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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: it gets real
Stardate 2365.02.11 (Thursday - 42143.8 )
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Main Bridge - 11:02
"Torpedoes away, sir," Berk reported.
Peregrine's systems automatically tracked the torpedoes, but Dio Lasad was quite the capable multi-tasker and even though he had begun to scan for survivors of the attacked vessels, he kept a close eye on the readings being displayed for the "depth charge" barrage. His clean-shaven, smooth face was stoic and calm belying the anxiety he felt inside and the concern that he's was swimming in for those innocents who had suffered the wanton attack.
"First volley," Lieutenant Lasad stated as telemetry indicated the conclusion of their flight. "Bearing zero-five-point-four-five mark twenty-one-point-three-two-five, distance three-two-two-zero-zero-zero kilometers, results... negative."
The Risian could practically feel the collective release of breath at the bad news. He desperately hoped that the second volley had more success and quickly glanced back to the scans sweeping the wreckage. Still no signs of life. Frowning, the senior operations officer returned his attention to the telemetry being returned for the second spread of torpedoes.
"Second volley, bearing zero-seven-point-two-one mark one-six-point-three-three, distance three-two-five-zero-three-seven kilometers, results... negative." He sighed and then caught a new reading. "Wait! Something's happening."
Adjusting the scan strength by dragging the bars in the controls covering the search for survivors down and raising the bars in the torpedo sensor bank, he felt his heart speed its rhythm. "It's her. The Stormspike! She's decloaking. Coordinates, zero-seven mark one-eight-point-two, distance three-two-five-zero-three-six-point-seven.
"Captain," Dio looked up and met Silas' eye. "She's adrift. Engines are off-line as are a number of their major systems. Life support appears to be failing as we speak. There are fewer than five life signs on board and they're weak."
The Captain's face remained stoic, despite the glee he felt inside. "What about her shields and weapons?" Silas asked.
Lasad shook his head. "All offline, sir."
A chirp on his station monitor drew Lasad's attention back to the screen. "I'm also in receipt of a coded transmission that appears to have come from the Stormspike, sir. I'll work at decoding it."
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Silas, for his part, had ridden a roller coaster of emotions. A forty-eight percent chance was far from a guarantee - hell, it wasn't quite equal to a coin flip's chance. Yet those odds were far greater than he had expected, given the task of finding the needle of the Stormspike in a stack of needles that was the Gamera system.
The Captain's heart sank when the first volley turned up nothing, and dropped even further when the second seemed to do the same. But Lasad's delayed reaction caused a fierce joy deep in Drake's heart, though he fought to keep his expression level.
"Excellent work," he stated simply.
Now, the question of who had sent this attacking vessel could finally be answered. With his current orders, Drake could not exactly fly the Peregrine directly to the Stormspike to forcibly beam her surviving crew aboard, but he was also not prepared to simply ignore them.
"Lieutenant Berk," he ordered, "send a six person Security team to Shuttlebay one. Have them take a type eight shuttle and fly to the Stormspike. They can beam survivors out one at a time in order to properly secure them. If the Stormspike brings her weapons back online, they may fire upon her. I would greatly prefer that the crew be taken alive, however."
((OOC: assuming an affirmative response from Berk))
Drake examined the sensor data once again. Every time he considered the issue, the more convinced he became that the Kuldar truly were not behind this attack. "Dio, hail the Coronado, please."
Momentarily, the surly face of Captain Jacobs filled the viewfinder. "What do you want, Mister Drake?" the CO of the Coronado queried in a disinterested tone.
Ignoring the continued slight, Silas responded. "Sir, we have disabled the Stormspike. I strongly believe that it would be far more prudent to capture her remaining crew, and thus prove who his behind this attack, than it would be to complete an attack run of our own at this time."
Jacobs sneered. "You think so, do you? I think that would be a waste of valuable time. Did you know, Mister Drake, that above and beyond the Federation lives that have been lost - those who you seem to assign so little value to - that the majority of the Rytain diplomatic staff aboard the Coronado have been murdered in an explosion? Stop bothering me with your trivialities and begin your attack. Jacobs ou..."
Hands balled into fists at his side, Silas cut the superior officer off. "SIR. This situation is not as simple as it seems. I cannot abide an attack on innocents; this act will ensure failure of our mission. I implore you, sir - delay the attack run for long enough for us to investigate."
Jacobs' face grew even colder than usual. "If we break the attack run now, Mister Drake, the enemy vessels will be better able to organize, or may choose to escape. A decisive victory here will force the Kuldar to capitulate to our demands."
Demands??? Drake's face was incredulous.
"Really, Commander," Jacobs continued. "I have made no secret of my doubts as to your fitness to command. But cowardice in the face of the enemy? Especially such an enemy as this? You surprise me yet again.
Even knowing that the accusations were meritless, Silas felt his cheeks burn, his ears ring at the slur of "cowardice".
Taking a deep breath, the Captain of the Peregrine fought to keep his tone even. "Captain, I must insist that you stop this madness at once. I will not allow you to press this ill advised attack on innocents."
Jacobs snorted. "I honestly do not care what you insist, Mister Drake. This attack run will happen with or without you; there is nothing that you can do to prevent it."
Silas stood in response. Back ramrod straight, iron in his voice, he spoke. "Captain Joshua Jacobs, I find your judgment to be critically impaired to the point of endangering our mission. By the authority invested in me by the United Federation of Planets, I hereby remove you from command of this mission. You will stand down at once and await further instructions. Please do not force me to place Commander Farr in command of your vessel, as well."
A deafening silence fell over the bridges of both vessels. Drake felt his pulse pounding in his ears. Jacobs gaped for several moments before taking his own feet.
"You insolent cur," he spat in response. "I will relish in your court martial. You cannot remove me from command! Not from this mission, and certainly not from my own ship! How, pray tell, do you propose to enforce your lawless declaration?"
His face a mask of ice, Silas replied. "Sir, the Peregrine greatly outclasses the Coronado in terms of combat effectiveness, even when your vessel is whole. In your current state, if you compel me to the use of force, the encounter will be brief and one-sided. Stand down from the attack run now, sir, and await further instructions. Please do not force me to escalate this situation."
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 16:27:24.
Edited on 2017-05-17 at 00:15:10 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: posting!
Bromern, I sent you an email. I'd like a little collab from you using Dio, if you're up for it.
Posted on 2017-05-12 at 13:21:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yeah
Ody, that works for me. I know that Haemis is planning to post for MacTavish at some point, but I have not heard from Berk's player for a couple of weeks now, and that was a "sorry I haven't posted, I have finals, will post soon" that didn't happen.
He's welcomed - and encouraged - to resume Berk at any point, but if you want to NPC him up until that happens, have at it. I'd love to see a Berk post before I go again.
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 12:27:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
I hereby approve these temporary NPC assignments. At the end of this adventure, we will re-assess.
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 11:09:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
I agree; until/unless Yanamari returns, I'm okay with Boo Boo NPCing Doc Moore.
Posted on 2017-05-08 at 23:41:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: post up!
Post is up, let's get this going!
Part one of my post is a copy/paste of something Eol wrote. I felt it was too good to not include.
Posted on 2017-05-08 at 00:30:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: depth charges
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Coronado; Deck 3; VIP Quarters - 1050
The alert klaxon seemed to send vibrations through the ship's hull in much the same way coming out of warp had done, but, where the tremors created by emergence from sub-space had felt like a sigh of relief, those reverberating due to the alarm, now, invoked feelings more akin to panicked anxiety. Staring at the, now, all but empty case on the table before him, the Minister tried to keep his hands clasped together in his lap lest the shakings of the ship seep into his fingers. There was a freshly poured glass of sweet, scarlet nectar sitting next to the case, however, and the longer the klaxon blared, the less the Minister found himself able to resist the liquor's call. With a shuddering breath and a trembling hand, the Minister reached out to claim the glass.
"Strength and honor," he sighed dryly, lifting the glass to his lips, "as if there truly are such things..."
Half the contents of the glass had disappeared down his throat before the door to his stateroom whooshed open, admitting the man whom had been playing the part of the Minister's attaché. "Speaking of strength," the Minister snorted derisively, the glass leaving his lips only for as long as it took to voice the words.
As he strode purposefully through the door, the Attaché shot the Minister a look which straddled the border between annoyance and uncertainty. "Strength and honor," he unknowingly parroted the Minister's words (albeit with more vehemence and conviction) evoking a curt snort from the other man, "The time is upon us."
"Thank you, Pharrul," the Minister sighed in reply, returning the empty glass to the table, "the Coronado's alarms hadn't made that fact quite obvious enough..."
"Are you..?" Pharrul scowled, his eyes narrowing to focus on where the Minister's hand had left the glass and, now, caressed one edge of the case that sat at its side on the low table. The question became an accusation; "You're drunk! Now?!?"
"Hmph," the Minister retorted, his fingers drifting to the case's latch. "Mildly intoxicated, I will admit," he continued, offering Pharrul a not-too-nervous sideways glance as he released the catch, "but suddenly lucid, all at once..."
The attaché's jaw tightened in anger as his mind tried to make sense of any of this. "What in the Sixteen Halls of H'ahsha are you talking about," he growled as he advanced on the Minister, his hands balling into fists. Pharrul wasn't sure if the Minister was simply intoxicated or, perhaps, a bit insane, as well and, at this point, it didn't matter. He'd had enough of the man's flightiness and simpering for the duration of this mission and he would be damned if he would let the fretful little politician derail things at this crucial moment... he'd beat the man stupid first. "I've initiated the timers, Uthrail," he hissed through clenched teeth as he started to draw back a fist, "and I'll not have your sniveling undo any..."
"I know," Minister Uthrail snickered, turning the now open case toward the enraged and advancing Pharrul, "I know you've initiated the timers because, when you did, this made the faintest of chipping noises."
Pharrul stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and the color rapidly draining from his face - inside the case, its timer rapidly depleting, was a single, puck-shaped charge, identical to the others he had planted in the Coronado's Jefferies Tubes just days ago. "Wha... what have you done?"
"Ensured that our brothers aboard the Stormspike won't be the only ones to martyr themselves for this cause," the Minister smiled, pouring himself another drink as the timer sped toward zero. "There's honor in it, I think."
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Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1102
The bridge had devolved into a flurry of chaos as the crew did their best to carry out a barrage of tasks. Jacobs' typical odious nature had drifted into recklessness that bordered on insanity, and Tochi had apparently nearly lost his self control during the exchange.
What to do? Silas wondered. All of the evidence seemed to support that idea that this was some sort of a false flag, some ruse meant to convince them that the Kuldar had launched an unprovoked attack, but the pieces just simply did not add up to support that conclusion. Unfortunately, the ranking officer for this mission was convinced that this cloaked ship truly was acting on behalf of the Kuldar government, and he had given Silas a direct order.
How ironic that a former chief petty officer had yet to even complete her brig sentence for failure to respect the chain of command, yet Drake found himself in a position to likewise question the chain, himself.
On the one hand, Silas had crystal clear orders. If he followed the attack run, he would be protected by the chain of command; Starfleet would hold him blameless, no matter the outcome. But there would be innocent lives lost of he did so; how could he possibly live with himself, knowing that sentients had died due to his failure to stand up to a bully?
And yet, if he did stand up, Drake knew that his days of command would surely be at an end. There would be no NJP for the commanding officer of the Peregrine; he would instead face a full court marital, and would almost certainly be found guilty and stripped of his command - if not discharged entirely from service en route to a prison sentence. Disobeying a direct order, particularly when the order was received during military conflict, earned an extremely dim view from Starfleet brass.
What if Silas was wrong, and Jacobs was right? What if it was, in fact, as simple of a situation as it appeared - what if this was a Kuldar attack? Refusal to follow a direct order, dereliction of duty, cowardice in the face of the enemy... the list of potential charges went on and on.
And yet...
The new chief science officer shook Silas out of his thoughts.
"Captain," Asovil hesitated for a moment before finishing. "I believe I have the Stormspike, sir. There's an absence of dark matter at the coordinates I've just shared with Tactical. It has roughly the same displacement factor as the Stormspike's dimensions." Glancing up from her console to meet the captain's gaze, she licked her lips. "There's a forty-eight percent likelihood that my readings are the enemy vessel, sir. According to the computer, that is."
"Outstanding work, Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas!" the Captain exclaimed.
"We have course corrections for those coordinates already laid in, Captain," Lieutenant Zai added, his gaze pausing only for the briefest of instants on the Andorian CSO as his head turned to regard Silas, "Should we proceed with intercept?" He arched a quizzical brow as his eyes met Drake's, then, and he considered his words for a moment... "Or would you rather we form up on the Coronado per Captain Jacobs' orders?"
Silas had less than a breath to have formed a reply but, despite that negligible span of time, Tochi felt it more than enough to interject and offer his own opinion as Drake's Executive officer. "For what it's worth, sir; we believe an assault run against the Kuldaran forces is ill-advised at this point, especially if we might intercept and disable the Stormspike and, thereby, with luck, reinforce any evidence that this is not a coordinated Kuldaran ambush..."
"I assure you, Lieutenant, that it is not," D'Lar offered emphatically, "The Stormspike, as far as any of my people are aware, has been missing and a derelict for generations. If we were to have planned an insurrection such as this, we would have brought more capable ships!"
Lieutenant Zai's gazed skipped from the Kuldaran Ambassador and back to Silas once more, the expression on the Trill's face echoing one that might have appeared on Kasru Zai's when she undoubtedly believed what she was hearing to be true. "We follow your orders, Captain Drake," Tochi said, then, "not Jacobs'. Tell me where to be, sir..."
Silas frowned as he stroked his chin. This was easily the most important decision yet of his career. Unfortunately, neither choice seemed to offer smooth sailing - it would appear that he would have to select the lesser of two evils (or, at least, an evil he could live with).
Depth charges. The thought sprung to Drake's mind. In ancient history, when submersible vehicles first came onto the scene, they were the terror of surface ships, which could not detect them beneath the waves. Those ancient navies had discovered that tossing explosives into the water near where a submarine was believed to be located could damage the submersible, force them to surface - if not destroy them outright.
That same concept could work here.
A crooked grin touched the corner of the Captain's mouth. "Depth charges," he spoke simply, vocalizing his inner thought.
Drake took a deep breath. "Lieutenant Zai, lay in a course to form up with the Coronado, and engage at one quarter impulse." The Captain saw the incredulous look begin to creep across his XO's face, so he continued. "In the meantime, Lieutenant Berk, analyze the data from Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas. Compare the last known position of the Stormspike and extrapolate her current speed and vector. Use the computer and come up with the most probable locations, then prepare two full spreads of photon torpedoes to detonate five kilometers from those positions; I think that a ten isoton payload should be sufficient. With any luck, we'll find the Stormspike, and disable rather than destroy her. If this works, we'll adjust the plan as need be."
((OOC: assuming Berk agrees/complies))
Glancing back at Tochi, Drake continued in a firm tone. "Lieutenant Zai, I appreciate your support more than you can know. However, as both your friend and your commanding officer, I cannot allow you to repeat the behavior you exhibited during our last call with Captain Jacobs. Lieutenant, unless you are directly addressed, you will be silent during such communications in the future, is that abundantly clear?" The Captain's expression and voice softened a bit. "I'm a big boy, Tochi; I can fight my own battles. You standing up for me will only end in reprimands or worse for you. Be silent from here on out, that is an order."
That said, Silas looked back to his Tactical Chief. "Mister Berk, assuming you have those firing solutions, you may fire at will."
Posted on 2017-05-08 at 00:29:35.
Edited on 2017-05-08 at 00:33:39 by t_catt11
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Topic: Ummm... yeah....
Subject: DUDE
IT'S THE GRUGGLES!!!!
Posted on 2017-05-05 at 10:00:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
It was fun to read, no doubt!
I'm gonna get my own post up.
Posted on 2017-05-01 at 23:17:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: nice
Looking forward to it!
Posted on 2017-05-01 at 10:12:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: and now, it gets interesting...
Now we really have a quandary. Drake has very clear orders, but has strong reason to believe that those orders are fatally flawed.
It's funny - when I laid out the plot for this adventure, the whole Captain's Mast subplot wasn't on my horizon whatsoever; that came about organically from some really nice role play. However, as it turns out, I couldn't have written it better had I tried.
Through the NJP, we explored why chain of command is so important, and we dealt with the zero tolerance attitude that has too accompany it. Only now... what does Drake do?
If we follow orders and attack the Kuldar, there is little real risk to the ship, seeing as how we so thoroughly outclass them. A great victory will be won... and many innocent lives will be lost. If the Kuldar truly are not behind the attack, they will rightfully see this as unforgivable aggression by the Federation, and any chance of peace in the region is over.
If we disobey, Drake risks command, career, and freedom.
And what if this is an elaborate ruse? Or is *is* a Kuldar action, just a black ops type event as opposed to the normal KDF knowing about it? What if there is a splinter group trying to sow discontent and derail the peace process?
What if this is a third party, like the Romulans or Ferengi? How does that impact things?
There's a lot to think about...
Posted on 2017-04-26 at 13:11:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: the plot thickens...
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1056
Captain Drake barely had time to process Lieutenant Zai beginning his thought when Berk interrupted with news of the explosion aboard the Coronado. Silas felt an inexplicable anger wash over him at the report of the damage, felt his hands ball into fists at his side. While he was certain that the cloaked vessel was not directly responsible for the attack (Tochi again seemed to agree), only a fool would presume that the events were unrelated.
"Captain," the voice of Lieutenant Sh'iraolnas called out. "With your permission, I would like to polarize the hull. If the Stormspike has the means to attack from a cloaked position, we need to ensure that we aren't taken by surprise. Polarizing the hull will help sturdy the Peregrine's structure against energy attacks among other things."
Drake nodded in response to the ingenious suggestion. "I see no evidence that they actually fired on the Corondao, Lieutenant, but discretion would be the better part of valor, here. Make it happen."
With a moment to take a breath, Tochi spoke up again. "We might also add, Captain," he said, his gaze framing Silas and the Ambassadors, now, "Our observations suggest that neither the Kuldaran or Rytainian fleets reacted as if they had any foreknowledge of the Stormspike's attack. Neither have we seen any evidence that the explosion aboard the Coronado is the result of weapons-fire..." He scowled as his gaze panned slowly from D'Lar to Threel. "...If you don't mind our saying, sir," the Trill offered, levelly meeting Silas' eyes, now, "We believe that D'Lar is speaking the truth..."
Drake double checked the displays; Tochi was, of course, correct in assessing the situation. Both fleets were forming as if the attack were unexpected, as if they were the targets of the actions. Why would the Kuldar send one vessel and not follow up with the might of their fleet?
The Captain nodded in assent. "Lieutenant Zai, I believe that you are correct. I won't yet venture to guess who is behind this attack, but it seems highly unlikely to be an act of the Kuldarian government... though I presume that we are, in fact, expected to believe that it is."
The words had barely passed Drake's lips when Threel shot to a standing position. "This is an outrage!" he bleated behind a clenched fist. "My people are savagely attacked, murdered in a filthy Kuldarian sneak attack, and you would absolve them of this crime?"
Crimson rage bubbled across the Captain's countenance for a brief moment. "Ambassador Threel, I am quite certain that I did not stutter when instructed you to sit and be silent. You have become a major distraction, and a lack of focus could cost lives." Drake's gaze settled on Threel's escort. "Petty officer, escort the ambassador to his quarters at once, please, where he will remain until danger has passed. If he resists, stun him and drag him to the brig."
Petty Officer Brady nodded and stepped close to the Ambassador. "Aye, sir," he replied.
Threel was livid enough for spittle to form at his lips. "How dare you! I have status! You have no right! I will see that..." as the escort reached for his arm, Threel jerked away, and Drake nodded. When the security officer reached for his sidearm, Threel blanched, hung his head, and allowed himself to be led to the turbolift.
As the duo stepped off of the bridge, Silas tried to not think of the fact that he had likely just signed the papers forfeiting his command - if not an actual court martial. But now was not the time to worry about hurt feelings, even if they did represent governments - there were lives at stake.
He spoke up. "Mister Lasad, Mister Sh'iraolnas - find me that frakking ship."
Suddenly, Dio spoke up. "Captain, the Coronado is hailing us."
Silas nodded. "Put them onscreen."
The main viewscreen display shifted to that of the Coronado's bridge. Captain Jacobs, looking rather harried, was the focal point.
"Mister Drake," he spat in his icy accent, "what exactly are you doing? You have failed not only to secure the rendezvous zone, but you have also allowed harm to come to my ship!"
For a split second, Silas was rendered speechless by the audacity of the ranking officer. "Sir," he protested, "our sensors indicate that your damage came from an internal explosion, not from an attack. And we were hardly prepared to deal with a cloaked vessel here..."
Jacobs cut him off. "Clearly, you should have been so prepared, Commander. And now, this entire summit is about to devolve into a bloodbath! What is your plan of action?"
Captain Drake took a deep breath before speaking. "Sir, we are en route to the last known position of the attacking vessel, and will deal with her when she decloaks. Given the damage you have suffered, perhaps you should withdraw to a safer location until the threat is dealt with?"
The older officer actually chortled. "Hardly. Let alone the fact that I will not turn tail and flee from the likes of these, where would you have me go? Into the asteroid field and further ambush? To a space station of unknown allegiance? No, we will stay where we are. Form up on us and protect this vessel. Prepare for an attack run against the Kuldarian forces."
Silas actually found himself speechless for a moment. "An attack run? But sir, we have excellent reason to believe that the Kuldar are not behind this attack! If we fire on their vessels, it will be a clear act of war."
Jacobs growled in return. "Mister Drake, don't be an idiot. A Kuldarian vessel has attacked two other ships, to say nothing of the damage we have sustained. Federation lives have been lost, the initial act of war has already been committed. You have your orders, show some respect to the uniform and follow them. Jacobs out."
With that, the connection was cut, and the view returned to the situation outside.
Posted on 2017-04-26 at 01:04:37.
Edited on 2017-04-26 at 01:05:25 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: well, rats
I hate to skip Brennus, as Berk has so much he can do; his department is obviously right in the middle of this.
That said, it's been more than a week since I posted, and I don't want the game to be stagnant. So I'm going to go ahead and post and bump things along; we can edit to account for Berk, if necessary.
Note for engineering: all systems seem to be nominal; no sabotage is evident. Recall that before we took the ambassadors aboard, we put in security protocols (force fields, guard personnel), and the ambassadors each got 24/7 escorts.
The Coronado was not as thorough in their preparations, and they had quite a few more representatives and staff to account for than we did. It's pretty easy to watch two people on a ship of this size; twenty on a larger ship could be more of a challenge.
Posted on 2017-04-23 at 22:33:05.
Edited on 2017-04-23 at 22:43:39 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: hah
So you are, Brom. I had hoped to have a Berk post, but I'll go ahead and post today, myself.
Posted on 2017-04-19 at 08:22:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: hah
Not superfluous. Maybe just an order to make sure personnel are, in fact, in place?
Posted on 2017-04-17 at 10:29:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yay for posting!
A couple of items:
I'm ready to press forward, but I'd like to see a Berk post if we can get it.
There are already Security personnel deployed to various critical areas of the ship, and there are also containment fields deployed to prevent unauthorized personnel from accessing those areas. Not saying sabotage is not possible, but Berk and company did account for this already back when we took the ambassadors aboard.
Posted on 2017-04-17 at 09:51:09.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: loving it!
I've been waiting for months for this scene to play out. Loving the responses so far, folks!
Posted on 2017-04-13 at 12:45:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: nice
lol @ play one at the Inn.
I think this is a cool plan. I don't see this encounter lasting super long, but this could be an effective tactic.
Posted on 2017-04-13 at 12:05:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yep
Historically, it has been very difficult to detect cloaked vessels. You do sometimes get a "shimmering" effect if at point blank range - i.e. some distortion around the moving edges of the effect - but that's visual only, and we're not that close.
I believe there was a DS9 episode where a cloaked fleet was detected due to what basically amounted to a wave of subspace disturbance, but that was attributed to the large number all going in the same direction, in formation.
In this environment? Heavy metal asteroids super close by, multiple energy signatures due to so many vessels being scattered around? It would be like finding a needle in a stack of needles, even if you know where to look. A clever captain would move at very low impulse and still be able to gain massive tactical advantages. Decloak, attack, cloak, move, repeat.
Also... how dare you WORK?
Posted on 2017-04-13 at 09:54:39.
Edited on 2017-04-13 at 09:54:58 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: nice
I love it when people start thinking out loud.
>Or we could blind fire our phasers in rotating arcs and torpedo the shield impacts but that seems a little reckless.
Yeah, a little. 
Posted on 2017-04-12 at 17:06:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: yeah
I think you are a little ahead of your time on the tachyon thing, but it's worth a shot. As stated above, we won't be able to reliably detect due to the tachyon detection grid not yet being developed - but that doesn't mean there is nothing to be done.
Posted on 2017-04-12 at 12:03:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: info for posts...
Some information about the current tactical situation that may be useful in your posts:
1. The Stormspike is, for all intents and purposes, invisible right now to our scanners. We are prior to the development of the tachyon detection grid (circa 2368 ); as such, we do not possess the capability to track a cloaked vessel.
2. Cloaked ships cannot fire and remain cloaked; their shields are also offline while cloaked.
3. The explosion aboard the Coronado appears to be internal in source - they were not attacked from outside.
4. The data seems to suggest that D'lar's claim could be valid - the Stormspike is clearly heavily modified. Seeing as how it is a much older frame, it does not make a lot of sense that your "secret weapon" would start from a position of inferiority - especially knowing what we know about Kuldar culture.
Posted on 2017-04-12 at 00:11:40.
Edited on 2017-04-12 at 12:02:24 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: out of the frying pan...
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1053
"Captain, they are firing disruptors!" Berk interjected. At that moment, purplish energy bolts ripped out from the decloaked ship and slammed into two of the Rytain ships.
Silas swore vehemently. Fortunately, Lieutenant Zai immediately bent to the task at hand.
"Intercept initiated, Captain," Tochi called out despite having not been asked, his fingers flying over the CONN, "Point and grunt, sir, and we're there!"
Inwardly, Silas grinned darkly. A bit quick on that trigger, aren't we? Technically, course changes should only be initiated by the officer in charge, but seeing as this was clearly the proper course of action, the Captain did not see it worth the mention.
"Get us in phaser range as quickly as possible, Lieutenant," he spoke instead. "I'd rather not fire torpedoes in this situation if I can help it."
Lieutenant Lasad spoke up from the Ops station. "Captain," he spoke, "the attacking vessel is transmitting as the KDF Stormspike, a Kuldarian vessel. It seems odd, though - this ship design is at least fifty years out of date - if not more - and the energy signatures make no sense whatsoever. They shouldn't even have the power plant capable of energizing disruptors of that magnitude, let alone operate a cloaking device." Left unspoken was the obvious point that both disruptors and cloaking technology were both beyond everything understood to be with reach of Kuldarian vessels of any type, let alone ancient ones.
The Ops chief continued with his status report. "One of the Rytainian vessels has been destroyed, Captain. The other is badly damaged. The Stormspke is charging for another volley."
The Captain barked out. "Open hailing frequencies again." "Attention, KDF Spormspike! Cease and desist your attack at once, or you will be destroyed! I will not offer another warning."
Suddenly, the Kuldarian vessel disappeared from the viewscreen and from sensors. "Captain," Berk called out, "the enemy vessel has re-cloaked."
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Ambassador Threel rose from his seat and, shaking with fury, leveled a finger at D'lar. "You and your treacherous kind! There can be no peace while your murderous species continues to consume oxygen!"
D'lar, for his part, seemed utterly dumbfounded. "This is not an official act of my government, I am certain of this. We came here for a true hope of peace."
"Liar!" Threel spat. "Yet another Kuldarian ambush! Who cares if your government made official sanction of this, the murder is the same!"
D'lar took to his own feet and turned his expression on Drake. "Captain, this is not right. I can assure you that this is not a Kuldarian attack. We see the tactical value in ambushes, I do not deny this, but we did not perform this one."
Threel was now drifting into full apoplexy. "Can you never speak the truth, you filthy cur? The evidence is before us, borne in the blood of my people, once again spilled for no reason!"
The Kuldar raised a hand. "Captain, please, I beg of you - listen to me. I know that this is not a Kuldarian attack - my grandsire served on the Stormspike, but she was lost with all hands some forty years ago while on field operations in Rytainian territory. All of her crew were given burials when I was a child. We searched for her for months, but she was never found, and her last transmission indicated that life support had been breached, that all lives were lost."
"Field operations???" Threel shrieked. "You mean, an attack run to kill Rytainian children! Do not disguise your bloodlust behind flowery words!"
Drake narrowed his eyes. "Enough, Ambassador Threel. You will sit down and be silent, or you will be removed from my bridge." The Captain's tone left no room for argument, and a shaking Threel obeyed.
"Hail the Coronado," the Captain spoke. "Captain Jacobs will need to be informed of this intel."
Suddenly, a smaller alarm sounded, and Lasad looked up, wide eyed. "Captain, I'm detecting a significant explosion aboard the Coronado! I'll need to see the official damage report, but it appears that the explosion may have involved their torpedo launcher! Their shields are holding, but are significantly weakened - they are down to sixty-two percent capacity."
Posted on 2017-04-11 at 17:27:44.
Edited on 2017-04-11 at 17:34:37 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: bump
Here we go, more combat!
Posted on 2017-04-11 at 17:26:02.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: awesome
Good to see the post, Brennus! I did take the lberty of two tiny edits - one, I fixed the bolded text, and two, I added "thousand" to the mention of "one hundred fifty kilometers. 
I will try to have a post up this weekend!
Posted on 2017-04-08 at 01:42:39.
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