COMMANDING OFFICER LOG: Andromeda St John

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UFS COMMAND BRANCH – COMMAND OFFICER REPORT
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Name: Andromeda St John Lt Cmdr
Assignment/Division: Command
Stardate: 110514
Location of Incident: Pathfinder Command
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Stardate 091215, Lt Rickover was in deep trouble. He just lost the port engine on his ship. He was doing the best he could to evade the ship behind him, but it was slowly gaining on him now that he lost an engine, it was only a matter of time. His communication unit beeped at him. “Alien vessel, you are ordered to come to a stop and surrender to Kellen Security. Failure to comply will re..” he cut off the rest. “Computer, establish a secure channel to Starfleet Intel”. The computer requested his security codes. He gave them. A few minutes later, the computer came back, “Communications established”. Computer, encrypt file 3745962 and send to Branch Chief of Intel. Priority Black Omega”. The computer made the necessary encryptions and began transmitting.

Elsewhere in the galaxy, a computer screen lit up and began receiving a file. A face looked up and read the security level and took notice. Fifteen seconds later, the transition ended. The screen flashed “FILE INCOMPLETE”. The figure read what little there was. The file was on a race known as Kellen.

Andromeda lay on her bed crying. Her first official day as CO of Pathfinder was not what she hoped it would be. It started when she went to see CMD Valuerius Swansong. Her intent was to keep her Yeoman Lt Mary Cantrell. For some strange reason, the woman had gotten under her skin and she actually liked her. Even though she tried like hell to get her to call her Ma’am, she refused. The Yeoman was held steadfast to protocol. Lt Cantrell had informed her that she would not be able to work for her any longer due to her lack or security clearance. She had transported up to CMD Swansong’s officer and by chance had managed to meet with him.

CMD Swansong was a tall ebony man that had a think English accent. Just the sound of his voice made many of the females swoon. Well, Andromeda had to admit, there WAS something to his voice but this was business. She had pleased her case for the Yeoman. CMD Valerius Swansong listened with interest. When she was finished, he denied her request. He had explained that each Yeoman in the command branch was a specialist at their level and knew how to handle the officer at that rank. Plus, her security level was not high enough to move up to be the Yeoman for a CO.

Andromeda left the office feeling like she had lost her first battle. Defeat was not something she tolerated well. When she returned, Lt. Cantrell was sitting at her desk working on one of many projects. Andromeda called her into the office and explained the outcome of the visit. To her surprise, the Lt already knew and was a bit bummed. Lt. Cantrell had actually hoped to move with her. She actually like working for Andromeda. Life was never boring with her around. Lt Cantrell also informed her that Lt Cmdr Baum wanted to speak with her as she left the office.

Andromeda called Izzy on her private comm channel. When Izzy’s face appeared, she did not look happy. “What is wrong?” Andromeda asked. “Andi, I’m sorry, but you can not be Dean of the Security College. I am reassigning the position to someone else.” She said without batting an eye. “What? Why the hell not”? She asked. “Because you are the CO of Pathfinder now. Because of your new position, you cannot hold a double billet anymore. In fact, you can no longer work with the Security Branch. I am revoking all of your Security code and dropping you from the Security listings. You will no longer be updating on matter concerning the branch” Before Andromeda could open her mouth, Izzy cut off the line. “What the frak? Is this beat on Andromeda day?” she pondered.

Andromeda was deeply hurt. She could not understand why her best friend and adopted sister was being so cold about it. At one time, she was Izzy’s best officer. She and Izzy would collaborate on all matters concerning the branch. Bottom line, Andromeda LOVED security. She had put her heart and soul into branch. She lived and breathed security. This was like cutting off her arm. She made multiple attempts to re-establish contact with Izzy but all she got was a message that she was unavailable. “That frakking bitch, she is ducking my calls”. She then hit the comm button to her Yeoman. Before she could say a word, Lt Cantrell informed her that Lt Cmdr Baum was unavailable for calls and closed the line.

Andromeda sat there feeling very let down by the world, her friends, family, and Starfleet. She only accepted the XO position because she felt she had no choice. There was a vacuumed in the command structure of PRF. The truth of the matter, she would rather be out busting bad aliens and solving than sitting in her officer doing endless amounts of paperwork. Just as she was sitting there, feeling her blood pressure rise. She felt her anger slowly growing. “How dare she. We spent a life together in the other life. She knows I did not wish to leave Security”. Before her anger grew too much, her comm unit buzzed. When she answered, Lt Cantrell reminded her of the mission briefing for today. Andromeda stood and headed for the wall display and grabbed her Bat’Leth. In the mood she was in, someone might loose a head.

Before arriving at the briefing, she stopped by sickbay to get something for her headache. Dr Winslet was honestly shocked to see Andromeda, of all people, enter her sickbay. Dr Winslet usually had to chase Andromeda down with a team from Security just to get her to appear for her check-ups. Before Andromeda sat down, Dr Winslet walked up to her and applied a hypo spray to her neck. “What was that for? I have not even said a word”. Dr Winslet smile and said, “I know that look plus, you are carrying that Bat’Leth of yours. You have NCS”. Andromeda looked puzzled and raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. The Doctor smiled, “That stand for ‘New CO Syndrome’. It is not fatal, thought there are going to be days that you will wish it was”. Within seconds, Andromeda headache disappeared. The relief on her face, the Doctor took her by the arm and said, let us head to the briefing.

The briefing went well. They covered the usually station stuff. She listened to all of the section chief report in on the current projects. Lt Dana Offcourse had been working on several off world project to which she excitedly reported on. Once that was done, Andromeda brought up the last item on her PADD. She turned and looked at her Chief of Security. “Simmy, we apparently have a diplomatic envoy arriving here today. The Diplomatic Corp has been working with a new race known as the Kellens. Command has decided to open negotiation with them and is looking to adding them to the Federation. A cargo shuttle will be arriving this morning. You are to inspect the shuttle and make sure that it is up to our standards. Engineering will help to upgrade any of their systems as needed”. Simmy’s newest officer raised his hand. ENS Adune Snowpaw was a tall striking figure for a male. Dark hair and piercing dark eyes that appeared to bore into you. “Ma’am, what do we know of this race? Is there any background information on them”? Andromeda met his gaze and stated, “From what Command has told me, they are survivor of a Borg assimilation more than a decade ago. Their home world was totally destroyed. What is left of them was on colony worlds that the Borg missed. By the time the Borg did go and look for them, they had evacuated and gone into hiding”. Lt. Dana Offcourse spoke up next, “Ma’am, will there be a chance to do a study on them”? “Let me meet with the leader first. I will see if he is open to a scientific exchange. From my understanding, they have been extremely interested in us. I am sure that you will be able to talk them into something”. With that, the meeting was adjourned and everyone headed to their stations.

Once in Command, Andromeda took up her new station and logged into the Command console. As she monitored her screens, she watched as all of her officers logged in and report their status. Simmy looked down at his console when he saw the reading change. He asked ENS Snowpaw to do a complete scan of the craft as he reported to the CO. “Ma’am, I am tracking and unknown craft entering orbit”. ENS Snowpaw reported that the vessel matched the ship recognition file, as being the Kellen shuttle they were waiting for. “Make contact and have then land on PAD 4 near the beach. Give them a tracking beam to guide them in”. ENS Snowpaw did as he was ordered and assisted the craft until it made a soft landing. At this point ENS Snowpaw secured his station and left to begin his ship inspection. “Simmy, do you think it wise to send a newbie out on his first ship inspection”? Simmy smiled, “Well, what if as a custom, they eat the first person they see in greeting. Do you really want to their first impression to be a tall skinny British Security officer? Beside I recall you throwing me into the fire my first day.” Andromeda smiled and stood at her console with her arms crossed. “I do not recall being so mean to you.” Simmy did a double take, “Ha, you liar. I think my first day was a fire fight with the Orions”. Andromeda smiled, “Oh yes. I do recall something of that nature”. Lt Offcourse did a detailed scan and called the ENS Security officer. “ENS, be advised, I am reading a very high Nitrogen content in their atmosphere. You are going to be respirator before you enter the ship”. The ENS acknowledged and thanks the LT and grabbed the appropriate gear.

ENS Snowpaw arrived at the shuttle and was met by the Captain. His clothes appeared to be old and mostly torn. The Kellen Capt appeared to be tall with a medium build. The one thing that ENS Snowpaw took notice of was the rather large bulbous head and the swirling white and purple skin. The eyes were small and far apart. There was something that made the ENS fell uncomfortable. He could not put his figure on it but he did not trust these people. The ENS was invited into the ship and was guided around. The ENS ran multiple scans and found nothing out of place. When he finished his inspection, he then issue a permit to the Captain and called it in. “ENS Snowpaw to PRF Command. I have completed my inspection. I did not find anything out of the ordinary. They have complied with all Starfleet requirements. Thought, their star map could be updated and they seem to be having issues with their port engine”. The ENS heard his CO’s voice reply, “Understood ENS. I will send Lt Cmdr Dagger and a team to assist them. Command out”. Lt Cmdr Dagger was Pathfinder Chief Engineer. He was excited to be going to meet a new alien race. He was eager to see their technology. Simmy offered to go with him to “Give him a hand”. Andromeda nodded her head and the two of them were off like younglings in a candy store. As they were leaving, the rest of the Pathfinder staff continued their work.

While Andromeda was trying to get caught up on her paperwork, the comm unit sprang to life as an emergency comm beacon was activated. “ENS Snowpaw to Comma <STATIC> attack. Simmy and <STATIC> down. Kel <STATIC>” and the comm went dead. Andromeda did not wait time. “Security Alert all station. Lock down Pathfinder”. In an instant the Command officers of Pathfinder went into action. Dana called out, “I am showing multiple transporter beams. It appears that they have a transporter on that ship and are beaming in troops”. Andromeda looked at her screen as Dana tied her console into the Command console. They all watched, as there was suddenly four teams of Kellens appear. They all split up. Some went to the Welcome Center. Another team headed to the shuttle bay. The last two teams headed for Pathfinder Command. “Locked down the Command building and arm yourselves. This is going to get ugly”. As her staff opened the weapons locker and passed out phasers, Andromeda activated the force field outside of Command. She then opened a fleet wide comm channel, “Pathfinder to any ship of station. Pathfinder has been invaded by an unknown hostile force. We are tracking four teams, two of which are heading for Command. We have unknown number of injuries. Requesting Security and Marine teams”. Within second, multiple replies came in and help was on the way.

Weapons fire was heard outside of Command. The staff looked at the forcefield and the Kellen Commando team arrived. Andromeda Stood and looked at them, “Greeting and welcome to Pathfinder Station. I hope you are finding everything that you need. We always provide the best in service to our guests”. The Kellen leader smiled, if you could call what the alien did as a smile. It held up a device that looks oddly familiar to Andromeda next to the force field. Within seconds, the field was down. Everyone dove for cover. The Kellen team was good. “Too good” Andromeda thought. The team concentrated one taking out one member of Command at a time. Dana went down while stunning one of the Kellen members. Next was Kondrad who took a shot that was meant for Andromeda. Andromeda whirled around fired and dropped one of the Kellen before she took a hit and was down.

An unknown amount of time had past. Andromeda found herself lying on the floor with the rest of her command staff. She tried to sit up but was kicked back down. She heard the leader order one of his men to start downloading anything and everything they could from the computer. Andromeda rolled over tapping her combadge and spoke quietly, “Computer, lockout and purge all command consoles”. She gave her command codes just before being kicked in the face by the leader. “darn you, I wanted those files. I should kill you but we are under orders not to harm anyone”. “Andromeda smiled, oh please tell that to my face. Andromeda was fighting every impulse not to transform and beat the living hell out of them. She had to remind herself, you are not Security anymore. You are the CO. You have to play it right”.

As the Kellen Leader was discussing matter with one of his officers, Andromeda and the rest of the command staff felt a tingle on their skin and the Command deck disappeared and sickbay appeared around them. One of the ENS who had been monitoring the open comm channel, go to the transport outside of sickbay. She managed to sneak up on a Kellen soldier and knock him out with a hypo spray. She then beamed the Command staff out. She took a scalpel and started cutting everyone’s bonds. Andromeda turned in time to see Simmy and Adune walking carrying a stack of phaser rifles. Andromeda smile, “you two known exactly what a girl likes on her first date”.

Now that everyone was free and heavily armed, Andromeda issued orders. “These bastards have disrespected our home. I want them all taken out. Oh and remind me, to order you to set you weapons on stun after we take out these bastards”. Everyone moved out in teams of two. They moved with precision Starfleet training. They swept the building and did not find one Kellen in sight. “Oh frak me, everyone to Command”. They all hurriedly ran in. The room was empty. “Computer this is Lt Cmdr Andromeda St John. Reestablish computer control in Command. Reboot the entire system”. All of the consoles slowly came back to life. “Simmy, get me a reading on where their shuttle is”. Pathfinder to any vessel in orbit, there may be a shuttlecraft lifting off. That ship does not leave this planet alive”. A reply came from a runabout that was responding to the Mayday call reported in. “Pathfinder Command, a shuttle matching your description has already left the planets. One for the Starships went in pursuit of it”. Andromeda smashed her fist and the console when she struck it. Sparks flew everywhere.

An hour later, CMD Swansong stood over Andromeda as a paramedic treated her hand while the rest of the medical team surveyed the rest of the crew. Engineering team began to repair the damaged equipment while Simmy coordinated the SCIS teams. Dana and her science teams where collecting DNA samples, while the Marine/Security EOD team search the base for “gift” that may have been left behind. CMD Swansong with that deep measured British tone of his tried his best to calm a very Keylarion. “Andi, I know this is not how you wanted your first day of command to be, but you kept your people alive. That is all could have asked of you”. She glowered at him, “Someone dropped the ball on this. I want someone’s head and I do not care whose it is”. When the medic was done, she stood and faced her boss. “Sir, I am very sorry that I let yo…” He held up his hand to stop her. “LtCmdr, you did as you were trained to do. You kept them from getting into the computers, you retook your command, and like I said before, everyone is alive. As for heads, you and I both will go in search of one to place on your desk. Right now, I want you to make sure your people are ok and get me a full damage report and a list of what was taken”.

As they were talking, Lt Cantrell walked in. She took notice of the Command center. “Well sir, I will say it again, you never have a dull day. Too bad I will not be able to enjoy more of these”. “Andromeda looked at her and smiled, “Like bloody hell you are not”. She turned to CMD Swansong. “Commander, a word. The CMD looked into Andromeda eyes and knew this was going to be a fight and he was not entirely sure he wanted to be on the business end of her right at this moment”

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UFS PATHFINDER RESEARCH STATION
POST MISSION LOG & REPORT: RELKNOK POST MISSION PART 1

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UFS & PATHFINDER STAFF
Lt Cmdr Andromeda St John CO PRF CMD
Lt Kondrad Hyland CoO PRF Operations
Lt Simmy Star CoS PRF Security
Lt Lans Starsider Talisman
ENS Benjamin Seth Brougham Operations
M Capt Orobin Thor Deputy Commandant Athena
2nd Lt Christian Forsythe Athena Marines
morath landfall Medical


SPECIAL GUEST STAR(S)
MJR Izzy Baum Infantry CO Athena Marines
1st Lt Penney Lancaster Athena Marines
Cadet Aaron Arrowmint Academy Athena Marines
dolphingliderboy resident Athena Marines


There are more. If I have left you out, was not on purpose.

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Incident Summary:

Lt Cmdr Andromeda St John, CO of Pathfinder Station sat bolt upright in her chair as she faced a panel of Admirals. Today was her turn to answer questions during a Board of Inquiry. The outcome of this might lead to a formal Court Marshall. She has just been released from PRF Medical, much to the exception of Dr Sounj Adalia Winslet, the only person that Andromeda trusted to be her medical person. Andromeda had only been conscious for thirty hours and yet, here she was. When she awoken, she saw CMD Swansong along with her Simmy Starr and Kondrad Hyland stand by her bed. With his soothing British accent and manor about him, he had arrived to deliver the bad news. “Andi, listen carefully, very carefully. A formal board of inquiry has been hearing testimony into the attack on Pathfinder Stardate 110612. For the last few days, members of your staff have been question. I am afraid that you go in tomorrow regardless of your condition. Someone above me is pulling rank on everyone to get you in”. The news of this had rapidly cleared Andromeda’s mind. “Sir”, she asked, “Why?” CMD Swansong looked pained as he spoke, “Commander, you need to understand this. ‘Blame has to be assigned’. PRF while under your command was attacked. We have a number of dead officers, cadet, and visiting civilians. On top of that, you activated the self-destruct. There are a lot of questions to be answered and I am afraid, it will be your head”.

Thirty hours later, here she was, sitting next to her JAG counsel and CMD Swansong. If Andromeda was honest, she was scared. Very scared. The last time she faced something like this, it ended with her being exiled from her people forever. To her left was her representative from the JAG office. He was a middle aged Bolian Male named CMD A’Mat. The man had the gift of being able to talk without stopping for hours. Prior to taking the stand, he had told Andromeda, “None of this make sense. There is hardly any evidence that I can find of negligence. I cannot even find out who ordered this inquiry. On top of all of this, you were kept sedated for days. There were people in your room asking you questions while you were heavily sedated. Your doctor tried to order them out, but she was escorted out. She then called your chief of security who beamed with a team. The people were escorted out at the point of a phaser. He never left your side. Lt Starr had guard posted everywhere he could.

The bosin’s sounded and everyone stood to attention as three Admirals entered and took their places. ADM Supek of Vulcan occupied the center chair. To his left sat ADM Bragoon of Intel. To the right of the center chair was the JAG ADM that had come to see her one her second day as XO of PRF. The Admiral in the center chair began the hearing. “Computer, please begin the proceedings”. He ordered. The voice of the computer could be heard clearly. “Stardate 110617 at 0851 hours. This is a classified hearing. Those not holding a security clearance of Alpha-2 or higher must leave”. After a few minute, the computer continued, “This is a formal hearing into the attack on Pathfinder Station which occurred on Stardate 110612. ADM Supek presiding. All may be seated”.

ADM Fitzsimmons looked directly at Andromeda. “Lt Cmdr St John, please stand and raise your right hand”. Andromeda stood and faced the panel. “Do you swear to answer all questions honestly and factually?” Fitzsimmons asked. Andromeda smiled and returned his gaze. “On my honor, I promised to answer truthfully to those questions I choose to answer”. ADM Fitzsimmons looked at the other members on the panel and then back to Andromeda, “what do you mean ‘Those questions you choose to answer’?” “I do not intent to answer any questions that fall outside of the range that pertain to the incident in question”. ADM Fitzsimmons looked coolly at her, “So in other words you are already refusing to answer questions”? Andromeda did not bat an eye, “Are you already saying that you plan to use this hearing to do a fact finding tour, or was it that you were unable to understand my statement?” CMD A’Mat lightly tapped on Andromeda’s sleeve. She ignored him and continued to have a staring contest with the ADM. The ADM said nothing more and began the inquiry. “For the record, please describe the events that lead to the deaths of fifty officers, thirteen cadets and several civilians under your watch” ADM Fitzsimmons ordered. Andromeda looked in him the eye and replied, “I can not. I was not present at each of those unfortunate deaths as I was in Pathfinder Operation coordinating defensive strategies, evacuation, and oh yes, fighting to stay alive myself”. ADM Supek spoke up, “That is a logical statement Lt Cmdr. Perhaps you can describe in detail your encounter with the aliens and you subsequent actions on Stardate 110612”.

Andromeda’s day started off well. The Pathfinder staff had successfully completed a rescue mission the day before, even thought, it was to save that frakking Orion bitch Raven. No matter, she was going to really enjoy interrogation today. She had narrowed down her list for Executive officer to three people. All of which were close friends and people she respected deeply. There were several missions being proposed by the senior staff and she had a list of awards and promotion that she was going to submit for her staff. As she entered the PRF Operations, she met Lt Cantrell and the OIC. Lt Cantrell was holding two coffees. Andromeda was thankful that she had finally gotten the woman to relax and ease up around her. Honestly, Lt Cantrell was grateful that Andromeda wanted her to remain her Yeoman. It took a lot to pull strings and a heated argument with personnel. Also, telling the LT all of the top-secret stuff that was outside of her sphere of influence kind of force command to upgrade her security clearance. The Day Watch OIC spoke up “Ma’am, a ship has landed awaiting inspection. They say that they were led here by the crew of the USS Talisman to get aid, re-supply and repair of their vessel. The OIC granted them landing clearance”. “That is fine. We are here to make nice with the local races”. Andromeda stepped up to her command console and entered her code. “Computer, this is Lt Cmdr St John, begin Evening Watch”. The computer replied, “Lt Cmdr St John is logging in as OIC Evening Watch. Shift beginning 1600 hrs. She looked at her staff around the room to see everyone already at work. She then turned to Lt Cantrell, “Lt come with me to my officer. I need to go over the final candidates for XO. Computer, transfer my command console to my office”. The computer replied, “Transfer complete”. Both Lt Cantrell and Lt CMDR St John entered the turbolift. And headed for her office.

When the turbolift door opened, two strange looking aliens met them. Both were brown and had what could only be described as a ‘wing or fin on their heads. Both had what appeared to be a single eye in the center of their foreheads, wings and very long arms and legs. Andromeda was kind of taken in by their appears. As the CO of PRF, it was her responsibility to extend greetings. “Greetings. Welcome to Path…” she never finished. Both aliens had raised weapons and were going to fire. Andromeda had reach for her weapons but they were not there. Command had ordered her to stop carrying weapons, as she was no longer security. “Computer, seal turbolift and erect a force field”. The computer complied as an explosive concussion knocked Andromeda and Mary backwards. Mary yell, “Computer, intruder alert shots fired, turbolift Baker Three Command floor”. The computer put out a call to Security and Operations. The turbolift started to move to a safe to a safe location. The door opened onto the Operation Center. “I need help over here”. Mary yelled. An officer from Science plus a visiting cadet rushed over. Andromeda was dazed but moving. Mary tried to hold her still without much success. If Andromeda wanted to move, there was little anyone could do to stop her. The officer and cadet came and assisted her to a chair. The Ops Officer gave Andromeda a quick run down. “We have multiple alien moving around the base attacking everyone they encounter. I have already placed the base on Red Alert and had everyone move to safe locations. Security is responding”. Andromeda began barking order in rapid fire.

“Seal Operation and put me on base wide comm channel”. The operations officer tapped in the command and nodded at Andromeda. “Attention all PRF staff. Lethal force is authorized as of now. Defend all civilians, cadets and sensitive areas of the base. Move all civilians and cadets to the bunkers. Send these frakker to the hell they deserve. Command out”. The channel was closed. “Get me Starfleet Command”. When they answered Andromeda advised them of the situation and requested aid. She also advised that she was going to leave the comm channel open so that they could hear the events as they transpired. Starfleet relayed the distress call to the fleet. Everyone responded. The first was the USS Talisman. Pathfinder Actual this is Talisman. Can you describe the aliens”? Andromeda described the aliens in detail and had a copy of the security log sent fleet wide. Pathfinder Actual this is Lt Lans Starsider, be advised, we encountered those alien sometime ago. Energy weapons will have no affect on them. You will need to use chemical firearms. Aim for the forehead where their eye is located”. Andromeda had a though that can to her. “Computer command override all replicator stations way. Begin replicating T116 and ammunition for any PRF staff member and cadets”. She then tapped her comm badge. “St John to all PRF Staff, energy weapons will not work on these alien. Only chemically propelled weapons. All replicator have been reprogram to replicate weapons for you. Just order weapons or ammo. Command out”.

All across Pathfinder, everyone was arming themselves in record number. Replicator had never been abuse this badly before. Cadets were loading themselves down with ammo. More experience officer told them that they had to be able to run with all of that. Some of the large species replicated backpack and carried ammo for some of the smaller species. Lt Simmy Star and Lt Kondrad Hyland coordinated teams defense and evacuations. Once that was done. It was time to hand out the mother of all behind kickings. Then they heard something over the comm channel that felt like cold water hit their veins. “Oh my God, the Commander is bleeding. Emergency, medical teams to Operation. Cmdr St john had been shot”.

Onboard the Space station Athena, M Capt Thor and Lt Major Izzy Baum were just sitting down to dinner. They had been up early that day drilling the new recruits. Izzy had played a sniper in the holo exercise and kept the recruit pinned down while Thor graded them. Each time the recruit though they had a bead on her location, they would advance to find the spot empty. Each time, she would take out a team member from her new location. In the end, she had taken out every single recruit without exception. As punishment for failing they had to run 20 miles with the gravity increased to 1.25 g. with full packs on. Izzy not really being human handle the run with relative ease. As they sat and talked as all new lovers do, the alarm rang. “ATTENTION Alpha and Charlie companies. Battle stations! This is not a drill, standby for deployment orders. Operations to Capt Thor”. Capt Orobin Thor tapped his combadge and replied to the call. “Sir, Pathfinder is under heavy attack by hostile forces. They have an open comm channel and are relaying all information. Remaining alien forces number just under thousand. I’ll tie you in to the live feed. ‘“Oh my God, the Commander is bleeding. Emergency, medical teams to Operation. Cmdr St john had been shot”. Izzy’s heart nearly stopped. A split second later everyone was running for his or her posts. God help the first Marine that slows Izzy down. They all made for the armory and put of their battle gear and then headed for the combat shuttles.

Andromeda sat in her chair as Lt Cantrell and the Cadet managed Andromeda injuries as best as they could. Andromeda demanded to be moved to her console and refused to leave it. She began coordinating with her officer both in OPS and on the ground. The aliens were everywhere. Lt CMDR Nemeth had heard the alert and was flying like the Terran Bat from hell. He had positioned himself above PRF and was relaying a live feed to OPS on the enemy troop movements. Force fields had gone up to protect many of the people still in their apartments, Club Lat, and the more secure areas. What got everyone was that the enemy was not going after any sensitive information. They just simply were looking for people to shoot and kill.
“Thor to Pathfinder, we just broke atmosphere and are inbound ETA 5 minutes. Sending us your tactical info”. Just what Andromeda was waiting for. She called her tactical officer and her him tie in everything that they were getting. Capt Thor switched to a secure tactical channel. “As I see it, we will insert in sector 001 at the beach, and near south end of the base. Izzy and her team will insert in Sector 002 near the waterfalls near you to secure PRF Command and a second ship will insert in the northeast area. I will make contact with Simmy to check his status”. Andromeda was starting to feel dizzy but fought it off. “Very good Capt. Give them hell for us”. Thor smiled and went to work.

The Combat shuttles touched down with precision coordination. Marines poured out and began securing their areas. Once they were empty (except for the snipers), they took off to provide aerial support with the 2nd Space Combat wing. If it was in the air, it had a very short life span. Thor set up a mobile command post and set up shield to protect it. Marines are split into teams of four and they moved out. Meanwhile, Izzy did the same. Both Marine Commands tied into PRF Operations and everyone had the same live information. Izzy led two teams to the PRF building. As they climbed over a small hill, they spotted a group of the Aliens moving towards the building. The race was on. “I want team four to set up sniper positions. Team three, you are with me”. From there, she moved towards the building.

Simmy saw a team of Aliens heading towards the Roddenberry apartments. He took a group of officers and cadet and went after them. Once they aliens were inside, they found that all turbolift had been shut down. The Alien reemerged to find Simmy and company ready and waiting. The alien started firing as the Starfleet team took cover. The alien began climbing the outside walls. Simmy order them to open fire. Bullet rang out and the alien began to fall off the build. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. As Simmy was drawing a bead on one Alien, he heard then felt some whiz past his head. He rolled over to find another group of Alien moving in from behind. He rolled and started shooting as one of the cadets joined him. Both laid down cover fire to give the other enough time to clean the building of Aliens. Simmy heard someone scream and fall silent. He turned to see someone in a science uniform lay dead with a gaping chest wound. Then another of his team went down. The cadet did the best she could but there was too many of them.

END PART 1
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POST MISSION LOG & REPORT: RELKNOK POST MISSION PART 1

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UFS & PATHFINDER STAFF
Lt Cmdr Andromeda St John CO PRF CMD
Lt Kondrad Hyland CoO PRF Operations
Lt Simmy Star CoS PRF Security
Lt Lans Starsider Talisman
ENS Benjamin Seth Brougham Operations
M Capt Orobin Thor Deputy Commandant Athena
2nd Lt Christian Forsythe Athena Marines
morath landfall Medical


SPECIAL GUEST STAR(S)
MJR Izzy Baum Infantry CO Athena Marines
1st Lt Penney Lancaster Athena Marines
Cadet Aaron Arrowmint Academy Athena Marines
dolphingliderboy resident Athena Marines


There are more. If I have left you out, was not on purpose.

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Incident Summary:

Lt Cmdr Andromeda St John, CO of Pathfinder Station sat bolt upright in her chair as she faced a panel of Admirals. Today was her turn to answer questions during a Board of Inquiry. The outcome of this might lead to a formal Court Marshall. She has just been released from PRF Medical, much to the exception of Dr Sounj Adalia Winslet, the only person that Andromeda trusted to be her medical person. Andromeda had only been conscious for thirty hours and yet, here she was. When she awoken, she saw CMD Swansong along with her Simmy Starr and Kondrad Hyland stand by her bed. With his soothing British accent and manor about him, he had arrived to deliver the bad news. “Andi, listen carefully, very carefully. A formal board of inquiry has been hearing testimony into the attack on Pathfinder Stardate 110612. For the last few days, members of your staff have been question. I am afraid that you go in tomorrow regardless of your condition. Someone above me is pulling rank on everyone to get you in”. The news of this had rapidly cleared Andromeda’s mind. “Sir”, she asked, “Why?” CMD Swansong looked pained as he spoke, “Commander, you need to understand this. ‘Blame has to be assigned’. PRF while under your command was attacked. We have a number of dead officers, cadet, and visiting civilians. On top of that, you activated the self-destruct. There are a lot of questions to be answered and I am afraid, it will be your head”.

Thirty hours later, here she was, sitting next to her JAG counsel and CMD Swansong. If Andromeda was honest, she was scared. Very scared. The last time she faced something like this, it ended with her being exiled from her people forever. To her left was her representative from the JAG office. He was a middle aged Bolian Male named CMD A’Mat. The man had the gift of being able to talk without stopping for hours. Prior to taking the stand, he had told Andromeda, “None of this make sense. There is hardly any evidence that I can find of negligence. I cannot even find out who ordered this inquiry. On top of all of this, you were kept sedated for days. There were people in your room asking you questions while you were heavily sedated. Your doctor tried to order them out, but she was escorted out. She then called your chief of security who beamed with a team. The people were escorted out at the point of a phaser. He never left your side. Lt Starr had guard posted everywhere he could.

The bosin’s sounded and everyone stood to attention as three Admirals entered and took their places. ADM Supek of Vulcan occupied the center chair. To his left sat ADM Bragoon of Intel. To the right of the center chair was the JAG ADM that had come to see her one her second day as XO of PRF. The Admiral in the center chair began the hearing. “Computer, please begin the proceedings”. He ordered. The voice of the computer could be heard clearly. “Stardate 110617 at 0851 hours. This is a classified hearing. Those not holding a security clearance of Alpha-2 or higher must leave”. After a few minute, the computer continued, “This is a formal hearing into the attack on Pathfinder Station which occurred on Stardate 110612. ADM Supek presiding. All may be seated”.

ADM Fitzsimmons looked directly at Andromeda. “Lt Cmdr St John, please stand and raise your right hand”. Andromeda stood and faced the panel. “Do you swear to answer all questions honestly and factually?” Fitzsimmons asked. Andromeda smiled and returned his gaze. “On my honor, I promised to answer truthfully to those questions I choose to answer”. ADM Fitzsimmons looked at the other members on the panel and then back to Andromeda, “what do you mean ‘Those questions you choose to answer’?” “I do not intent to answer any questions that fall outside of the range that pertain to the incident in question”. ADM Fitzsimmons looked coolly at her, “So in other words you are already refusing to answer questions”? Andromeda did not bat an eye, “Are you already saying that you plan to use this hearing to do a fact finding tour, or was it that you were unable to understand my statement?” CMD A’Mat lightly tapped on Andromeda’s sleeve. She ignored him and continued to have a staring contest with the ADM. The ADM said nothing more and began the inquiry. “For the record, please describe the events that lead to the deaths of fifty officers, thirteen cadets and several civilians under your watch” ADM Fitzsimmons ordered. Andromeda looked in him the eye and replied, “I can not. I was not present at each of those unfortunate deaths as I was in Pathfinder Operation coordinating defensive strategies, evacuation, and oh yes, fighting to stay alive myself”. ADM Supek spoke up, “That is a logical statement Lt Cmdr. Perhaps you can describe in detail your encounter with the aliens and you subsequent actions on Stardate 110612”.

Andromeda’s day started off well. The Pathfinder staff had successfully completed a rescue mission the day before, even thought, it was to save that frakking Orion bitch Raven. No matter, she was going to really enjoy interrogation today. She had narrowed down her list for Executive officer to three people. All of which were close friends and people she respected deeply. There were several missions being proposed by the senior staff and she had a list of awards and promotion that she was going to submit for her staff. As she entered the PRF Operations, she met Lt Cantrell and the OIC. Lt Cantrell was holding two coffees. Andromeda was thankful that she had finally gotten the woman to relax and ease up around her. Honestly, Lt Cantrell was grateful that Andromeda wanted her to remain her Yeoman. It took a lot to pull strings and a heated argument with personnel. Also, telling the LT all of the top-secret stuff that was outside of her sphere of influence kind of force command to upgrade her security clearance. The Day Watch OIC spoke up “Ma’am, a ship has landed awaiting inspection. They say that they were led here by the crew of the USS Talisman to get aid, re-supply and repair of their vessel. The OIC granted them landing clearance”. “That is fine. We are here to make nice with the local races”. Andromeda stepped up to her command console and entered her code. “Computer, this is Lt Cmdr St John, begin Evening Watch”. The computer replied, “Lt Cmdr St John is logging in as OIC Evening Watch. Shift beginning 1600 hrs. She looked at her staff around the room to see everyone already at work. She then turned to Lt Cantrell, “Lt come with me to my officer. I need to go over the final candidates for XO. Computer, transfer my command console to my office”. The computer replied, “Transfer complete”. Both Lt Cantrell and Lt CMDR St John entered the turbolift. And headed for her office.

When the turbolift door opened, two strange looking aliens met them. Both were brown and had what could only be described as a ‘wing or fin on their heads. Both had what appeared to be a single eye in the center of their foreheads, wings and very long arms and legs. Andromeda was kind of taken in by their appears. As the CO of PRF, it was her responsibility to extend greetings. “Greetings. Welcome to Path…” she never finished. Both aliens had raised weapons and were going to fire. Andromeda had reach for her weapons but they were not there. Command had ordered her to stop carrying weapons, as she was no longer security. “Computer, seal turbolift and erect a force field”. The computer complied as an explosive concussion knocked Andromeda and Mary backwards. Mary yell, “Computer, intruder alert shots fired, turbolift Baker Three Command floor”. The computer put out a call to Security and Operations. The turbolift started to move to a safe to a safe location. The door opened onto the Operation Center. “I need help over here”. Mary yelled. An officer from Science plus a visiting cadet rushed over. Andromeda was dazed but moving. Mary tried to hold her still without much success. If Andromeda wanted to move, there was little anyone could do to stop her. The officer and cadet came and assisted her to a chair. The Ops Officer gave Andromeda a quick run down. “We have multiple alien moving around the base attacking everyone they encounter. I have already placed the base on Red Alert and had everyone move to safe locations. Security is responding”. Andromeda began barking order in rapid fire.

“Seal Operation and put me on base wide comm channel”. The operations officer tapped in the command and nodded at Andromeda. “Attention all PRF staff. Lethal force is authorized as of now. Defend all civilians, cadets and sensitive areas of the base. Move all civilians and cadets to the bunkers. Send these frakker to the hell they deserve. Command out”. The channel was closed. “Get me Starfleet Command”. When they answered Andromeda advised them of the situation and requested aid. She also advised that she was going to leave the comm channel open so that they could hear the events as they transpired. Starfleet relayed the distress call to the fleet. Everyone responded. The first was the USS Talisman. Pathfinder Actual this is Talisman. Can you describe the aliens”? Andromeda described the aliens in detail and had a copy of the security log sent fleet wide. Pathfinder Actual this is Lt Lans Starsider, be advised, we encountered those alien sometime ago. Energy weapons will have no affect on them. You will need to use chemical firearms. Aim for the forehead where their eye is located”. Andromeda had a though that can to her. “Computer command override all replicator stations way. Begin replicating T116 and ammunition for any PRF staff member and cadets”. She then tapped her comm badge. “St John to all PRF Staff, energy weapons will not work on these alien. Only chemically propelled weapons. All replicator have been reprogram to replicate weapons for you. Just order weapons or ammo. Command out”.

All across Pathfinder, everyone was arming themselves in record number. Replicator had never been abuse this badly before. Cadets were loading themselves down with ammo. More experience officer told them that they had to be able to run with all of that. Some of the large species replicated backpack and carried ammo for some of the smaller species. Lt Simmy Star and Lt Kondrad Hyland coordinated teams defense and evacuations. Once that was done. It was time to hand out the mother of all behind kickings. Then they heard something over the comm channel that felt like cold water hit their veins. “Oh my God, the Commander is bleeding. Emergency, medical teams to Operation. Cmdr St john had been shot”.

Onboard the Space station Athena, M Capt Thor and Lt Major Izzy Baum were just sitting down to dinner. They had been up early that day drilling the new recruits. Izzy had played a sniper in the holo exercise and kept the recruit pinned down while Thor graded them. Each time the recruit though they had a bead on her location, they would advance to find the spot empty. Each time, she would take out a team member from her new location. In the end, she had taken out every single recruit without exception. As punishment for failing they had to run 20 miles with the gravity increased to 1.25 g. with full packs on. Izzy not really being human handle the run with relative ease. As they sat and talked as all new lovers do, the alarm rang. “ATTENTION Alpha and Charlie companies. Battle stations! This is not a drill, standby for deployment orders. Operations to Capt Thor”. Capt Orobin Thor tapped his combadge and replied to the call. “Sir, Pathfinder is under heavy attack by hostile forces. They have an open comm channel and are relaying all information. Remaining alien forces number just under thousand. I’ll tie you in to the live feed. ‘“Oh my God, the Commander is bleeding. Emergency, medical teams to Operation. Cmdr St john had been shot”. Izzy’s heart nearly stopped. A split second later everyone was running for his or her posts. God help the first Marine that slows Izzy down. They all made for the armory and put of their battle gear and then headed for the combat shuttles.

Andromeda sat in her chair as Lt Cantrell and the Cadet managed Andromeda injuries as best as they could. Andromeda demanded to be moved to her console and refused to leave it. She began coordinating with her officer both in OPS and on the ground. The aliens were everywhere. Lt CMDR Nemeth had heard the alert and was flying like the Terran Bat from hell. He had positioned himself above PRF and was relaying a live feed to OPS on the enemy troop movements. Force fields had gone up to protect many of the people still in their apartments, Club Lat, and the more secure areas. What got everyone was that the enemy was not going after any sensitive information. They just simply were looking for people to shoot and kill.
“Thor to Pathfinder, we just broke atmosphere and are inbound ETA 5 minutes. Sending us your tactical info”. Just what Andromeda was waiting for. She called her tactical officer and her him tie in everything that they were getting. Capt Thor switched to a secure tactical channel. “As I see it, we will insert in sector 001 at the beach, and near south end of the base. Izzy and her team will insert in Sector 002 near the waterfalls near you to secure PRF Command and a second ship will insert in the northeast area. I will make contact with Simmy to check his status”. Andromeda was starting to feel dizzy but fought it off. “Very good Capt. Give them hell for us”. Thor smiled and went to work.

The Combat shuttles touched down with precision coordination. Marines poured out and began securing their areas. Once they were empty (except for the snipers), they took off to provide aerial support with the 2nd Space Combat wing. If it was in the air, it had a very short life span. Thor set up a mobile command post and set up shield to protect it. Marines are split into teams of four and they moved out. Meanwhile, Izzy did the same. Both Marine Commands tied into PRF Operations and everyone had the same live information. Izzy led two teams to the PRF building. As they climbed over a small hill, they spotted a group of the Aliens moving towards the building. The race was on. “I want team four to set up sniper positions. Team three, you are with me”. From there, she moved towards the building.

Simmy saw a team of Aliens heading towards the Roddenberry apartments. He took a group of officers and cadet and went after them. Once they aliens were inside, they found that all turbolift had been shut down. The Alien reemerged to find Simmy and company ready and waiting. The alien started firing as the Starfleet team took cover. The alien began climbing the outside walls. Simmy order them to open fire. Bullet rang out and the alien began to fall off the build. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. As Simmy was drawing a bead on one Alien, he heard then felt some whiz past his head. He rolled over to find another group of Alien moving in from behind. He rolled and started shooting as one of the cadets joined him. Both laid down cover fire to give the other enough time to clean the building of Aliens. Simmy heard someone scream and fall silent. He turned to see someone in a science uniform lay dead with a gaping chest wound. Then another of his team went down. The cadet did the best she could but there was too many of them.

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POST MISSION LOG & REPORT: RELKNOK POST MISSION PART 2


Kondrad was doing the best her could to evacuate the Welcome Center. He had most everyone in the Mall section and were heading up the steps when they heard the sound of the transports active. He turned to see that a squad of Alien had just beamed in. They were looking around for targets and found some. A group of visitors came running in from the other side trying to find a place to hide. The Aliens pulled their weapons and aimed. Kondrad tapped his combadge, “Computer, lock onto the figure on the transporter pads in sector 001 of the Welcome Center. Beam them to 1000 meter above the Apartment complex. Energize”. The Alien stood their relishing their first kills when they suddenly found themselves surrounded by mist. Then they notice the sensation of falling.

Izzy’s team caught up with a group of aliens just before they entered the PRF building. The aliens hear the sound of foot steps turned towards the sound. Izzy stopped while her team took cover and waited. “I am Major Izzy Baum. I hereby order you to stop. Tell us what your demands are”. The leader of the Alien team spoke, “No demands. We want nothing”. Izzy just stood there. They looked at her. “You do not run in fear”, said the leader. Izzy gave one of her warm smiles, “For two reasons. One, Marines never run-away. Two, you have red dot on your head”. The Aliens all looked at the leader and saw a small red dot on his head. The leader raised a gun at her and was suddenly missing his head as it exploded. That was when all of them realized that they all had red dots on their heads. “Do you need me to repeat the question”? The Aliens dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Capt Thor watched on his monitor as Security and Marine team made a clean swept of the base. Starfleet was loosing personnel but they were loosing more. “Capt Thor, I am reading a group of Alien heading for the Dharma bunker. Do you have anyone free?” came the tactical officer in Operations. Thor checked the positions of his teams. “No I do not. We are all tied up. I’ll free up someone as soon as I can”. “Navajo to Indian Chief, I think we can take them or at least slow them down”. “Navajo, you have a go”. From over head, one of the Marine Combat shuttles banked hard and took off. As they came around, they saw 6 Aliens falling from the sky. They arrived above the Bunker and a group of Alien came over the rise. A group of Starfleet personnel and families were running for the bunker when they heard the Alien open fire. A tall man went down missing his left leg. Blood splash onto a woman and she screamed his name. They saw the aliens running towards them. Suddenly, the Alien started to drop one by one. The Starfleet turned and looked up to see a Marine combat shuttle over head and the sniper going to work.

Simmy heard screams from above. He looked just in time to see Aliens falling from the sky. He watched in gruesome fascination as they landed on top of the Aliens that had them pinned down. Their bodies exploded upon impact taking out the attacking force.

On the 7th floor West on the PRF building, a group of school kids were touring the PRF building when the attack started. They were running down the main hall headed for the turbolift when four Aliens came around the corner. The instructor paced herself in front of the children and as they began to cry. “What do you want? We cannot hurt you. These are just children.” She told them. The Aliens looked at each other and then back at the instructor. A small girls, who was wearing a dress covered with bright purple flowers started to run away crying. One of the Aliens turned and fired. Bullets open her back and chest up and she fell dead before she hit the floor. The instructor turned and ran towards the Aliens as she told the children to run. She managed to knock down three of the Alien when one grabbed the instructor by the throat and snapped her neck. She body slumped to the floor. She lay there unable to move or breath as all nerves to her body had been cut off. She could hear the screams of the kids as one by one, they fell silent. Then a bright light lit up the room and them all was quiet save from the sound of a child crying.

Izzy rounded the corner as she heard the sound of weapons fire and kids screaming. As they rounded the corner, a group of kids were in a corner trying to hide behind a couch. The couch had been torn apart by the bullets from the Alien’s guns. Bodies of children and a woman lay on the floor. Izzy stood for a moment fuming mad. One of the Alien’s was drawing down one a little boy. He was about to pull the trigger when suddenly his arms and legs fused into one and he fell over. The other Alien turned and saw a woman with pointed ear and glowing eyes staring at them. For years, Izzy had worked very hard to contain a power she kept hidden within her. Now, she no longer cared. Her eyes were burning with a white flame.

Marine Team 3 finally caught up with Izzy. They had no idea that she could even move that fast. What they saw scared the living hell out of them. The Major’s uniform had been burned partly away. She stood transfixed staring at the Aliens. She had one arm held straight towards them and her hand was glowing white-hot. Each alien’s body glowed and all at once, their bodies began to burn and then melt. They screamed in agony as they each dissolved into ash. Everything in the room had been burned yet, neither one of them nor the children were harmed. Izzy turned to her team and spoke with a voice that seems to echo slightly. “Get the kids out of her”. The Marines move swiftly and grabbed up each child. One little girl ran over to Izzy and hugged her and thanked her for making the “bad” people go away. Izzy turned her head trying to hide her tears. She bent to one knee and looked the girl with her eyes still glowing, “I am sorry that I could not save all of your friends”. The little girls said nothing, but kissed Izzy on the cheek and one of the Marines lifted her and left.

The fight was not going well. There were still more than four hundred of the Aliens still on the base and they were gaining the upper hand. Andromeda felt her life slowing ebbing away. “Mary, give the evacuation order. Get everyone off the planet now”. Andromeda gave her the authorization code and the process began. Andromeda ordered all of the staff to leave through the emergency shoots to the shuttle bay and get out. The staff started to argue and she did not have the time. She dropped the shield underneath them and started beaming staff directly to the escape shuttles. She had already remotely started the engines and they were moving to the launch pads. In groups of two, the staff was beamed away except Mary. Andromeda looked and saw that Mary had taken off her combadge and watched it as it was beamed away. “Ma’am, you are not getting rid of me that easily”. Andromeda smiled and passed out for a few seconds and then came back.

All over Pathfinder shuttles where launching into the air. Then shuttles from the orbiting starbases and ships were landing and lifting off as fast as they could, those not taken by shuttle, where being beamed away. Security and Marine forces continued to hold the line as best as they could to buy time. Once everyone was gone, they started to regroup to abandon the base. Outside of the Operation, the main door slid open. Andromeda and Mary looked up to see three of the Aliens standing there. The Alien’s fired their weapons but the bullet just bounced off the level 10 force field. Mary stood and walked over and confronted the Aliens. “What the frak do you want and why are you killing our people. We have done you no harm”. The leader of the group looked Mary for a long moment and then spoke. “Peanut-butter. We have peanut butter. Let us in. We have peanut butter and chocolate”. Mary looked back at Andromeda the room trying to understand what she just heard.

Andromeda looked at her scans one final time. She turned to the screen to see Capt Thor, Simmy and Kondrad looking back at her. “Capt Thor, get your force off the planet. Get my staff out of here”. “Negative Commander. We are not leaving without you. Drop your screen and we will beam you aboard”. “Negative Capt, you have your orders. I have a group of them outside my door. I cannot risk dropping the shield and letting them have access to the main systems. They have somehow managed to drop some of the force field around the base. I can not allow them to get in here”. Simmy was about to say something when they her Andromeda on the open speaker. “Computer this is Lt Cmdr St John. Activate the base self-destruct system. Authorization T’Lon 3857 Rikkis 394 Tango. Wait fifteen minutes. If you do not hear a countermand by then, start a ten-minute count down. Give one audio warning only”. Then she went pale and unconscious.

Mary looked at the screen and spoke. “Captain, you have your orders. Please carry them out. No heroics please”, then she closed the channel. She stood and went towards the door. The aliens were still standing there. One had move to the side and was trying to over-ride the controls. Down the far hall, the Mary saw two white lights floating towards them. The Alien turned to see what Mary was looking at. They raised their weapons and fired. The two float light flare to a nearly blinding level. The Aliens began to smolder and melt to ash. When Mary’s vision cleared, she saw a tall women in a torn/burnt Marine uniform standing there. “Mary, its me, Izzy. Drop the field”. Mary ran over to the console and tried to drop the field. To her surprise, the control had been locked. Mary shouted, “I can’t, the control are in some language that I have never seen before”. Izzy knew that Andi’s favorite tactic was using her native language to lock thing out. After all, there was no one that could speak it except her. Izzy had spent a lifetime in Andromeda Alternate world that her son had created so that they could her Andi heal when she was killed. Izzy had actually grown up in Keylarion society and knew everything that Andi did. She also knew that Andi would have kept it simple. Izzy stood back and spoke in perfect Keylarion, “Open door”. The field dropped and Izzy ran in to find Andromeda on the floor in a pool of her blood. “Izzy, we have to get out of here. She activated the self destruct”. “Computer, this is Major Izzy Baum, about self destruct”. The computer replied in Federation and Keylarion, “Unable to comply”. Izzy rolled her eyes. She placed her hand on Andromeda’s head and it began to glow. Andromeda’s eye opened and she spoke with Izzy. “Computer, this is Lt Cmdr Andromeda St John. Abort self destruct”. “Self destruct sequence aborted”.


The Admiral sat there staring at Andromeda without saying anything. ADM Bragoon spoke first. So, instead of evacuating the base, you just laid there and was going to blow it up”? Andromeda just stared the man down. ADM Fitzsimmons spoke next, “It is clear to me that your actions obviously resulted in the countless number of deaths of our personnel. You did little to defend the base and you nearly allowed yourself to be captured. Add to that the resent attacks by the Kellen”. “Objection!” That came from CMD A’Mat. “I am sorry. I fail to understand how you can come to that conclusion. Were we not just listening to the same testimony? Everyone that has been in here has said the same thing. There was just too many of them. There was no way to fight that any all at once. In fact, if it had not been for the fact that Commander St john raise force fields and replicated weapons all over PRF, there would have been many more deaths”. ADM Supek spoke next, “I must agree with counsel. I fail to see the logic that you and ADM Fitzsimmons are using. Clearly, all that could be done was done”. CMD A’Mat spoke next, “I believe it is unfair to bring up the Kellen incident. She was cleared of all findings. ADM Bragoon fired back, “It is precisely the right time. There is a distinct pattern here. CMD St John should never have been given this command. She seems unable to defend Pathfinder nor prepare her staff”.

CMD A'Mat and Andromeda conferred for a minute. CMD Swansong spoke. “If Lt Cmdr St John is removed, who would then command Pathfinder”? ADM Fitzsimmons looked a little nervous. “In the interim, ADM Bragoon would be temporarily”. CLICK. Now this made sense. Someone in Intel wants to have a full research base at their command. CMD Swansong spoke again in the British tone of voice that got everyone’s attention, “Correct me if I am wrong. Was it not Intel that failed to pass along the information about the Kellen in the first place? Also, was it not Intel who failed to pass along information on the Relknoks? Records show that the USS Talisman had submitted multiple reports. However, Pathfinder never received anything until after the attack had begun. That was when they learn that energy weapons would not work. Till then, no one had heard of the Relknoks”. CMD Swansong smiled at Andromeda. He knew he had them by the short hairs. “I submit to you that logically, there was no way that defenses could have been prepared without the vital information that Intel had failed to pass along. In fact, I find it curious that the Admiral of Intel would be place in temporary command of Pathfinder should there be enough evidence for Lt Cmdr to be held over for court marshal”. Makes one think that this was orchestrated for someone benefit. Not that I have any proof. I am just thinking out loud”.

ADM Fitzsimmons became red in the face and yell, “Commander, you are out of line. Unless you have proof for your accusations, I will hold you in contempt of court”. ADM Supek spoke up, “If I may, the Commander’s logic is sound. For the record, I specifically hear him stated ‘I am just thinking out loud’. I heard no direct accusation towards anyone. I am satisfied that what we have heard here, can not be attributed to Lt Cmdr St John command style. I do believe that there is more than enough evidence to convene a formal hearing on Intel’s lack of action in this matter. While CMD Swansong cannot come out and accuse anyone, I can. Lt Cmdr St John, you are hereby released. This hearing is adjourned”. Andromeda thank CMD A’Mat and watched as he left. What bothered her was the fact that CMD Swansong caught onto the obvious and CMD A’Mat did not. She then turned towards CMD Swansong, “Sir, you feel free to defend me anytime”. He smiled down at her, “you make it sound like that I have not been doing that on a daily bases”. He smiled and left. Andromeda still very sore, tapped her combadge and asked for a transport back to sickbay. Kondrad can handle getting repairs done. She was going back to bed.

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Lt Cmdr Andromeda St john had just stepped out of the show. She knew that she had over did it during her workout this morning in the shuttle bay. She had a great deal of aggression to work off before starting her day. With the recent deaths of the Orion woman and one other yet to be identified woman, the Orion government raised a huge issue. They felt that since I have a documented dislike for Orions, that Pathfinder was not giving the death of their citizen the attention it deserved. Command had agreed to allow a member from Orion Security to join our Security team in a joint investigation. Thank God I am not Chief of Security anymore. That would have really been a bad day for everyone. Still, I feel bad for Simmy Starr. I told him to watch his back and to severely limit this agent’s access to our files. I want her escorted at all times.

Andromeda arrived at her office to find her Yeoman at her desk. Lt Mary Cantrell was still recovering from the Relknok attack. While she did not take direct damage, she had become slightly nervous. Well, that and the recent murders. Andromeda stopped and checked o her and then went into her office. She sat at her desk and finalized the meeting notes. She quickly ate something, brushed her teeth and went to her weapons case. She stood there for a moment and then went out of her office. “Lt Cantrell, do you by any chance know what happened to my Bat’Leth"? Mary looked up at her and smiled slightly nervous. That told Andromeda that something was up. She stood there with her arms folded and waited. “Well Ma’am, Lt Quinn told me that you wanted it sent out to be cleaned and sharpened. It was sent out last night”. Andromeda thought to her self, “That short little <CENSORED>. I should never have told her that I take that to my meetings”. Andromeda took a deep breath and turned and headed out.

Once Andromeda got to the command deck, she ran into her prey. Lt Harley Quinn had moved into and had taken her job as XO with a great deal of vigor. Being a Drow and unusually short for one of her species, she was a little fireball. When something needed to be done, she got it done. Until now, Andromeda was pleased with offering her the job. Lt Quinn looked up and smiled, “Good morning Commander”. Andromeda looked down and did not bother to attempt to smile. “What is so good about it”? I am about to go into this meeting which I despise, without my Bat’Leth”. Andromeda could tell that Harley was up to something even before she opened her mouth. “That yes well, you see, CMD Swansong called me last night. He strongly suggested that I have it sent out before the meeting to have it cleaned for you”. Andromeda stopped dead in her tracks. She closed her eyes and suddenly understood why Dom used to have hyposprays in her officer drawers. “Let me guess, he did not want me to have it for this meeting”. It was not a question but a statement. Harley began to laugh. “He said that you would have that look on your face. Harley reached up and placed a hand on the small of Andromeda’s back and propelled her forward into the meeting.

Most everyone was there except CMD Dagger and ENS Snowpaw who is out on medical, Andromeda looked around the room. “Where is our Orion Sec Agent”? “Simmy spoke up, “There is no record of her arriving at Pathfinder. I have placed a call to the Orion Security and waiting to hear back from them”. “Fine, let us get this over with”. Andromeda got right down to business. All of the major topics that she wanted covered were. One of the highlights of the meeting was the announcement that Lt Dana Offcourse is going to resume the Ulysses Project of mapping out the surrounding area of our base. Once that is completed. This brought cheers from all of those in the Science departments and to be honest, everyone else as well. Once this phase was over, full scale research into the area surrounding the base would be go through with a fine-toothed comb, as Terran would say. The Federation has been here for years and has done little to survey the planet. There is much of our own world that we do not know about.

“Next up on the list. Intelligence decided to be nice for one, and give us the 'Easter Egg'. They have learned of a possible Kellen base on a world that is 6 LY away. All indications are that it may be a pre-industrial world. In fact, you could equate it to Earth’s Ancient Egyptians”. At this point, the holo-imager burst into life and displayed recon photos of the area in question. “While I am sure that those in anthrop department would kill to see this first hand, this is not going to be a normal research mission. Instead, it will be a tactical mission. Lt Nanao Ryios will be heading up the formation for the mission. I will be ordering all departments to work with her to work up a mission profile. We cannot obviously show up in Federation uniform. We also cannot allow our gear to be seen. We will have to find away to disguise out non- Terran looking crew as well. While there are reports that this world worships animal deities, we cannot know how they would react to Kondrad strolling down the street. While I can change forms, some cannot. Probity one will be to pull off this mission without violating the Prime Directive. All of the department will have their work cut out for them”.

As Andromeda was finishing up, she heard the faint chirp of a combadge and then heard Simmy respond. There was too much noise in the room for her to hear what was being said. She saw Simmy pick up his PADD and type something into it. A second later, her PADD flashed that there was an incoming message. “The student of the Tai Chi class found a dead body. The victim appears to be Orion. I am heading down to start an investigation”. Andromeda looked up and nodded and Simmy was out the door. Andromeda picked up her PADD and entered her code to make the follow transmission more security than the normal security level of it already. She typed order for the team-protecting Raven to stay put just in case it might be a trap to lure her out while being moved.

The meeting end, Andromeda and Harley arrived at the crime scene. They stayed out of the way to allow the security team to do their job. Not an easy task for Andromeda. Simmy looked up after questioning a cadet and spotted Andromeda. He smiled and was actually surprised she had stayed out of his way. He was not she if she was confident in him or the fact she final was comfortable with the idea that she was Command and not in security. He approached her and handed her the PADD. She stood and read through the witness statements and what evidence there was log thus far.

Andromeda handed the PADD to the Xo who speed read through it. “So, there had been a knife found this time”? Andromeda had to refrain from doing a double take. She had missed that. Simmy spoke, “Yes, I found that while I was walking to the scene. There was blood on the knife that the Tricorder showed a preliminary match to the victim. It was placed into stasis and sent to the Science lab for analysis. The cadet who found her was badly shaken but has calmed down with the aid of the Tai Chi instructor”. Andromeda looked at everyone and spoke exactly what was on everyone’s mind. Please just tell me that this is not the Orion Security Agent”. Simmy looked around and then back at Andromeda “Do you think she arrived her early”? Andromeda smiled, “It is what I would have done”.

The rest on the day went rather went rather well. That is until… Her comm unit chirped and she activated it. On the screen was CMD Swansong. He was sitting straight up in his chair. Any hint of the man being relaxed was not there. This was a man that meant business. Serious business. Even his normal soothing British tome of voice was different. Andromeda sat up more and took note. She could see that CMD Swansong had noticed that Andromeda got the clue.

Lt Cmdr, I just ended a rather serious discussion with and Admiral from the Diplomatic Corp and the JAG office. I will not give you the detail. You do not need to be concerned with that. What you do need to be concerned about is that you dead woman was the Security agent that was sent by the Orion Security. Before you ask, they claimed that they did not know she had panned to be here early and unannounced. However, they are trying to blame you for her death”. Andromeda did not speak. This was not her time to speak. It was her time to shut up and listen. Commander Swansong tone had softened a little as he looked at the screen. “Andi, I am not sure how to say this. Because of the rather well known dislike for Orions and the fact that the first woman killed was related to the family you wiped out some month back, the Orion are pushing the idea that you maybe involved in these murders”.

Both of Andromeda’s hearts started to pound. She could feel her blood pressure and body heat rising. “Sir, with all due frakking respect, you do not actually think that while I am wearing this uniform, that I…” He had cut her off with a look. To her surprise, it was THE look that her grandmother used to give her on many occasions. CMD Swansong took a deep breath, “Do you not think I said the same thing? I have worked out a compromise. You are not to have anything to do with the day-to-day investigation of this case. You are not to even read the case files. You XO will over see and coordinate the case. LTjg Starr will continue in his normal duties as lead investigator. You are to share all date pertaining to this case with the next Orion Representative that is on route to Pathfinder as we speak. I do not have a name for you. She will have an ID card from Orion Security and their Government. She is to give you the card to your XO who will then verify her ID. Once that is done, you will afford her all of the curtsies due a diplomat including escorts. If there is any issue, contact me". The screen went dead before Andromeda could say a thing.

About this time, Lt Cantrell entered the office and walk straight up to Andromeda and placed a small mirco-hypospray on the side of her neck. It hissed and she walked out. “How the hell does that woman know what I need before I even say a darn word?” she thought. The throbbing in her head eased considerably. Andromeda eased back into her chair and typed up orders and transmitted them to her XO. She included the conversation with CMD Swansong. The only reply she got back was “Understood”. That was Harley, straight and to the point.

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Lt Commander’s St John was making plans for upcoming her day off. She was planning on grabbing a few of the girls to go do the “Girl's Day Out” thing. She had to admit, she enjoyed just hanging with the girls from time to time. She had reserved a private suite for her and a few of her friends. Everything was working out for once. She has stopped by her office just to grab some stuff and then head out for the day. She had a big mission coming up and wanted to take some time to relax before hand. On her way out of the office, her Yeoman Lt Mary Cantrell stopped her. She appeared to be nervous. “Lt Cmdr” she said, “These orders just came in for you. I’m really sorry. I know you were making pan for your day off but…” her voice trailed off. Mary handed Andromeda a PADD and watched her expression. Andromeda read the mission outline and had that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thumbed the PADD off and handed it back to Mary. "No, they are not kidding Ma'am" Mary said. Andromeda just gave her "The Look". Mary started to laugh and asked, "Can I tell them to expect you"? Andromeda sighed heavily walked off.

Few days later, Andromeda was looking for cover. She was running across the sand, her cover had been blown. She had been hiding behind a structure when the squad of ten found her. The attack was sudden. She was completely blind-sided. The main attack force hit her straight on. Andromeda had nowhere to go. Andromeda leaped high somersaulted over the assault force. She landed on her feet but before she could take a step, she was jumped by no less than ten of them. They had her down on the ground yelling and doing the one thing she hated. They tickled her. They all yelled, "TAG YOU'RE IT!!!" The children from the school jumped off of the CO of Pathfinder and ran and hid from her.

Andromeda lay on the ground wondering how she was chosen to spend the day with the kids. A shadow fell over her. When she looked up, she saw the face of the teacher. "You handled that well. I have to say, I have never seen anyone jump that high before". Andromeda smiled, "forgot I was with children. I did not mean to leap that high". While speaking with the teacher, Andromeda noticed a small girl sitting alone off to the side. "Who is the little girl?" she said. The teacher looked sad. "That is Katie. She was one of three that survived from the Relknok attack that killed her teacher, classmates, and her family. She was transferred to my class. She does not talk much anymore". Andromeda's heart went out to the little girl.

Later everyone was sitting in the classroom. Andromeda spoke first, about being a Security officer and then the CO of Pathfinder. A small boy raised his hand. Andromeda pointed to the boy. "What did you do before you joined Starfleet"? Andromeda smiled and decided to keep it simple. No need to give the whole story. She smiled "I was a Princess". The whole class looked at her in surprise. Tons of questions came at her. Some wanted to know if she lived in a big palace. Others wanted to know if she has servants. Still more wanted to know why she left her family. To everyone's surprise Katie looked at her and asked, "You do not want to be with your family? I would give anything to see my mommy and daddy, even my bratty brothers".

Andromeda got up and went to the girl and took her by the hand and led her to the front where sat her on her lap. "Katie". The girl looked at her in surprise, "You know my name"? Andromeda smiled, "Of course I do. A Princess always knows her people". Katie looked at her and asked, "Why did you leave your planet"? Andromeda looked at her and at the class and spoke, "I did leave not leave. I was sent away because I was different". Katie looked at her trying to find something about her. "I do not see anything different. You look like your human". The class agreed with her. Andromeda tried to explain that she looked like her mother's people and then she could make herself change and look like her father's people.

Andromeda Looked at the teacher and then looked at the class. She stood and gently put Katie on the floor. "Ok would all of you like to see me change"? All the kids looked at each other and nodded their head. One little boy asked if she would be scary. "Am I scary now"? He said no. "You need to know that while I may look different, I am still the same person inside".

Andromeda was thankful that she chose to wear a shorts and sandals. It made this easier. She took off her sandals, as she knew her feet would soon be too big for them. She chose to transform slowly. She started with her feet and explained what she was doing. When her feet became paws, the kids "wow'ed and aww'ed". She then transformed her legs and grew out her tails and slid her ears out. She tickled Katie with her right tail. Katie giggled and laughed. All the kids laughed. Then she slowly transformed the rest of her body, as the fur grew out from the waist and moved upward. As she did she felt her clothes grow tighter as she became tall and her muscles filled out. She kept herself from growing to her full height. She stayed closer to her Terran size but still Katie mouth hung open in surprise as her eyes slowly raised upward. The last then to transform was her face and head. It became more Kiana (feline) until she was completed.

Andromeda stood still. She let the kids just looked. Katie stood and asked if she could touch her fur. Andromeda smiled, which caught everyone by, surprised. Andromeda hunched down and held an arm out. Katie timidly touched the fur. A smile spread a crossed her face. "You're soft” Katie then scratched behind Andromeda's ears. Andromeda began to purr. All of the kids laughed.

"You sound like my kitty" one little girl said. Andromeda laughed. Another child asked, "If you have kittens, can I have one". Katie looked at the boy and said, "No, you can't have one of her kittens. They're people, not pets". Katie looked at Andromeda, "Your not a pet right". Andromeda smiled at the little girl and said, "Well, I am a person like you. I can just do thing that your kitty cannot do. Though we may be similar your kitty can not do what I can do". All of the kids sat down around Andromeda. Andromeda repositioned herself and sat on the floor and Katie sat in her lap and snuggled in. "You seen like a cute kitty. You're very nice. Why did your problem make you leave?" asked Katie as she looked up. Andromeda began to tell the short and much nice version of her life.

She told the kids about how Keylarions and Kianas were not supposed to marry and have kids and that her parents did anyway and she was born. She told them that people called her names and said she was a monster. "But you're a princess. You can make them be nice,” said one another boy. "Sometime people do not understand and do not want to get to know people. They would rather make then leave or hurt them", Andromeda said to them. Many of the kids had tears in there eyes. "Yes, my life was fully of sadness but there was some good that came from it". Katie looked up into Andromeda's face. "Good can come from all that? You seemed sad". Andromeda hugged Katie and said, "Well I got to make a new family. I made new friends. I have a new home here. Most important, I got to come and play with all of you".

It was lunchtime and Andromeda had transformed back into her Keylarion form, must to the disappointment. Andromeda had planned to leave earlier however; the kids talked her into staying. Many of the kids ask if she would play with them. Andromeda told them to go outside and she would play with them. The kids left leaving Andromeda and Katie semi-alone. Katie seemed to have warmed up to her.

They sat and ate lunch together. Katie ask Andromeda, "Are you scared"? "What do you mean?" Andromeda asked. Katie had the start of tears in her eyes. "You and I are the same". Andromeda looked a little puzzled, "How are we the same” Katie was openly crying now, "I'm sorry you don't have a mommy and daddy anymore". Andromeda put her fork down and hugged the little girl. "Yes I get scared sometimes but I have friends that help me be brave".

As Katie and Andromeda entered the playground, kids came running up and grabbed them both to play. The kids wanted her to turn into a kitty again. Katie moved in front of Andromeda and yelled at the other kids, "She's not an animal. She is a person. Quitting asking her to turn into things"! The kids all stopped and looked at her. Andromeda put a hand on her shoulder and thanked the girl for standing up for her but it was ok. "They were only curious". Katie just got quiet and went to sit on the bench and just watched everyone. The kids them "tagged" Andromeda and ran away. Andromeda ran after them and looked at Katie from over her shoulder.

They all returned to the classroom. The teacher resumed the last part of the day's lessons. When the kids were quietly doing their work. The teacher and Andromeda spoke quietly. "You are the first person she has opened up to. I think you did her a lot of good for her. Can I ask you something personal"? Andromeda looked at the teacher and raised an eyebrow. The teacher continued, "Have you considered adopting a child"? Andromeda's heart caught in her throat. "I do not think I can. I had a son once and..." Andromeda did not finish. The teacher placed a hand Andromeda's shoulder. Andromeda turned and looked at the little girl.

The end of class came and the kids began to leave, all but Katie. She hung back from the transport from vehicle and was obviously waiting. Andromeda collected her thing and headed out of the door. Katie ran to catch up with her and took Andromeda's hand. Andromeda smiled and walked the girl to her transport.

Once there she stopped and asked Katie for her PADD. Katie dug through her bad and pulled out her PADD and handed it to Andromeda. Andromeda entered her personal comm number and other contact information. She then handed the PADD back to Katie. "Do you want to be friends"? Katie smiled big time. "Yes Ms. St John". "Good. My friends call me Andi". The little girl looked uncertain and tried the name. "Thank you Andi. I promise to be a good friend. If I get scared, can I call you"? Andromeda combadge chirped. Andromeda tapped her badge. When she was done, she dropped to one knee. "Yes you can, but I can not always talk. I am very busy but I promise to return your call. If I am busy I left you a list of people you can call. Tell them I said you can call them ok"? Katie smiled and gave Andromeda a hug and a kiss and boarded the transport. As she sat down, she and the other kids saw Andromeda’s body sparkled and disappeared. Katie sat back and smiled for the first time since she lost her family.

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Commanding Officer’s Log Stardate 110723 Part 2

Andromeda had spent the day with the children. If she was honest with herself, she has a great time. Even though, she had wanted to have a “Girl’s Day Out” with her friend, this was a close second. While talking with her new little friend Katie, she had gotten a request from ADM Bragoon to meet him and CMD Swansong in his office. She had explained that she was out of uniform due to her activates from earlier in the day. It was going to take a bit of time to get changed.

When she got out of the shower, she dried off and put on a fresh uniform. She then headed to the transporter room. From there, she inputted her code that would give her transport access to the Intel officer. When the beam released her, there was a security guard that verified her identity and escorted her to the Admirals officer. Upon arriving, both men stood and greeted her. Andromeda enjoy seeing the Commander but the Admiral was a different matter altogether. He had recently tried to replace her as CO of Pathfinder Station. He had tried to prove that she had failed her command after the Relknok attack. She did not trust the man.

"Andromeda, CMD Swansong has briefed me on you upcoming mission. I have to say, that is a bold move for Pathfinder. I always thought that you were a bunch of scientist". Andromeda smiled and fired right back. "With all due respect sir, I would recommend that you stop thinking. That way you do not make mistakes". The Admiral smiled. "My apologies. I shall take care to think more clearly". Andromeda gave CMD Swansong a sideway look. CMD Swansong returned the looked. Both of them were on the same page. The Admiral was up to something.

The meeting continued on. Andromeda brought up the holonet and outlined the mission for the two men. At the end both men looked at each other then at Andromeda. The Admiral cleared his throat and then spoke, "I will not order you but, I strongly recommend that you allow an Intel officer to accompany you as an advisor on this mission". "May I ask why?" Andromeda inquired innocently. "You may find that having an Intel officer to be a valuable thing. "We have certain talents and equipment that could prove useful,” he said pleasantly. Neither Andromeda nor CMD Swansong bought it. "Sir, permission to speak freely?" Andromeda asked. The Admiral looked at CMD Swansong who shook his head slightly and then looked back at Andromeda. "Lt Cmdr St John, I think I know what you are going to say. I am here to merely make an offer".

In the end, Andromeda offered to think about it and was dismissed. The same security guard was outside waiting to escort her back to the transporter. When she stepped out of the office waited in the hallway. The security stopped and looked at her. "Ma'am, if you would come this way". Andromeda looked at the officer, "I am waiting for CMD Swansong". The guard stood and tried to look as if his neck word bore no argument, "Sir, you are not authorized to remain here. Your clearance began and ended with the meeting. My orders are to escort people back to the transporter room". Andromeda matched the look of the security officer and replied, "I am waiting for the Commander. You will wait until I am done Mister". The security officer was about to say something more when the door opened and CMD Swansong stepped out. He was surprised to see that Andromeda still standing there. They started to wake down the hall towards to transporter. The CMD did not say anything.

After the transporter beam released them, they headed towards Andromeda's office. When they arrived at her office, CMD Swansong spoke in his deep British timber, "We are agreed that his is after something". Andromeda stood with her arms crossed looking up at her CO waiting. CMD Swansong knew what she was waiting to hear. "No, I am going to order you to take an Intel Officer with you. As far as I am concerned, I think keeping his people out of the picture would be a wise thing". Andromeda smiled and relaxed."

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Stardate: 110404
Location of Incident: CO Office, Pathfinder
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Harley Quinn was returning from the Executives Officer’s meetings. It was designed to help new XO’s move into their roles. Like her predecessor, she saw no reason for such a colossal waste of time. She rounded the corner and entered the offices for the command staff of Pathfinder Station. The very first thing she noticed was the dead silence. She walked over to Lt Cantrell, Andromeda’s Yeomen. Before she could say a word, she looked up and whispered into her ear. “I do not know what happened but she got a call from CMD Swansong and all hell broke loose”. Harley Stood up and walked to her CO’s office.

When she entered, she found Andromeda sitting at her desk reading report at lightning speed. Andromeda did not bother to look up but waved her XO over. She did not bother to say a word. She merely turned her console around and ordered the computer to reply the recent orders that came in. Harley sat up and watched. The computer sounded in that irritating female voice “Replaying at time index 1021 this date”. On the screen appeared a very annoyed CMD Valerius Swansong. “Lt Cmdr St John. Before I go on, I will just apologies upfront. It seems that ADM Bragoon has pulled some strings. There will be an Intel “advisor” on the strike mission. It seems that we were right. There is something more going on and I plan to get to the bottom of this. When I do, I promise you that I will deliver a head on a platter to you”. Andromeda paused the message. “That does not seem too out of line for Intel”. Andromeda just glared at her XO. Normally, Harley would just glare back. Something in her XO’s eyes suggest very strongly, this was not the day to do it. Andromeda resumed the play back. “Further more, the Admiral is evoking Starfleet regulations. As you are the CO of Pathfinder and this is a dangerous mission, you are hereby ordered to remain on Pathfinder”.

Harley was speechless, for about 3.8 seconds. Harley let fly words that even the computer was wise enough not to translate. “Did you try to call CMD Swansong to get to the bottom of this?” Harley asked. Andromeda took a deep breath. She had to remind herself that it was not Harley fault. It was no one’s fault save for a frakking bastard of an Admiral in Intel. “I tried several times. Each time, my calls were re-routed to Intel’s office. That bastard just sat there and smiled and asked if there was anything wrong”. Harley was livid. She knew this Admiral and what a bastard he can be. There had been several occasion were she wanted to, and rumor had it, even tried to slit his throat.

Andromeda sat back in her chair and looked out of the window. “The last time that fleet regs were insisted upon, our strike team went on a mission and brought back Raven DarkHolme. They were afraid I was going to kill her”. Harley had read the report of the incident where Andromeda nearly did while she was in custody. Well, this time, he is not getting his ways.” Andromeda stated flatly. Harley smiled. “That’s my girl.” Harley sensed that there was something more. Something Andromeda was not telling her. “Andi, is there something else I should know”? Andromeda slowly turned her chair to face her. “When was the last time you saw Kazia”? That was a question that caught Harley off guard. Well to be honest, I have not heard from her from her in over a month. Why do you ask”? Andromeda handed Harley a PADD. On it was a BOLO. “From Command: BOLO: Lt Kazia Ravenheart reported missing possible kidnapping. Lt Ravenheart was last seen at the Vulcan Monastery on Lynaria 2. Reports are that an unknown craft was detected rising out of the water and headed to the Monastery. Evidence shows that a fight had broken out. Blood patterns are consistent with a fight. There are no witnesses to the actually abduction. All surveillance equipment went offline during the possible abduction”. Harley’s heart fell to the floor. She looked up at Andromeda. “What is being done”? She asked. Finish reading Andromeda said. Harley looked down and did not see anything but a blank screen. Andromeda said before Harley could ask, “Enter your command code”. Harley did so. Instantly, the screen lit up again with the words flashing, “Classified Data: Blood traces are consistent with the aliens known as Kellen that have attacked Pathfinder Station”.

Harley stood up and threw the PADD against the wall, where it shattered. She turned to face her CO, “Ok now I understand why you are pissed. Wait until my cousin hears about this. She will go nuts. How long ago did this happen?” Harley asked. Andromeda took a very deep breath, “Over a month ago. They think. Intel sat on it until they could declassify it”. Harley just stood there and stared at Andromeda. Andromeda watch as Harley’s eyes turned even redder than before. Harley’s hand went to her dagger and she started out of the office. When she got to the door, it was locked. “Harley looked at her boss and was just shaking. Andromeda looked at her XO, “Why do you think I have been sitting in this officer for the past hour and a half? I am trying to save the life of the Admiral, and yours and my careers”. Harley returned to her seat rubbing her head. Andromeda opened her desk drawer and pulled out a hypospray and tossed it to Harley. Harley held it questioningly. “Do not ask. Just used the darn thing before your head explodes”.

“Ok boss, what the hell are we going to do?” Harley asked. Andromeda smiled, “Simple, I am going to violate orders. You are going to finish crew evals today and then, we are going to go and kick someone bloody behind until we feel better. My feeling is, we find that Kellen base and we find any info on Kazia and bring her home.

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OPERATIONAL ORDERS: KELLEN BASE
All crewmembers must read and observe the “Rule of Engagement”.
All Crewmembers WILL observe the “Prime Directive” during the mission.
Report to PRF Conference for Pre-mission Briefing.
Pathfinder staff will travel via USS Cortana. The ship shall remain in orbit during the mission.
Find and Locate the Kellen base if it exists.
Gather all data and recover anything not nailed to the floor.

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Everyone will need to have Ancient Egyptian style clothing.
You will also need their combat meter.
The only weapons allowed on their sim will be swords, bows, shields, and spears.

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PART ONE

Author’s note: This is the story of Kazia Ravenheart. It is part of the Kellen RP currently going on.

110625 Vulcan standard time.

Lt Kazia Ravenheart sat meditating in the stone gazebo that over looked the ocean at the Vulcan Monastery on Lynaria 2. She had chosen to come here to relax her mind and renew her spirit. She needed a place to think about her future. She had been feeling that her life was still unsettled and needed added focus and direction in thought. She had tried to put her past behind her but, once the Borg has assimilated you, you can never forget anything. The Borg had augmented her body. She was smarter, stronger and faster than most around her, save her friend Andromeda St John. It was because of that, that Intel had recruited her for work. Her Borg implants had made her into a walking data storage unit. Coupled with the Vulcan mental disciplines, there was very little that she could not accomplish.

Kazia has few friends. People in the Federation still had a great deal of trepidation being around a Borg drone, regardless if the collective no longer existed. People were unable to get over their fears. Kazia had hid her implant with her long hair. The one that could not be removed, were covered over with synthetic skin curtsey of Intel. The few friends she did have came in the form of her mate Quintus, who was part of the family that rescued her after her Borg vessel crash near a place only know as Avilion. Her other friend was a woman named Andromeda. She was the chief of security and was one of very few people in her life that she would have to seriously think twice before taking her on. They had become close friends since they had been working together on the Orion matter. The three of them were almost a family of sorts. All of them alone with very few people they could turn to.

She was coming out of her meditation because of a sound. When she opened her eyes, there stood before her, three beings. One held what looked like a scanning device. The other two held weapons. Her internal translator quickly matched the language and began working. “Signal the ship, we have found her”, said the one with the scanner. One of the aliens near her pulled out a device and spoke into it. Within moments, a small craft could be seen raising out of the ocean and heading their way. The two with weapons started to advance on her. Kazia’s brain had already analyzed the situation and had already worked out three tactical outcomes. When the one on her left touched her should, she struck. She snapped a punch to his jaw. She heard and felt its jaw cave up. She then spun around and grabbed the gun hand of the second alien and broke the arm cleanly. The third alien tried to advance on her. When he was within reach, she tried to apply the nerve pinch. To her surprise, the alien just looked at her trying to understand what it was she was doing. Seeing as that was not working, Kazia did a sidekick and dropped the alien to the ground. She then rose and was heading to the nearby comm station to sound the alarm when four more aliens dropped from the ship. One carried a nasty looking weapon. Before she could do anything, the alien fired and all she saw was blackness.

Kazia woke up on a table, noticing a great deal of activity around her. She used her Vulcan discipline to keep her body still. She allowed her implants to begin recording what was going on around her. She listened to the activities around her. A voice spoke up, “She is awake and has begun recording us”. “darn”, she thought to herself. That was when she realized that her body restrained. She opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. She noticed that tubes and wires had been attached to her body. She felt a shape pain in her head and let a scream slip from her lips. Somehow they have bypassed her control on her neuro implants and could illicit pain to her that was beyond her ability to control.

A face appeared over her and it peered down at her. When the face moved away, she felt the table that she was on rotate forward. From this position, she could survey more of the lab. They were in a stone room with few native furnishings. She could pick up the smell of salt water nearby. Around her was science equipment. To the far corner, there were three stasis pods. Each contained a body that appeared to be in different stages of health. A being stepped in front of her. “So, how does it feel to be on a table under someone else’s control”? Kazia spoke in the alien’s language, “I am Vulcan. We do not have feelings”. The alien for his part became angry to which Kazia did not understand. “I do not care what you used to be. All you are not is just a Borg. A murderous killing machine!” Kazia could feel the fear in the pit of her stomach. She had feared that a day like this would come. The day that would she met survivors of Borg assimilation. “I am not longer Borg. I am an officer in the United Federation of Planets. My name is”. She was cut off. The Alien was anything but in a pleasant mood. “I do not care what your designation is or was. You are nothing more that just a Borg. You new masters may have reprogrammed you but that is all they have done”.

“What is it that you want of me?” Kazia asked. Another Alien moved in front of her and answered with a deadly smile. “You are going to help us get our world back and we are going to use your body to do just that. But first, we need information as to how you work”. He then turned to a technician who activated some controls. A blue substance was injected into the IV that was attached to her left arm. Kazia soon felt her body go numb. She lost all control over her implants and her normal body. To her surprise, she watches as her arms rose up in the air and began moving around. “See, I told you that we could block her neuro control over her Borg implants. I have control of the implants”. Said a young female scientist. The first Alien said, “Good, see if you can access her memories. Start with the earliest records that you can find”. The technician went to work surfing through giga-quads of memory. “I found the first file. I will out it up on the screen”.

Lt Kazia Ravenheart of Starfleet was no more. She had become a living nightmare. She no longer had control over her body or her thoughts. All she could do was respond to commands. She was standing in a regeneration chamber. A figure appeared before her and spoke. “Your memory shows that you were a scientist in the Vulcan High Command. You are assigned to Analysis. Respond to Tactical station 2 at sub-junction 13”. Without warning, she felt her body move and assumed her new station. She quickly scanned the situation. A fleet of forty vessels was closing in on their position. As she looked at the ship, she realized that she was looking at Starfleet vessels. In the next instant, she had given up every bit of information that she possessed on each ship. In her mind she heard the communication between ships. “I am Locutus of Borg. Your lives, as you know it is over. Stand down your weapons and escort us to sector 001”. That came from the drone standing next to her. For the next 45 minutes, she looked on as each vessel was destroyed or heavily damaged. She looked on the display as the remains of the ships were scanned and survivors were beamed aboard.

After the battle, she was assigned to the assimilation teams. She watched her body as it began the process of transforming people into new drones. At one point, Kazia had the shock of her life. On the table before her was a male that she had been romantically involved with. He looked into her eyes. “Kazia? No, Kazia, stop this. Let me go, I can help you. KAZIA!!!” Others in the group also began screaming as limbs and other body part were removed and replace with Borg prosthetics. Some screamed as nanites began their work from within. All she could do was scream in her mind and remember it for the rest of her life. Over the next few hours, she could feel each new mind as they were added to the collective.

A few hours later, she had been woken from a regenerative cycle with a command to report to the Sphere for immediate launch. As she and thousands of other drones entered the Sphere, they each took up a station. The ship was launched as the main cube exploded. The explosion covered their escape. Out of the view port, she could see Earth. Then the ship vibrated slightly as it entered Transwarp and was gone. That was the last time Kazia would ever see the Alpha Quadrant again.

Kazia lay on the table screaming as the nightmares from hell ended. The leader of the Alien team barked out an order, “Find out where she served. What was her function”? The young female touch more controls and Kazia heard a voice from her past. Not just any voice but, her own. “We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile”. The leader appeared to be very pleased. “What is your designation drone? Who and where did you serve”? Kazia answered, “I am are 2 of 12, secondary adjunct to Unimatrix 19. Assimilation”. The leader was even more pleased. “That means you are full of self replicating nanoprobes. That is just what we needed”. The leader turned to his people, “You have done well. Extract the nanoprobe from her and begin testing, I want this weapon operation within a few days”. Each of the scientists went to work to get their new weapons system online. They had gotten lucky and found the right drone.

Kazia felt her left arm move slightly forward. The injection tubes in the back of her hand shot outward. A technician held a containment jar under the tubes. “Please stay away from those. You do not know what you are doing” Kazia pleaded. The technician ignored her as the young woman at the main console entered commands and Kazia could feel her arm spray nanoprobes. The technician holding the containment jar made the mistake of touching one of the tubes. It triggered an auto-response. The tube snaked upward and stabbed the technician in the arm. She tube began pumping nano-probes into the young man. He began to scream as the dormant nanoprobes started to make a new drone. The other members of the Alien team ran over to help him but it was too late. Even worse was the fact that there no longer was a collective. He would remain in a state waiting for command that would never come. He essentially was nothing more than a living statue. The leader became so enraged, that he turned toward Kazia and struck her repeatedly. Being unable to move, all she could to was endure the beating until she lost consciousness

when she awoke, she was still restrained upon the table. She heard the voices of the aliens talking quietly. Kazia recognized the voice of the female that was working the controls, “There just simply not enough for what we need. We have to keep her alive and healthy so she can continue to produce the nano-probes. For some reason, they will only replicate within her body”. Then the leader spoke up, “So, there is no way around it then? Fine, place her in a containment unit. We will milk her as needed. Once we have enough, she will pay for what she did to our people”. Kazia closed her eyes and accessed her memory core and began to working out messages to her friends. Once that was done, she stored it into her protected memory core. If her body was found, there were friends in Starfleet that would know how to retrieve the messages. Kazia had analyzed her situation 1000 times. It all ended with the same answer. She was most likely going to die. She was not afraid to die. What she was afraid of most, was not being able to say goodbye. When she was assimilated, she never got the chance to call her family. She could not even leave something behind for them to even know. Now the same thing was happening all over again. She lay there thinking of only one person. The one person she very much wanted to see again.

THE PAST:
Kazia woke up in a place known as Avilion, just outside the mist to where a small dark being was crouched over her, poking her with dagger. “You are species 448. You call yourself “The Drow” she said to the little dark alien. “I am not species 448. I have a name. You will do well to remember that drone. The Drow was Quintus was a Master Ranger of the First Order there.
Quintus was leading a salvage operation to take all technology from the Borg vessel including her. Quintus had asked her Captain if she could take the drone back to try and free her of the collective. The Captain nodded his agreement and she left. Quintus took her squad back and recovered the Borg. Once back in space, the ships doctors began to work on the Borg. The first thing they did was to remove all Borg communication devices so that it could not be spied upon. The next step was to surgically remove as many of the implants they could without killing her. Once this was done, Kazia regained control of herself and learned to understand the Drow language fairly quickly as it is similar to the Orions and a few others within Avilion. She was given the surname "Ravenheart".

For the next few years, she lived amongst the Drow. Many accepted her because of the fact, she look like a “White” Elf with her pointed ears. Over that time, she grew closer to Quintus. Quintus for some reason had taken a liking to her. It would be a year before she regained her full Vulcan control. During that time, Quintus helped her through the more emotional issue she had to deal with. One day, Kazia asked Quintus, “Why are you helping me, I am a monster, I killed and ruin many lives”. Quintus simply looked at her and said, “You remind me of a friend my cousin and I once had. She came to our aid when others were picking us. She was a lot like you, always in control of her feelings, unless, we were alone. Besides, you are not evil. You were forced to do those acts.” Kazia looked at her trying to make sense of what she was saying. Quintus offered nothing more.

One day, Quintus stopped by Kazia’s sleeping chambers to check on her friend. She had not been acting right and they were concerned that the implants might be repairing themselves. When Kazia allowed Quintus to enter, she was shocked at what she saw. Kazia had a wild nearly insane look to her face. She was sweating heavily. Her clothes had been ripped off. Quintus ran to her friend, “What happened here. Did someone attack you? Kazia fell to the floor and was visibly shaking. “Quintus, I need your help. I am dying”. Quintus’s heart raced. “Let me summon a healer”. Without warning, Kazia grabbed Quintus’s hand and nearly broke it. Quintus was driven to the ground by the pain. When Kazia realized what she was doing, she released the little Drow. “I’m sorry, I forgot how strong I am. Quintus, I cannot fully explain it to you but I am entering my people mating time. If I do not find a mate, I will die a most horrible death”. Quintus started to laugh. “I have heard males try that one before”. Kazia just looked at Quintus. The look on her face showed that this was not a joke. Something in Quintus told her that this was no game. Quintus asked, “What do you need me to do?” Something primal in Kazia smiled, “Do not resist me”. Before Quintus could move, Kazia was upon her.

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Part Two: Kazia Ravenheart Story

Over the next few weeks, Kazia endured much more pain and suffering. The leader wanted even more information as to how the Borg drones worked and operated. He was after something more than just nano-probes. They had begun to operate on her without the kindness of anesthesia; they cared little for the fact that she could feel pain. In fact, most of the team relished the fact. It seemed to Kazia that she was going to pay for all the crime that the Borg had committed. When she was not being cut on, she spent her time floating in a stasis chamber. Each time she woke up, she found that she had more wires attach to her compensates. More of her endoskeleton was exposed. Her body did its best to regenerate but it could not keep up with the slow grow damage that she was facing.

During one of the “operations”, she had pasted out from the pain. Kazia’s last thoughts were of her friends in Starfleet. Each one meant the world to her. Though her Vulcan control would never allow her to admit it openly, she loved and cared for everyone. Each one had added bright new diversity to her life. New possibilities. The last face she thought of was of a not so grumpy Drow. Her white hair, her warm touch. She remembered the smile that few ever got to see on her face. As she left this world, she took with her, the feel of Quintus’s arms around her body when they got to spend those quiet moments alone in the forest, on the beach, or in the caves. From somewhere unknown to her, a voice sounded and a light shown brightly. She felt a hand touch her. Kazia looked up to seen a face. At first she hugged the women before her. The woman smiled and said, “I am not the person think I am”. Kazia looked again and stepped back. It was then that she realized that the woman was much taller but had many of the same features. The woman was wearing a long white flowing dress. She had long white hair that draped down the small of her back. She had red piercing eyes and a strong grip. “I am Ilania. We seem to have made friends with the same two little grumpy Drows. Come with me. We have been awaiting your arrival. She took Kazia by the hand and led her into the light. Kazia did not feel and fear.

Kazia was led into a large cavern. It was dark and cool. There was the taste of water in the air. Ilana continued to lead her down to a large area. They started to slow as they heard the sound of chanting. Kazia could sense that someone was nearby but it was too dark to see anything. Then, she started to see three points of light. It appeared to be a set of three crystals that had begun to glow. They slowly rose into the air and began to circle a small being that was sitting on the ground. As the light increased, she could start to make out features. The being was small and had gunmetal gray skin. It eye were open and glow red with an intensity of a reactor core. The hair she thought might have been white, but the crystals had turned it to a light purple color. The being was naked and unmoving. All at once, there was a flash of light and then there were two of them. One was still sitting on the ground and the other was standing and looking around. When their eyes found each other, they locked gazes. “Quintus?” Kazia inquired. A big grin creased the face of the little Drow warrior as she realized that she had achieved what she had set out to do. “I see you have met Ilana, I knew if anyone could find you, she could. I would have been here soon but your darn Starfleet did not report you missing.

Quintus told Kazia how Harley had contacted her after she had gotten word from her CO that she had been missing for over a month and that for some reason, the Intel department wanted to keep it a secret. Kazia had been surprised. She hadn’t realized that she had loss track of time. Kazia, started to break down, “Quintus, you have to get me out of here. There are going to use my to commit unspeakable horror. I do not know exactly what it is they are planning, nor do I know who they are.” Quintus ran over to her friend and embraced her. It was rare that she could get Kazia to express any emotions. If she was doing it not and so openly, things were bad, very bad. “Kazia, can you tell me where you are. A location? Can you describe your surroundings?” Quintus asked. Kazia steadied herself and sent Quintus telepathic images, smells and sensation. She describes the stone room she was in, the smell of the salt air and warm temperatures. She had postulated that the planetary rotation was 19,85 hours in a single day. She sent her more images of the thing that had been done to her, the pain she was in. The feeling of the loss of control she had as she could no longer control her own body. She when shared how she felt as she watch and felt the nano-probe leave her body and enter the young alien. Quintus was deeply shaken. She could feel her friend’s suffering. All it did was to finally understand why Kazia fight to keep such control over herself. She had no idea that her species had such deep intense feelings. Other, that kind of intensity would tear them apart. As Quintus began to take all of it in, a rage of biblical proportion started to build inside of her. It threatened to overwhelm her and it may break the link. Kazia called to her to break her out of that little know Blood Rage that some Drows can be driven towards. “Quintus, they are only keeping my alive until they have enough nano-probes. Please get word to Harley. She will know what to do.” Kazia pleaded. Quintus hugged and kissed her. Before she left, she hugged and kissed her friend Ilana. “Kaz, you have my word. We are coming for you. Hang on for as long as you came. I will be back. Ilana will watch over your. When you sleep, just call to her. She will do the rest. With that, there was a flash of light and everything was gone. Kazia woke again floating in the stasis chamber. As she looked outward, the group of alien looked in and was taking reading. It was time to extract more nano-probes. Behind them, was the new drone lying on a table. Part of it body had been removed and was lying on the table with wire and input control attached to them. Some were moving. Other merely dismantled. Kazia look towards her arm ad it began pumping newly created nano-probe into the system. “Hurry Harley, please hurry”, she thought to herself as she closed her eye trying to blot out the memories of this period in her life.

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A formal request has arrived on my PADD from Lt Harley Quinn and Lt Cmdr Dana Offcourse. They plan to take a team to the Humboldt Belt to study crystal that had serious barring on our current issues with the Kellens. According to their finding < viewtopic.php?f=247&t=21396 >, these crystals were possible first encountered by our former CO CMD Rhodes. Due to the importance of these finding, I am authorizing this mission. I will also be asking that they make contact with CMD Rhoades prior to the mission to obtain and further data he may have. I will be seeing about getting our hands on a starship for them to use, even if it is a minor research vessel. They may need the full back up of something bigger.

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Location of Incident: CO Office, Pathfinder Station, Pinastri IV
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After speaking with Capt Mistwillow about the proposed “White Dwarf Mission”, it has been approved. However some changes must be made prior to the mission.

REQUIRED CHANGES
VESSEL UPGRADE: Runabout to Science class starship.

Mission status: APPROVED Stardate 111017. 2357

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CAPTAIN’S PERSONAL LOG: SS 902 - PATHFINDER

Name: Andromeda St John, Captain
MISSION STARDATE: 140115
PERSONAL LOG
LOCATION: Pathfinder Station
Task Force: Two



PATHFINDER STAFF
RANK NAME TITLE ASSIGNMENT RACE

Commander Sauber, Josie XO Command Terran
Captain St. John, Andromeda CO Command Keylarion-Kiana-Chakat
Captain Dagger, Quron CoEng Engineering Terran
LTjg Lionheart, Ruaelle VCoEng Engineering Vulcan-Romulan
LTjg LoveWitch Silverweb Engineering Terran
Captain Nakajima, Lan Engineering, Canian
MCapt Blatchford, Allen MAB Marine Terran
MCapt McConach, Shadow Co Marines Marine Terran
LTjg Dr. Emery, Dreamer Medical Orion
Lt Dr. Korobase, Meta Medical Terran
Lt CMDR Dr. Ninetails Flonne Medical Terran
ENS Sera Mission Specialist Unknown
LTjg Northspring Co Ops Operations Chakat
ENS Asagirl, Nicole Science Nekonian
ENS Glenfadden, Herbert Science Bolian
Lt McConachie, Lune Science Terran
Commander Offcourse, Dana CoSci Science Terran
Commander Seven, Marc Science Advirians
ENS Blaisdale, Morwen Security Terran
Commander Hyland, Kondrad CoSec. Security Caitian
ENS St. John, Broly Security Terran-Gallifreyan

SPECIAL GUEST STAR(S)
RANK NAME TITLE POSTING ASSIGNMENT RACE
Civilian Jenniisa Bar Owner Terran
Civilian Trudi Assist Unknown
Civilian Shayera Amaha Finance Officer PRS Chiron
Lt Mary Cantrell Yeoman PRS Yeoman to the CO Classified
Civilian Varda Silver Ru’s Mother Vulcan
Civilian Neptuna Mermidic
Civilian ZanyDourden Anarian
Civilian Makenzie (makenziemv) Anarian
Civilian Ten St John (tengugeisha) PRS Captain’s Daughter Unknown
Civilian Rosarot, Miststalker Science
Commodore Mistwallow, Kermie Joint Chiefs

Captain’s Personal Log Stardate 140116…

As I sit here in my office, I am reflecting on the events of this past year and the changes we have all gone through. For myself, I was changed into a Chakat from a blood transfusion by that frakking EMH. During that time, I lost my ability to change my size. I was actually stuck in my Terran size. That was until my reencounter with the Anarians. Somehow having been exposed to their energy crystals again triggered my form to change into a Keylarion/Chakat taur. I also enlarged to by a meter and a half. Needless to say, Q had to raise the door frame to several areas of the station. I had gotten tired or reshaping the framed to match my forehead. I have been working on my ability to change back and forth with some success. Unfortunately, I have not been able to hold my shift back into my Keylarion form nor been able to change my size. I have been stuck in this form and for the foreseeable future; I will remain in this form. How I wish I could sleep in my bed again or just to be able to sit in a chair. If nothing else, I have developed a soft spot for North’s issue with being a Chakat on a Federation base. While the Federation praises itself on its diversity, it seems to have forgotten that not all life-form are limited to only two legs.

Well, the New Year has finally arrived and things are going well for Space Station Pathfinder. Construction is closer to completion. By the end of last year, the science deck, ceremonial Hall and our Diplomatic meeting room, was completed by our stellar Engineering and Operation staff, the major areas that had needed to be completed was done. We also took delivery of four new classes of runabouts that our shuttle maintenance teams are currently going over them and getting the ready for service. One of our last missions from last year netted us a Defiant Class Starship called Nightstalker. The USS Nightstalker had been lost some twenty years ago. We had found the ship adrift and managed to salvage her. Once her refit is completed, Starfleet will assign her to our care and use. Much like DS9’s Defiant, the Nightstalker will temporarily serve as our science and research vessel and defense. I know that Commander Offcourse is itching to get her hands on her for a long term mission she has been planning, more on that later.

Over this past year, we lost officers and gained a few. Unfortunately, one of the officers we lost was Commander Josie Sauber. Josie filled her resignation and has stepped down from her long time position as the station’s XO. She cited that her had changes in her life and needed to move on. With reluctance, I accepted her resignation. We also gained an android. It was assigned to us by Starfleet. It was a former Intel droid. Personally, I want the frakking thing off my station but, I was over ruled by Starfleet Command. Quron believed that “she” would be a great addition to our crew. Personally, after her action, I have no faith or trust in it. Time will tell.

It took some time for me to settle on a few candidates for the job. After spending time and interviewing many candidates, I finally settled on Captain Quron Dagger. I was not sure that he would take the job as he often stated that he did not want to have anything to do with command. No, I did not hold a phaser to his head. To my surprise, he admitted to have been thinking of asking for the job. He also recommended LTjg Ruaelle Lionheart to replace him. It only took me three seconds to agree with him. Other changes to our command structure will be Crewman 3rd Class Herbert Glenfadden promoted to Vice Chief of Science. This will help to solidify our command structure. The only department that we will need to focus on will be medical.

Fleet command has sent word that they will be consolidating the fleet calendar. I am not sure how this will affect Pathfinder. I know a few officers are more than perturbed but, we will all just have to wait and see.


On a personal matter, my daughter Ten continues to be going through her physical changes. Her DNA appeared to be rewriting itself. The final out is unknown. I have privately asked medical to monitor her and these changes. The only thing that we can tell is that her body is disconnecting itself from her Borg implants. We are not sure what this is going to lead to but we will continue to monitor it. We have also taken on a feline being named Cressida. We are not sure of her origins. All that is unknown is that she came through the stargate. She appears to be more on the feral side of thing. She is trying to make an effort to fit in. Part of the problem is that she was abused wherever she came from. She does not trust other life-form which is making it difficult for her to feel safe amongst us.

Looking to this year, we will have to continue our efforts in assisting the Anarians. After seeing the devastation of their colony on Pinastri Prime, they are going to need a new home. Their colony will be completely inhabitable by them within a year. Once I get approval from Starfleet Command, we will begin a search to find a new planet for them to move to. This is going to be a race against time, to save a race that in years past had nothing but contempt for us. They destroyed the original Pathfinder and many of our friends. Now, we are going to save them. Where is the frakking justice in that? As my grand Mother would remind me, “Sometimes it is not about justice or revenge. Sometime, you just do the right thing for the right reason regardless of what it cost you”. I guess this is going to be ones of those times.

For now, I have a speech to write for this weekend’s promotion ceremony. Q will be the very first male XO I have ever had. This is going to be interesting. I guess it was bound to happen sometime. Regardless, I think he is going to make a great first officer. He will have to go through the same thing I did when I gave up my life in security. It hurt for a long time but I got over just as he will get over stepping out of engineering and into command Red. He will also have to learn to back off and allow Ru to grow into her position. This will be an interesting transition for the crew of Pathfinder. I do not know what the rest of this year will have in store for us but as always, it will be an adventure.

Computer, end log.
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CATION'S PERSONAL LOG

Name: Andromeda St John, Captain
Stardate: 150522
Location of Incident: PRS, Captain’s Office
Task Force: Two

PATHFINDER STAFF
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Captain St. John, Andromeda CO Command Keylarion-Kiana
ENS Reah, Safiya Security Trill (Joined)
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This personal log Stardate 150522, St. John reporting...

After incident with the Malons, I was hoping for a few days off before I had to dive right back into the rigors of command. Unfortunately we just received new orders to take a new ship design on trails. Something called the “Vox Aura”. Add to that I'm expecting a shuttle within the next few hours full of brand-new shiny personnel for Pathfinder. Normally, this would fall to the XO the handle and do the meet and greet, unfortunately my XO is off at the command conference and will be gone for a week. This leaves me with a fun and joy of meeting new personnel. I even have to be nice and I just do not have it in me. I am hoping that this be quick and easy and though be no hang-ups whatsoever.

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Captain Andromeda St John sat calmly in her chair just staring at the Ensign in disbelief. The Ensign had just angrily stood and yelled, “Will you please just shut the frak up, I cannot hear myself think”! Now the Ensign just stood there staring back at the Captain, scared wondering when Security was going to be called for the crazy person yelling at the Captain. Safiya stood there shaking from anger and embarrassment. In her abdomen, was the cause of her anger. In her abdomen resided her new life partner. Safiya was a newly joined Trill and was still having a hard time with the whole affair. The Reah Symbiont had only been in her for barely four months. Four months of hell if you had asked Safiya.


FOUR MONTH AGO…

Safiya Reah was a newly joined Trill. She had never had a desire to be joined. In fact the Delta Quadrant Trill Commission Board had been encouraging her to apply to be joined. Safiya had caught the attention of the actual commission because she graduated college at the age of 14 she was considered by many to be brilliant for her age. At the age of 15, she had been granted special consideration for early admission to Starfleet academy. It was this fact that caught the eye of the Trill's Commission Board. In her attempt to evade TCB, she had taken a leave of absence from the academy to join her parents on a two-year archaeological dig in an unknown area space. She was perfectly content working with her parents at the site and using this time for her science degree at the academy. Unfortunately life took a wrong turn and she had to face the one thing that she'd been hoping to avoid all her life.

The explosion had rocked the whole camp site. Alarms sounded through the dig site. There had been a violent explosion and Danek Reah, a Trill archaeologist, had been caught in the blast with two other scientists. The explosion a caught Danek Reah almost cleanly in the chest and it had thrown his body free of the cave entrance and landed some 30 meters away. When rescue teams found his body he was missing both legs one arm had multiple fractures in this thoracic area and had nearly 70% third-degree burns over what remained of his body. Every effort was made to keep his body going to keep the Symbiont alive however with was too much damage for the small under equipment medical Facility to keep him and the Symbiont alive. The acting leader of the dig site contacted the TCB to gets a suitable candidate to take the Symbiont as soon as possible. The closest possible candidates were actually Saniya’s parents, and they were still seven days out of high warp. That left only one available person in the area. When lead archaeologists came to her tent informed her of the decision the TCB made, she began to cry and scream and beg for anything other than having to take the Symbiont. Ever since she was little girl, she had nightmares of the slug crawling around inside of her body taking over controlling her and taking over her will. For years her parents, teachers, and counselors from the TCB had done their best to try and allay her fears and explain to her what the Symbiont really was. She didn't care; she didn't want one in her body. She made an attempt to run out of her tent, but as soon as she neared the opening she felt a strong hand grip her arm. She heard and felt the hiss and everything went black.

She is aware of feeling like she's floating on air, a lightness that she wasn't quite able to define. A voice was calling to her telling her, "Safiya, Thank you for doing this you saved my life". Safiya not really aware of her doing anything just simply said, "You are welcome". The voice said to her, "I know you didn't want this, but I need your help. For now we both need rest and time to recover, we will speak when you're stronger". Then the voice fell silent.

The next morning, in the medical facility, Safiya was trying to wake up. She'd never had any type of medical procedure done and try to awaken from the anesthesia was difficult was in slow going. She was aware of her surrounding and thought, "Why am I in the medic facility did something happen to me?” A voice sounded in her head, "You did a very brave thing for one so young as yourself. You will always have a friendship and my gratitude". She looked around the room but did not see anyone standing nearby. "There's nobody in here but us", said the voice. "Who are you, and where are you?” said Safiya. The voice said, "I am Reah". Safiya tried to think and concentrate, "Reah, Danek Reah? I thought you had died, they said you had been killed. Well I'm glad you made it, for some strange reason I had this nightmare that you died then they stuck your Symbiont inside of me". The voice then giggled and very calmly and matter factly, "He did, and they did, and you do". It was then that she felt something moving underneath this the sheets. Not only underneath the sheet that felt like underneath her own skin. She gripped her bedsheets and pulled back to reveal her bare abdomen and a slight surgical scar those off to her right side. Being so small and thin, she immediately saw the small mount in her abdomen moving and pulsating. Then she heard the voice yell, "SURPRISE"!!!! That was when Safiya began to scream, and did not stop screaming until the Medic came in and sedated her again.

For the next seven days Safiya had brief periods of consciousness and those are under heavy guard. The few times that she was conscious she had made multiple attempts at trying to cut open her flesh to pull Symbiont out. The TCB had ordered that Safiya remain unconscious until either her parents arrived or a team from the TCB could arrive to counsel her help her through this transition. It was rare but, not unheard of Trills not wanting and even refusing to take a Symbian but, in times of emergencies the TCB had the authority to order someone to take a symbiont to preserve its life. The Reah symbiont had been alive for more than 400 years and they cannot afford to have all that knowledge and experience lost. Regardless of what set Safiya wanted or what she dreamed for herself, her life was no longer just hers. She had to share her life with the TCB in the Reah symbiont.

She woke up feeling the hair in her head being brushed backwards, warm hands, loving hands held hers. The flesh around her wrists and ankles had been rubbed raw from her fighting her restraints for the past several days. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw parents sitting next to her bedside. She begged and begged to have them get the Symbian out. She told them that the darn thing would not shut up. It kept flooding her head with images, memories that were not hers. Apparently, Reah’s previous host were quiet sexually active where she had not even kiss anyone yet. She felt like she was losing her mind. For the next three months counselors from the TCB, her parents, friends and other joined trills tried to helped her deal with the challenges of having a strong Symbiont. Well, at least she had stopped trying to cut it out. The bond had been completed and separating them would mean her death. She was not entirely convinced that was still not the better choice.

Because of the Symbiont past lives and experiences both in and out of Starfleet, Safiya changed career paths and went into Security. She blasted through the academy in record time and was granted early graduation. For some unknown reason, she had insisted on being posted to Starbase Pathfinder. When asked why there, all she would say was that she felt she could further her career there. In truth, she needed the help of someone there.

PRESENT…
Safiya stood there looking at Capt. St. John completely dumbfounded. She could not believe what she had just done. She had heard stories of the Captain, of how she was actually a giant Amazon being, and that she could supposedly bench-press a small shuttlecraft. Write this particular moment she was hoping that she wouldn't have to find out the hard way. Capt. St. John just looked up at the new Ensign and asked "excuse me, did I hear you correctly"? "Oh God! I am so sorry ma'am, that was not directed at you I swear I promise!" Safiya said in your panic. "I would never in my life to address a senior officer let alone my new commanding officer in such a manner. You have to understand I'm a newly joined trill in I'm not quite used to the symbiont and really just not dealing with this whole thing well. If I may be excused..." The Captain raised a hand and pointed to the chair. "Sit down Ensign and take deep breath; I fully understand what you're going through. When I was your age I went through a similar episode my own life, so understand what it feels like a part of you wants act one way and you consciously want to do something else". Safiya's eyes grew large as she looked deep into the captain's eyes and saw understanding there. "Yes ma'am, thank you". Safiya sat down shakily and try to recompose herself. Inside her head she heard Reah talking to her, "See I told you we could trust her she understands were going through. You need to trust me on this; I really believe she can help us".

As Safiya was calm yourself down, Capt. St. John explained to her about her own life. About being a hybrid between two races and what feels like to be pulled by both sides. She explained to her about growing up in discovery and she had unique abilities and talents. About her mother's race the Keylarion (humanoid) in her father's race the Kianas (feline). She explained the Safiya that while she mostly stayed in her Keylarian form, she can always feel the pull of her Kiana side. She explained that sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the two and to keep everything under control. She went as far as to admit that she always had a lifelong fear that she would lose control for Kiana side like she it once before. That resulted in the slaughter 32 lives of not so innocent Orion's.

As the captain went on, Safiya thoughts were self, "I guess I don't have it so bad". Reah also thought the same thing. When the Captain had finish she just sat back and looked at Safiya. Safiya looked at the Captain and was unsure what to say. "Captain, can I say something to you privately and I have it on the record"? Andromeda lean forward and raise an eyebrow, and reach for the controls that would disable the audiovisual recordings in her office. "You may speak freely Ensign". The Ensign took a deep breath, look at the captain and said "Captain, there's a specific reason why I, I mean we, asked for posting on the station. There's a matter of great importance to us that might have some bearing on the future of the station and I need your help".

For the next hour or so Safiya Reah told the captain everything she knew, what she felt, and the previous Reah Host had uncovered. When all was said and done, she sat back and looked at the Captain, waiting for some sort of response. To her surprise, Capt. St. John stood reached out her hand and said "You're going to be an interesting addition to the station I look forward to working with you". Safiya Reah stood and took the Capt.'s hand and smiled. After she been dismissed and was walking towards the door she heard the Captain say "By the way Ensign, welcome the Starbase Pathfinder".

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