in to clear the room. Pushing the other half of a chicken sphere into his mouth while he was still chewing, Peter made his way back to the nearest turbolift while he wiped his hands clean at the trouser leg of his uniform.

Entering the OCC Peter resumed his spot at the Ops console. Other than last time, the First Officer John Saxon was present now and would sit at the console next to him if he chose to. Oh great. He wished he could change up the positions of the consoles.

The traffic had not become less over the past hours. Still ships with the refugees came in and it started to become quite crowded in Katra's air space, more so than it was already. "About half the refugee fleet reached us now", Peter reported. Most of them were passing the Kuiper Belt now to reach the planetary region where they could sit for the time being. It was difficult to coordinate the incoming fleet of refugee ships and the normal air traffic around Katra.
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #154 on: September 17, 2021, 03:29:13 am »
<Katra Station - OCC>


<USS Starstalker - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

As he stepped into the craft, he nodded his thanks to some of the flight crew that stepped by him who had been doing last-minute checks on the internals. He took his seat at the helm of the craft and began running through his pre-flight checklist, calling out to the crew chief and verbally narrating his actions for the ship's recorder as he tapped away at the computer controls to ensure all systems were in full working order and no lingering issues were waiting to surprise him once he left dock. As part of the checklist, he pulled up his mission profile details on one of the screens, giving it a silent read for the details Saxon hadn't the time to brief him on. As the final part of his checklist, he fitted his helmet into place with a satisfying life-saving hiss as it locked into the place. He then checked his suit for environmental integrity one last time before tapping up the comms channel to station operations.

 =/\= "This is Ensign A'Thaton to Commander Saxon, I am aboard and craft is ready to fly. Awaiting your orders, sir." =/\=

Saxon tapped his badge to the swift and timely report from the Flight Officer, once more pushing down a twinge of jealousy. And not a small amount of sentimentality; the small stealth ship had almost been his tomb some months ago, but ended up being his literal lifeline. Seeing it fly again, and not being aboard, pulled at his cloned heart.  "Acknowledged. You are cleared for immediate departure, Starstalker. We will remain in contact. Given local traffic, Ops will provide you with optimum navigational waypoints until you clear the system. Godspeed."

Turning to Ensign Dannenberg, who was blissfully now without a tray of hors d'oeuvre and now sat at his station in the OCC, he nodded at the update to the refugee fleet that was still limping in. 10 milllion souls; dozens of ships of various sizes; all rammed to rafters with frightened and desperate peoples. And the com channels were already slowly filling up with hails from craft that sought updates or assistance. "Link with Starstalker and assist with their route out, if you please Mister Dannenberg; we don't want our visitors to inadvertently getting in the way. Then see if we can ascertain any of the caravan that needs urgent support and co-ordinate by priority with Engineering and Flight teams."

With his hands behind his back, Century turned to the holoimage in the centre showing the ever-increasing numbers, but his thoughts were with Captain Solluk who had no doubt the greatest of challenges...
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #155 on: September 17, 2021, 07:35:57 am »
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It was difficult not to lose track with all the incoming calls and regular air traffic. At Saxon's order, he nodded and turned back to his console. "Aye, Commander."

His fingers flew over the display as he looked at the position of all ships within the area between the station and outside the Oort Cloud. The Starstalker needed to launch as soon and safe as possible, so he prioritized that. He surveyed the hustle and bustle and chose the shortest route with the fewest refugee ships on it. He entered the coordinates into the computer and then contacted all the ships that were in the way on that route.  =/\="Katra Station to Xhelosian ships. Please move to the coordinates I am now transmitting." =/\= As he spoke, he typed on the console with his right hand - the computer would now send each of the ships a set of coordinates it had calculated for each of them to make way for the Starstalker.

A couple of minutes passed and Peter was glad that everyone had followed the instructions. Discussion would have been troublesome.  =/\="Starstalker, the way is clear. I'll send you the route out to the Oort Cloud and then you can step on the gas." =/\=

Then it was time to comply with the second part of his order.  =/\="To all Xhelosian ships. If you need technical or medical assistance, report. Istructions will follow." He tapped on the console to reserve a part of the display for all ships that would respond and would then be listed with registration, passenger count and position. That would help him to coordinate with Engineering, Flight and possibly Medical.

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #156 on: September 17, 2021, 11:41:36 am »
<USS Starstalker - Internal Docking Bay 2 - Deck 7 - Katra Station>

A'Thaton nodded wordlessly at Saxon's well wishes and clearance orders, waiting for the traffic control assist from operations up on the first deck. To his co-pilot he narrated his actions aloud for them to hear and for the flight recorder to register, "Engaging RCS to lift off dock floor, approaching docking bay doors while standing by for Operations." The dark craft lifted softly and quietly off the floor and glided slowly toward the docking doors as they waited.

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[Katra Station - Deck 1 - OCC]


It was difficult not to lose track with all the incoming calls and regular air traffic. At Saxon's order, he nodded and turned back to his console. "Aye, Commander."

His fingers flew over the display as he looked at the position of all ships within the area between the station and outside the Oort Cloud. The Starstalker needed to launch as soon and safe as possible, so he prioritized that. He surveyed the hustle and bustle and chose the shortest route with the fewest refugee ships on it. He entered the coordinates into the computer and then contacted all the ships that were in the way on that route.  =/\="Katra Station to Xhelosian ships. Please move to the coordinates I am now transmitting." =/\= As he spoke, he typed on the console with his right hand - the computer would now send each of the ships a set of coordinates it had calculated for each of them to make way for the Starstalker.

A couple of minutes passed and Peter was glad that everyone had followed the instructions. Discussion would have been troublesome.  =/\="Starstalker, the way is clear. I'll send you the route out to the Oort Cloud and then you can step on the gas." =/\=

Then it was time to comply with the second part of his order.  =/\="To all Xhelosian ships. If you need technical or medical assistance, report. Istructions will follow." He tapped on the console to reserve a part of the display for all ships that would respond and would then be listed with registration, passenger count and position. That would help him to coordinate with Engineering, Flight and possibly Medical.


As A'Thaton listened to the comms chatter from operations to the rest of the traffic outside, he did a quick sensor sweep to confirm there was no traffic loitering on his intended course. He then waited a couple beats to respond to allow some other ships respond back to ops; even with multiple sub-space channels, it was an annoying pilot that stepped over others transmissions.  =/\= "Starstalker to Ops, way is clear confirmed, route to Oort cloud received and will comply with flight directions until exit point." =/\=

"Increasing to full RCS speed for launch, co-pilot please confirm flight course and prescribed speeds." He said as he pointed the dark nose of the Starstalker toward the opening docking bay doors and floated out into the open space ahead.

<USS Starstalker - Near Katra Station - Enroute to Oort Cloud Exit Point>

The launch of a ship in busy traffic at a dock was always a time to be careful: most starships navigating open space never had to get within so much as 2,000 kilometers to each other, indeed sensor contact distances were incredibly farther than that; however, at a space dock every ship was well within that 2,000km distance to each other with the capacity to cause serious damage if they rammed into each other at even low impulse speeds. A'Thaton, for his part, kept strictly to the prescribed course out from traffic and toward the Oort cloud. He also kept an eye on his passive navigation panel as well as his eyes looking out the cockpit window; searching for any sign that traffic was violating his flight path or in danger of colliding with him. "Co-pilot watch the sensors actively for any anomalous activity in traffic please." A'Thaton instructed as he focused on the immediate bubble of traffic around him and trusted his co-pilot to alert him to a danger or other problem on the other side of the station or in the farther distance.

 
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #157 on: September 18, 2021, 04:48:24 am »
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There were many things  that Cat was grateful for at her time of life.

Being alive; not being trapped in the vacuum of deep space with limited oxygen supply; a job she loved; her voles.

But at this point what she did love was the fact that the shindig was breaking up.  People were departing and she ensured that she was one of the last more senior staff to leave to show good form but not before filling a plate and then proclaiming loudly to whoever she had been making small talk to that she had something very pressing to deal with and strode from the room with purpose.

No more small talk.  One of her failings (one of many) was always her inability for create and hold small talk with people she didn't really know.  She was always in awe at the Captains range of small talk topics, like he had compiled a cache of them in his Vulcan brain for times like that.

As Cat strolled back to her office she picked at a couple of morsels on the plate she was clutching and soon found her way back to the office.

CoE Office - Deck 2
 
"Hello kids, did you have fun?"  Cat entered her office and smiled at Emily and Peaches the andorian who had been monitoring things for her whilst she had been away.  She quickly scanned the office and her desk for signs of their lunches and general malarkey.  From first glance everything seemed up to speck.

"Hi boss did you have a fun time?"  Crewman rohl Th'rhaatrit, the Andorian Head of the dry docks leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

Nicknames were an important bonding part in her line of work and Peaches; so named because he wasn't as sweet as a peach; took pride in it and took offense if anyone in engineering called him by his actual real name.  She'd tried promoting him since the early days and given up because the man could sulk longer and better than any humanoid alive.  He liked being a crewman he once told her.  It made him sound like he belonged.

Emily; young little innocent Ensign Emily Parker looked genuinely pleased to see her. For one so young and who had been through quite a lot since arriving at the station, Cat was always glad to see that the young woman had not yet lost her child like glee and joy at things.  "ohh you bought..."

"Pudding.. Or things I think are puddings.... Some may be savoury...everything ends up the same shape and texture... Why don't they make little pastry cases filled with things anymore. I can never tell these days" Cat stared at the plate and waved her free hand for Emily to move from her desk.

Cat placed the plate carefully on the table and started to make her way to her small bathroom.  " I'm getting changed, do NOT eat anything until I'm back, I've counted them."

After she'd changed back into her more comfortable workwear she sat at her desk and waved her hand at the plate and watched as the two descended on the offerings like lions and an all you can eat gazelle buffet.

"Oh Ops says thanks for the cake Boss" Cat nodded, cake always went down well with most species.

"I can report that there WAS something interesting.." Cat caught the look on Emily's face ".. No Emily no handsome dashing man tried to sweep me off my feet.. But saying that I want you to stay away from a certain new staff member called Ensign Peter  Dannenberg.. I believe we have a new ladies man on board, a possible heart breaker and ..."

 "Cad?"  Peaches chipped in

"oh yes!  A possible... Cad..."

Emily looked confused. "A cadet?"

Cat rolled her eyes and Peaches let out a snort  "No my dear.  A cad. A rogue...."

"A scoundrel.... A bit of a rascal.  Oh you might have read him wrong boss. He might be the other type.  Does he have black hair like the darkest night streaked with shards of lightning white hair and a brooding air Boss?"

The two women stopped and looked at him.

Peaches shrugged "Biscuit likes to read those old Terran romantic novels Boss; there's always a young innocent woman running around terrain in incorrect outerwear;  a brooding older bloke holding a secret whom she is nannying some kids for and a cad or two in them.  Maybe he's the more brooding silent type?"  he popped something in his mouth and leaned on the wall as he chewed.

"No, definitely not silent, that's for sure, just.. Be careful Emily I don't want to have to deal with him if he tries anything on or breaks that young heart of yours...Right! What's cocked up while I was making small talk?."

Peaches picked up his padd and began to read "Replicators are playing up in the Blue Belles' gentleman's club on Deck 14... Got a team down there now and also just had a call from the Pub as well... Might be a faulty relay linking the two.  Amazing how many of the boys wanted to help with the blue belles job Boss"

Cat raised an eyebrow.

".... We got issues with the public bathrooms on Deck 12 as well; of the more unpleasant kind. Shut them off to the public. Looks to be like worn out processing chips; got some guys from waste there now but a few complaints coming in."

"And one last thing the showers in a few of the family quarters are starting to play up as well. I've listed them in order of largest family first so they take priority."

Cat sighed and rubbed her chin "Wouldn't surprise me, some of those things have been on their last legs for a while.  Right, keep the public restrooms closed; people can just use their own or other shop facilities until we get it fixed.  She's an old girl.. "Cat patted the wall "....things are going to break".

Cat was going to tell them about the gate but that meant mentioning the Thinkers and this was neither the time or place or her rank to do at this time.  Plus she didn't want to spoil the mood. She stood up instead.

"Righto! Emily; stay here and monitor until Gus comes in for his shift. Peaches; let's go see what really goes on behind the doors of a Gentlemans club..."

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #158 on: September 18, 2021, 08:33:08 am »
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
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=/\= "Starstalker to Ops, way is clear confirmed, route to Oort cloud received and will comply with flight directions until exit point." =/\=


=/\= "Acknowledged, Starstalker." =/\=

Peter followed the Starstalker's path through the alley of incoming refugee ships as the area of the display reserved for feedback from Xhelosian ships in need of assistance began to fill. He suspected the list would quickly grow longer as ships arrived that had less power and were probably in worse condition. He sorted the list by type of problem and then began calling the departments.

 =/\= "Ensign Dannenberg to Engineering and Medical. We have a number of ships and people, respectively, that need assistance." He typed on the console to send a copy of the list he had on his Ops console. "Engineering, I could direct the ships to the drydock area so you can work outside of the hustle. Medical, should the patients be sent to sickbay on Katra or to the Kir'Shara Medical Outpost?" =/\=

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #159 on: September 18, 2021, 10:13:03 am »
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=/\= "Acknowledged, Starstalker." =/\=

Peter followed the Starstalker's path through the alley of incoming refugee ships as the area of the display reserved for feedback from Xhelosian ships in need of assistance began to fill. He suspected the list would quickly grow longer as ships arrived that had less power and were probably in worse condition. He sorted the list by type of problem and then began calling the departments.

 =/\= "Ensign Dannenberg to Engineering and Medical. We have a number of ships and people, respectively, that need assistance." He typed on the console to send a copy of the list he had on his Ops console. "Engineering, I could direct the ships to the drydock area so you can work outside of the hustle. Medical, should the patients be sent to sickbay on Katra or to the Kir'Shara Medical Outpost?" =/\=


[Katra - Medbay]

=/\= Dr Xiiv from Medical, here. I'd say half and half, that way we're not full to capacity. Kir'Shara Medical Outpost should be able to take in half without overloading them as well. =/\=

"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for arrival," she said, turning to her team. "Let's get these refugees treated quickly and with great respect. Remember, we're their first contact with our many different species, let's keep that in mind while we're treating them." 
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #160 on: September 18, 2021, 10:57:59 pm »
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
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=/\= "Acknowledged, Starstalker." =/\=

Peter followed the Starstalker's path through the alley of incoming refugee ships as the area of the display reserved for feedback from Xhelosian ships in need of assistance began to fill. He suspected the list would quickly grow longer as ships arrived that had less power and were probably in worse condition. He sorted the list by type of problem and then began calling the departments.

...

<USS Starstalker - Near Katra Station - Approaching Oort Cloud Exit Point>

"Approaching marker 05, clearing station traffic area in three, two, one: mark 5 achieved, accelerating to impulse speed now." A'Thaton narrated as the wide expanse of space stretched across his window and upon the navigational panel in front of him. "Now on impulse course to Exit point, activating baffles in full." The Starstalker rapidly raced away from Katra station and the planet it warded and it increased in speed dramatically.

With mostly open space and traffic rapidly slipping behind him, A'Thaton began his astronavigation checks for his course. The course to the Oort cloud exit point was already prescribed, but A'Thaton began to work out the optimal straight lines to lead him to the first sensor contact of the refugee fleet the Katra had: the point and tip of his cone of possible routes of entry. If the briefing was to be believed, following the wake of the fleet should lead him slowly to the smallest hope the Federation-in-Isolation had for possible return to the home quadrants; at the very least, finding out a possible new FTL lane of travel to even more distant stars to be explored and surveyed. "Course A'Thaton zero-zero-three is now entered into computer, verify." he said to his co-pilot as he focused on increasing speed to approach the distant inside edge of the Oort cloud. "Alright Starstalker, let's see you live up to your name." He thought to himself as he powered up the warp engines; being cautious to maintain a sterile cockpit while he was still being wary of the Starfleet patrol traffic that was surely picking its way across the globe of security around Meridian its guardian Katra Station.

 =/\= "Starstalker to Ops, accelerating on course to warp 6. Will be adhering to silent protocol at this time. Have a good day."  =/\=

He then tapped the warp engage contact and suddenly tell-tale streams of warp drive streaked across his window. A'Thaton remembered his training flights with the new Fleming class to make sure he was rated to be a familiar pilot with the new shipframe: but he still had to drive down the mild anxiety he had when he saw that his ship was moving at middling warp yet wasn't glowing like a beacon on sensors. On any other ship or shuttle in the fleet it would've been a sign of a computer failure or some strange anomaly baffling his sensors: but the Starstalker zipped across space but barely betrayed its passage to even the most astute observer. "Now at warp 6, ETA to inside Oort cloud position: 21 minutes."

As the Starstalker stalked its way toward the edge of Katra's tight sensor grid, A'Thaton kept an eye on his nav panel to ensure the ship was adhering to the course he had set. After lowering their sensor profile of the ship so drastically, following the course as Ops instructed was key to ensure he didn't accidently cross the warp path of his fellow pilots patrolling about the system. As alert as he expected himself and co-pilot to be for their exit of the Meridian system, A'Thaton knew there was still the far more perlious search ahead. With recent combat action near the station and the possibility of encountering a hostile advanced civilization in open space in a small craft: A'Thaton knew his only real tactic when encountering a hostile ship was to make like a hole in space and slip away. The Caitian found himself smirking just a little.
"The Hardest Work Is Done By Those You Rarely See" ~A'Thaton

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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #161 on: September 19, 2021, 11:29:20 pm »

Katra Station - 48 hours later

Solluk exited his ready room, completing the twentieth disappointing conversation since the refugees had arrived. 

Katra's facilities- and those on the planet below- were being strained to their maximum capacity.  Few of the refugees had critical needs, but so many needed something.  Among millions of people, no emergencies were needed to create a strain on resources.  The common illnesses, bumps, scrapes, and deteriorations of age were enough to require hundreds of sickbay visits each day.  Never mind the maternity ward, which had fielded twenty births in the short time the refugees had been here.

Solluk even suspected that some of the Xhelosians were visiting the medbay for no other reason than a change of scenery.  After spending so long on their ships, many were desperate to stretch their legs on new ground.  Anywhere different would do, even if doctors were poking and prodding them.

The drydock had been similarly kept busy attending to the myriad repairs the refugee fleet needed.  So many ships were here, and none of them had been prepared to evacuate citizens across such an expanse.  The ships were simply whatever the Xhelosians had available when the crisis came.  Many were in poor repair, and needed help to continue housing their passengers safely.

Discussions at New Bajor had become bogged down between the Federation and planetary governments.  The New Bajor colonists did not want to take all of the refugees.  The Federation Council- temporary and toothless- did not feel free to push the issue.  They could not afford to upset their hosts, as there were no other Federation assets they could call upon to enforce their decisions.

None of the ambassadors on station had been willing to take the Xhelosians into their governments' territory.  Even the New Republic of Kahless- filled with more compassionate Klingons- had been loathe to strain their resources by taking in so many at once.  There was only one government left to speak to.  The Celestial Harmony's ambassador was away on some assignment from their government.  Solluk had sent a message, but hadn't heard back yet.

He wasn't hopeful.

Solluk had learned for himself that it was easier to use compassionate language than to actually devote resources to compassionate action.



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USS Starstalker - Several Light-Years from the Trialus System


The Starstalker had made good time in the two days since their departure.  Subspace topography was a thing that could be used to great advantage if you knew how, multiplying warp effectiveness in places the layers of subspace moved closer together, or subspace eddies could carry a vessel forward.  The crew of the Starstalker were exactly the experts needed to take advantage of such natural phenomenon.  Now, the ship was nearing the coordinates of what the Xhelosians had called 'the Trantalus gate.'



The structure was floating in the deep space between systems, outputting a very small sensor profile despite its size, and might not have been discovered for many years had the Xhelosians not communicated its location.  It was two kilometers tall, and had about that same distance between its pronged 'gates.'  Sensors would show that the structure was hundreds of years old, at least.  Only at close range could it be known that the structure thrummed with energy, a Tetryon-Pumped Quantum power core operating at its heart.  Whoever had built this thing, they had possessed formidable technological prowess.  Efficiency was a hallmark of its architecture, even to ensuring that almost no energy seeped from the power core during its operation.





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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #162 on: September 20, 2021, 01:13:45 am »
<USS Starstalker - Near the Trantalus gate>

"Target spotted on sensors, reducing to RCS speeds, just going to drift and make a like a bit of debris in space." A'Thaton narrated as he brought the Starstalker to an almost derelict tumble through space; all the better to fool any visual sighting of his craft and keeping the Starstalker on its metaphorical toes to move if they needed it to. With the standing order of maximum stealth, every little bit of caution and care was warranted in A'Thaton's mind: even if he did appear to be an over cautious Caitain to his co-pilot.

As he reviewed the sensor data he wondered at the apparatus that hung in space near the Starstalker. He then touched a contact on his console. "Encoded Mission Log, Starstalker Mission Sigma-Alpha-Gamma-nine-two-zero, stardate appended by computer. After days of rather careful travel we have encountered the target structure as suggested in briefing file." He then attached the sensor data to the log as Reference File SA-01. "As noted in file Sigma Alpha zero one,  structure found in between systems, with minimal sensor profile, friendly intel vital to its location.  It appears two kilometers tall, and approximate same distance between its prongs, what could be supposed as 'gates.'  Sensors indicate target is centuries old, at minimum.  Close range scans suggest target operates with a Tetryon-Pumped Quantum power core.  Given high level of advancement of target structure, the builders of such a device must be of a high technological sophistication. Primary focus of structure is efficiency to such a high degree that nearly no waste energy is noticeable. End Log."

A'Thaton sighed as the structure slowly tumbled along the false horizon of his cockpit window before he glanced down at his sensor readings to try internalize the gate. From the briefing he had a concept of the thing in his mind, even encountered some strange things over his years on the Yeager, but this was an altogether different coat of a Caitian. He sat back in his chair and looked at his co-pilot briefly. "Mission profile says we're supposed to keep trailing the route home. But I'm not going to lie to you, this is a xeno-transit system. If we're lucky, all we need to do is just approach at speed and ride the lane. If we're not, we may need some sort of verification code our friends may have forgotten to tell us. Or, the tracks are closed. But, briefing says all they did was just fly in and then fly thru. Automated system. So, that's what we're going to do." He then looked back to his flight panel. "Normally, I would check in with command, but given the high stealth nature of our approach, I do not think we can safely break silence at this time." A'Thaton was saying what he and his co-pilot already would know; but somehow it helped him prepare for what he was about to do: that terrifying step into the truly unknown. "I am making mission lead decision that if we see the Gregari on sensors and I have any whiff they have seen us, I am turning us around and ending the mission. Intel is best delivered by those who collected it after all. That said, we have adversity in the way of our stars: so let's push past it and get on with the mission."

Having briefed his co-pilot and made log for the record both formally and informally, A'Thaton gently arrested the tumble with his bow pointed toward the gate. "Craft is now stable and at full stop. On course to enter the gate." A'Thaton took a deep breath. "Yellow alert, no shields unless we know we are compromised. Engaging on course, warp 6." And he warped toward the mouth of the gate. As he warped toward the gate, he wondered, would he be briefing Saxon about the wonderous gate he had hurled them into; or instead, would it be the shuttle's computer and the logs he left behind.
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #163 on: September 20, 2021, 04:21:05 am »
<Alpha Quadrant - Deep Space Nine - Conference Room>

Rear-Admiral Amanda Matthewson wished she could put her head in her hands.

It would certainly solve to remove those that sat around her from sight, but did nothing to drown out the din. Wearily, she realised the youthful, but ancient, wisdom of her daughter had provided the best solution situations such as these: scrunching up eyes, sticking fingers in ears, and shouting 'la-la-la' very loudly until it went away.

Being demoted to Ensign was worth it, surely?

But no. She was here because more was at stake than her sanity. Or patience. War was brewing once again in the Alpha Quadrant. On the horizon because of the disappearance of one of the most unique anomalies known to any spacefaring civilisation.

Certainly one of the most important.

The Denorios-Idran Subspace Conduit - otherwise known as the Bajoran Wormhole, the Celestial Temple of the Prophets, Eye of Destiny, the Great Economic Express, a Royal Pain in the Backside - had disappeared from virtually every sensor with little ceremony. The Science teams on board this station, who had the greatest experience of this damn wormhole just past the windows, said that its vanishing had followed a massive increase of some particles the Admiral had very little interest in remembering. Her interest was in preventing the various powers from blaming the Federation... Everything had been tried so far, but nothing had worked; it was, as it was explained to her, as if it had never existed.

"-clear that the Federation still wishes to secure exclusive trading rights with the Dominion", proclaimed Chief Market Manager Glum, from the Ferengi Alliance, their tiny, clever eyes boring into the skull of Amanda. She glared back. "That is utterly ridiculous". Her own blue eyes bore back. "It's not as if we can turn the wormhole back on whenever-"

"We only have your word for that" came the less piercing voice of Admiral Valon of the Romulan Free State - all but the Star Empire yet without both - but that was no less penetrating. "The Federation has a reputation for...shall we say..." she trailed off, and Matthewson did not believe for a picosecond this was down to a simple lack of vocabulary.

Her suspicions were immediately confirmed. General Tamar of the Klingon Empire exploded with indignation, presumably unaware that his Romulan counterpart had set him up to complete the verbal accusation. "-deceit!"

She was not about to let that pass. "I take great offense at that, General. Admiral", ensuring her words were directed to both the agent provocateur and the unwitting partner. The Klingon bristled, but did not interrupt. "The Federation is not in the habit-"

"-of being found out", the Cardassian Legate, Bretal, interceded smoothly, with a wry smile. Amanda was sure the senior representative had undertaken personal training with the once-familiar Cardassian leader. "Let us not lie to even ourselves; everyone around this table now knows of the lengths Star Fleet and the Federation will go to justify their goals. We fought a war together, after all."

"Some on different sides" snorted Tamar.

"Quite so" the Cardassian nodded politely, and she least had the decency to look ashamed. "But my people were first ruled by a despot, and then by brutal occupation. After we-"

"How dare do you speak of brutal occupation", spat General Jremel. "The scars of your whips are still felt-"

Matthewson was momentarily relieved at the bickering; it hadn't been a new occurrence to be sure over the weeks, and it hadn't been freshly open wounds. The same topics circled around and around, and whilst it had made for these talks - or more accurately interrogations - it had given the Federation more time to solve their crisis.

Dear lord, she thought to herself, is Bretal right though? Do we capitalise on any means for our ends? After all, Sectio- She shook away the discomfort. She raised her voice in a tone she usually reserved for on a Bridge during Red Alert. "Everyone, we're getting nowhere-"

"A bit like the Gamma Quadrant", muttered Glum.

She ignored him, but the room settled down to look at her; with a mixture of expressions. "Once again, the Federation has not not cut you off from the Gamma Quadrant. Something has happened to the wormhole, and we're doing all we can to re-open it. Don't forget, we have our own people trapped 90 thousand light years away."

A cacophony of replies reached her at once.

"Coincidentally with traitors to the Empire! Perhaps you wish to form an alliance with the Republic!"
"A diplomatic and strategic head start, wouldn't you say?"
"A monopoly of trade opportunities!"
"A Quadrant-full of resources to further the Federation's continued aims to be the undisputable dominant force in the galaxy."
"Cutting us off from our very religion.."

The last one cut through the rest, and everyone stopped to look at the Bajoran, who continued without missing a beat. "You all look at the Celestial Temple as something to be exploited. A throughway to your next scrap of stars to fight over. But you forget, the Prophets live within the Temple. You may have lost access to the Gamma Quadrant, but we have lost something far, far greater."

He stood, and for the fist time in a long while, Amanda had a sinking feeling. "At this time the Federation", he said, his face a mask, " is sitting here, in our space, and your welcome is rapidly wearing thin." Bajor was, quite rightly, affiliated with the Federation but even today there was a strong public push back against their joining proper. That was not to say the benefits of Federation membership was not available - for instance, Bajorans joined StarFleet Academy - but full, political integration was still some way off; the thought of fully merging with a monolithic organisation - after so long an occupation where their identity had been crushed  - was still just too much, just too soon. To many, it was one small step away from a cultural occupation. "If the Temple is not re-opened in 40 days", they said with real conviction, "make no mistake you will be expelled from our space as you were an Occupying force. And the Bajoran Government will seek new partnerships; those who have a more vested interest in doing so."

The Rear Admiral couldn't help her jaw from dropping. "You would side with...". Her brain screamed to put the engines in full reverse.

All eyes turned to her. She was tired. She was exhausted. And she was frustrated. And now she was in the firing line. "...With...?" prompted Valon, her angular eyebrows raised in askance, and then looked about her peers. "It is as we said - the Federation believes themselves above us all."

She, too, then got to her feet. "I stand with Bajor."

Everyone else followed, and repeated the same. Even the Cardassian Legate. And the Ferengi. The universe spun and Amanda couldn't be sure it was only the lack of sleep. Was this a set-up?

"The Federation has 40 days, after which the Two-Quadrant Alliance will formally sign into existence and for its first act do everything in our combined resources to reconnect Bajor with their Prophets. The Federation will no longer dictate to us all about what we can, and cannot, do."

Matthewson thrust herself to her feet, and barely contained her rage. She shot a look to Tamar. "The Khitomer Accords explicitly prohibits new allianc-"

"Prohibit!" laughed the General coldly. "Do you think the Klingon Empire can be 'prohibited' like some naughty child!?" His tone became less theatrical, and for the first time, Amanda could see the shrewd tactician behind bloodwine eyes. "Circumstances, like battlefields, change Admiral. As do balances of power."

A few moments later, she was alone with her thoughts, none of them pleasant. After staring into space, literally and figuratively for another few moments, she slammed a palm on the table console and the response was near immediate. "Ops, here Admiral."

"Get me the Federation Council. Urgent."

"Yes, Admiral - right away."
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Re: The Wretched Masses - Season 1, Episode 3
« Reply #164 on: September 21, 2021, 09:06:05 am »
Ensign Peter Dannenberg
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=/\= Dr Xiiv from Medical, here. I'd say half and half, that way we're not full to capacity. Kir'Shara Medical Outpost should be able to take in half without overloading them as well. =/\=

=/\= "Acknowledged, Doctor." =/\= Peter then contacted the ships that had been asking for medical help and split them between Katra and Kir'Shara outpost, trying to keep the contribution even. While he did that, A'Thaton's call came in.

=/\= "Starstalker to Ops, accelerating on course to warp 6. Will be adhering to silent protocol at this time. Have a good day."  =/\=

=/\= "Understood, Starstalker. Have a good trip!" =/\=




[48 hours later]

Peter was dealing with the routine of the day on duty; the station was metaphorically bursting at the seams. He had repurposed half of the cargo bays on Deck 20 as accommodation for the Xhelosians that needed or wanted to be on the station for various reasons. The sound of the doors to the Ready Room opening drew his attention away and his gaze rested on Captain Solluk for a moment. He looked somewhat exhausted, no doubt that was the result of the numerous Ambassadors that had been going in and out the Captain's office the whole day.

Peter stood up. "Just about time for a coffee break, Captain", the extrovert young man spoke to Solluk and flashed a smile at him. "What can I get you? A Raktajino maybe?"