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"Shields down. Shields up. Shields?? Shields????" -USS BARCLAY 06.181006.1215

The USS Taylorholic Durant is considered to be the Flagship of the UFS Fleet. We are honoured to have Admiral Mike Calhoun as our former CO and as a current crew member, as well as other luminaries. We support UFSA as much as we can and we provide mentorship to the JOOP & CGSD graduate programs.
We roleplay in-world on a drop-in and scheduled basis. We also add to our history and environment by writing RP Narratives, Mission Logs & Personal Stories for the UFS forum.
Inspired by the ship's namesake, the late Admiral Taylorholic Durant, crew members work to exemplify the behaviour, actions & vision of United Federation Starfleet in everything they do. Our first rule: to be kind to one another. And have fun.
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=^= STARFLEET COMMAND ORDER BEGINS =^=

TO: CMDR RAGS HOOCH
USS BARCLAY NCC REB111
STEAMRUNNER CLASS
STARDATE: 181005

ORDERS 9372ale9s004.d


OBJECTIVE: Sector 002B (Farn), Grid E5

INVESTIGATION: Urgent call from Farm Prime in the Nekrit Expanse. Someone has tampered with their planetary shield and they fear an invasion. The shield normally will open to allow their ships to exit, but it is not responding to commands from Farn Control.

Task: Approach Farn Prime with caution. Access the Planetary Shield Grid control. Determine situation. Effect repairs.

Number of days: indeterminate

Will proceed date: 181006

Security Clearance: Level 2, Need to know, with reference to General Order 5*.

Personnel: See order TH98ls92a. All assigned personnel to report for duty at 1215 hours.

*General Order 5: In cases of extreme emergency, Federation special representatives are empowered to assume emergency powers to deal with a condition or circumstance that is deemed hazardous to the welfare of Federation citizenry.

=^=== ORDERS END ===^=


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CAST OF CHARACTERS
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Rags Hooch (Capt) - CO ((Poison Toocool))
Ghost Lightening (Lt Cmdr), Intel/Tactical ((GreenLantern Excelsior))
Blaze Comet (Lt JG), Engineering ((Knightspet))
Brittany Tairov (Cadet), Helm/Ops, ((brittany00a))
Draco Dimanovic (Cadet), Medical/Science

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Rags Hooch looks to the viewscreen. Another patrol done. No sign of the Federated Feline Federation this time. He sniffs. Good, maybe they got scared. Now he's looking forward to getting back to Pinastri and having a good walk in the forest. "Helm, ETA to HQ?"

Brittany Tairov: "A few hours, capt"

Ghost Lightening stands at the Tactical station and checks over the systems. Every part of the console indicates readiness. He sniffs as he scans nearby space. No alarming scents are detected and no threats are shown on the sensors. "Tactical reports no threats within scanner range, sir."

Draco Dimanovic sets up at the console, his fingers flowing confidently over the controls, "Medical and science ready Sir, standing by for orders.... Sandwiches packed and ready to roll"

Blaze Comet sits down at his console, running his fingers through his hair as he checks over everything making sure the ship is running smoothly, not seeing anything that is not working properly. Looks up to the Captain, " Sir Engineering is good to go."

Hooch remembers some historical log he'd seen that said something about days being hours he wondered if hours could be minutes, the hours of having nothing to do but watch stars go by or even worse, check crew rotation, are not pleasing to his mind. He perks up at the word 'sandwiches' but then recalls his standing order that there should be no food allowed on the bridge. Engineering was complaining about the crumbs. He sniffed, then sneezed. "Good to go where?" he says, tilting his head. "Home in one piece, I hope," he chuckles. "Helm, do not approach the Nekrit Expanse, change course to go around the edges if needed." Just then he heard a loud piercing beep and he turned to glare at Lightening.

Tairov: "rechecking the arrival time it set at one hour sir, aye sir."

Lightening scratches at a pesky itch spot as he continues to watch the sensors. Nothing so far and this was looking like another uneventful watch. He would like to curl up on the warm deck and take a nap, but that was not permitted. "Message coming in, Captain." He puts it on the speakers. =^= USS Barclay this is Starfleet Command. We have received an urgent call from Farn Prime in the Nekrit Expanse. Someone has tampered with their planetary shield and they fear an invasion. The shield normally will open to allow their ships to exit, but it is not responding to commands from Farn Control. Divert to Farn Prime. Approach Farn Prime with caution. Access the Planetary Shield Grid control. Determine situation. Effect repairs.=^=

Tairov: "coming along to course 328.5"

Dimanovic hears the loud beep and hopes he doesn't have to get up and treat the CO for a burst eardrum. Waits to hear what the beep was about and listens for further orders

Comet checks his screens fast maintaining power on the shields making sure that they are at 100 percent. Hearing the distress call as his ears perk up

Hooch opened his mouth to say, 'That's better, Helm,' when he was forestalled by Lightening's pronouncement that there was a signal. There was always a signal. One couldn't even get a catnap around here without a signal interfering. He growled a bit but tried not to scare helm, the last time he growled too loud with a cadet at the helm they ended up shooting off course by three LY. Nervous hand on the throttle. "Farn, eh? Shield won't go down... normally it's a problem if they won't come up. Never heard of such a thing. Well Helm, forget the Nekrit Expanse problem, change course for the Farn Sector. See if Engineering will cooperate and give us slip stream drive." He turns to Draco: "Ever heard of these folks? What do we know about them?"

Tairov: "changing course sir, engage,,,"

Lightening looks around at the Tactical station, wondering what would happen if the Barclay's shields pressed up against the Farn Prime shields. The Nekrit Expanse was another problem, caused issues with the shields and the sensors and potentially even the weapons.

Dimanovic taps the screen as the CO addresses him and replies, ''Largely unexplored sir, we do not know a great deal, I could scan as we get closer.....''

Comet: hearing the Captain, "Aye Sir." Looking at his screens as he scratches his head because it won't stop itching for some reason. Pivots his chair around, "Captain this is a warning that some systems might be affect by the Expanse. we need to take as many cautions as possible Sir."

Hooch: after just saying they should avoid the Nekrit Expanse, now they had to go in it. "Make your course one, two, six, mark two one, Helm, avoid that asteroid field at grid A two. Mr Comet, slip stream?" He adds, "Mr Lightening, acknowledge that signal from Peedy Thor and see if you can reach Farn Prime to let them know we're on our way." He nods at the warning. "Yellow alert."

Tairov: "making the course correction to one two six mark two one sir. the controls are a little sluggish but not bad, sir. yellow alert"

Lightening starts researching the shield around Farn Prime. It seems that a shield of any kind would need to have the shield emitters inside the shielded volume. So it was a bit of a mystery trying to sniff out what they were being asked to do. And there were some possible security concerns. "Captain, it seems to me that to repair the shield generator, we will need to be inside the shield. If we can determine a way to pass through their shield while it is still up, then maybe an enemy ship observing from nearby could figure out how we did it and use that weakness to attack Farn Prime." He activated external communications. =^=USS Barclay to Starfleet Command. Message received, proceeding on course for Farn Prime.=^= He switched channels. =^=USS Barclay to Farn Control. We are proceeding to Farn Prime to assist you with your problem. We should be there very soon. Barclay out.=^= Finally, he activated the Yellow Alert and the internal comm system. "Yellow Alert, all decks go to Yellow Alert. This is not a drill."

Dimanovic: "It's a large nebula too Captain, so expect navigation issues, maybe other areas... A thought about their shield issue too, can we hack their system? modulate ours to pass though theirs?" he asked

Security panel: Yellow alert

Comet pivots his neck, feeling a strain thinking must have slept upside down again as he looks to the Captain, "Sir slip stream is ready." It is working properly with no errors or complications.

Hooch nods to Dimanovic, "A reasonable suggestion however I am cognizant of Mr Lightening's observation regarding any hostiles in the area noting what we have done. Perhaps the first order of business here should be to scout the area. Sensors will be limited, I take it... Helm, take us into slip stream, mark a point 100,000 kilometers from Farm Prime and drop us from QSD to impulse at that point. Mr Dimanovic, would a probe extend our sensor range. Mr Lightening, this may well be the beginning of some kind of attack, but how would the sabatoge of a shield grid making it impossible to leave a planet, assist someone who wants to attack it?"

Tairov: "Aye sir entering the Slipstream ,,, ,,now. captain"

Lightening thinks about the shield issue and how an enemy could profit from it. "Well, sir, it occurs to me that someone has potentially sabotaged not the planetary shield itself, but merely the control interface that lets the Farnians turn it on and off. They could have added a component to the interface that allows them to turn it off remotely. They could also be watching to see how the repair effort is accomplished so that they could potentially learn more about the system and how to defeat it. We will need to take adequate security precautions if we are asked to work on their system. We could also recommend security features for them to ensure that enemies cannot do this again (if that's how it was done)."

Dimanovic nods to the CO's response and awaits further orders "AYe Sir, standing by on sensors...."

Comet scratches his head some more as he sees the yellow alert flashing. Looking up on his screen and back down at his console as he is monitoring the engines. Looks over at the Captain, "Sir QSD is operating normally however Sir I do not recommend prolonged use in the anomaly Sir."

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Hooch growls low... "Helm, distance to the 100,000 point? ETA? Mr Lightening, I want a full scan of the system as soon as we arrive, and launch a probe to assist, I want to know what warp trails or engine signatures you detect and I want to know fast. Be prepared to go to red alert." Turning to Dimanovic, "Will the gasses in the anomaly affect our crew at all? Radiation?"

Tairov: "15 minutes sir preparing to exit the slip stream . returning to normal space , red alert now"

Lightening thinks more about the shield issue and researches possible failure modes. "Sir, it seems to me that the shield interface failure could only have a small number of causes. It could have been caused by an enemy, or by an 'insider' (someone working in the Farnian Security Service and sympathetic to their enemies), or by the failure of a component within the interface, or by the failure of the power supply to the interface, or by the failure of the communications between the interface and the shield. If I were part of the repair team, I would want to recommend to the Farnians that they develop a backup method of raising and lowering their planetary shield, so they don't have to depend on a potentially faulty interface which becomes a single point of failure. Tactical will be ready for a full sensor scan upon arrival and we can go to Red Alert instantly at your command."

Dimanovic hears the Captain ask about radiation and says, "No sir, at yellow alert shields are up so we should be fine, but i'll have my eye on environmental control just in case...."

Comet: he stares down at his console at his station as he monitors the data coming across his screen. He concentrates closely as he watches the engines and shields making sure that they stay at full power.

Hooch: "Alright, Mr Dimanovic, choose an appropriate probe class for extending our shields. Mr Tairov, set frequency for probe telemetry and pass it to science. Tactical, prepare torpedo bay. Engineering, all power to deflector when we drop out of QSD, there's a lot of debris in the Expanse."

Tairov: "setting freq for probe passing it to science officer now"

Lightening checks that scanners are ready for the slipstream exit, that weapons are ready if the Captain orders a Red Alert, and double checks the location of the Red Alert button even though he has pressed it more times than he would like to remember. Scanners were going to be severely restricted but he would do his best to detect threats at the limit of their range. He double checks the torpedo bay at the Captain's order. "Phasers and photon torpedoes are ready for activation either at your command or when we go to Red Alert, Captain."

Dimanovic follows the COS orders and prepares a probe to extend shields and awaits the frequency, taps it in when it arrives, "Probe ready Captain...." double and triple checks everything as he awaits further orders

Comet hears the Captain, "Aye Sir." moving his paws down on his screens as he boosts the power to 100 percent to the deflector. Watching up at the viewscreen for when we drop out of QSD to boost all his power.

<<< The USS Barclay arrives at 100,000 distance from Farn Prime and drops from quantum slip stream drive to impulse. >>

Hooch: "If that probe is programmed and in the torpedo tube, launch it now," he barked. "Tactical, maintain yellow alert but have your paw on the weapons systems just in case. As soon as that probe is out there, science, tactical, scan for warp signatures. Mr Tairov, we will circumnavigate Farm Prime, stay alert and be prepared for evasive maneuvers. Mr Comet, we will need access to warp engines in the case of attack, but shields have priority."

Tairov: "aye sir circumnavigating farm prime ....... watching for trouble staying alert."

Lightening watches the scanners as they drop out of slipstream and into normal space. It takes a few seconds for them to scan and build up a picture. But something doesn't look quite right. "Maintaining Yellow Alert and ready for weapons on your mark. Captain, I am detecting...at least I THINK I am detecting, a ship of some kind at extreme sensor range. Sensors picked it up on their first sweep as we exited slipstream but I don't see it now. The indication was near an asteroid, and I am passing those coordinates to the helm."

Dimanovic: "Aye Sir, Launching probe......Shields extending momentarily...." he says after a moment passes, "Probe functioning normaly Sir...."

Comet hears the Captain, "Aye Sir.." Rubs his tired eyes thinking about how a cat nap sounds about great right now, shaking his head no have to focus catnap later. Pressing his booster as he boosts all the power to the shields keeping them steady and at 100 percent. Looking to his right at the warp engines, Captain, "Sir warp engines are online and functional."

Hooch leaned forward. If someone wanted a fight, he was all for it. Not that he should want to have one. He shouldn't. In fact, Starfleet was all about peace and equality and noble things like that. But if someone hissed at his ship, they should expect him to growl. And if they tried to swipe his ship with their nasty claws, well, he'd respond. Any do... ah, captain, would. "Tactical, red alert. Helm, relative bearing three, four, five, mark ten... Intercept course to that shadowy vessel, full impulse, ETA to those coordinates? Engineering, maintain shields, power weapons and have warp ready on my mark. Give me details, pupp... people." He turned to Dimanovic: "How many crew on that vessel, who are they?"

Tairov: "345.10 intercept course laid in and engaging sir. 5 minutes to vessel, sir"

Lightening scans the system, looking, searching, bouncing scans off of rocks and dust clouds, trying everything to find that ship. Stops suddenly to scratch one floppy ear and then gets back to business. He builds up a picture of the ship from several different sources, and hearing the command, he grins, tongue lolling out one side of his mouth. "Aye, sir, Red Alert it is. Shields at maximum, phasers and photon torpedoes online and ready." He punches the button that he has been looking at for the last few minutes and hears the satisfying alarm sound. "Red Alert, all decks go to Red Alert." He omits the part of "this is not a drill" because they were already at "not a drill" Yellow Alert. "Sir, the ship in question reads as Talaxian, but something is odd because that does not look like the type of ship that Talaxians normally use."

Dimanovic: "Readings suggest they are feline trying to hide as talaxian sir, they can't fool our sensors...." he answers, "those pesky cats again Sir...."

Comet: Maintaining shields Captain, "Aye Sir." Pays close attention to the shields watching that they don't drop low keeping them steady. Weapons are online they are fully powered Captain. Boosting his power to warp holding it steady at your mark Captain.

Hooch growled low. Felines! Of course. "Open a channel to that vessel, Mr Lightening. They are in Federation Space, what explanation do they have for being so close to a Federation planet. Meantime scan their weapons and tactical posture. And, make sure there is only one of them." Those Felines were crafty.

Tairov: "continuing on course to intercept the vessel, eta 3 mins"

Lightening bares his teeth and growls a little. Felines! FFF-felines!! The majestic Good Ship Barclay would not allow Flea inFested Felines to trouble their Fine Farnian Friends! His paw stabs at the external communications button. =^=USS Barclay to unidentified ship. You are encroaching on the security zone of Farn Prime, a member of the United Federation of Planets. What is your business here, and give us three good reasons why we shouldn't bite you in half right now. Respond!=^=

Dimanovic monitors read outs and awaits further orders. Those felines sure were persistent

Comet: as he maintains shields and weapons boosting to the maximum power holding them steady cause we may need everything we have. His stomach grumbling knows i forgot to do something today as he watches the viewscreen.

<< the feline ship suddenly jumps to QSD and disappears >>

Hooch watches the Feline ship run away, "Look at 'em go! Look at 'em run!" he chortles, then clears his throat. "Right, mark where they exited the system, we will follow their trail later. Right now, let's see if we can help the Farnites get their shield down. Helm, make course for Farn. Tactical, inform Farn we are on our way... Mr Dimanovic, prepare for an Away Team once we get that shield down, I think those Farnites need a little boost to their brain power, eh?" He was just joking. Mostly.

Tairov: "plotting course correction to Farm sir ,, *Smiles* 5 minutes till arrival. engaging"

Lightening focuses sensor sweeps on the area where the scroungy little ship is hiding. He will be able to get a weapons lock within two shakes if necessary. The asteroid was blocking any weapons fire right now, but if need be they could blast it into gravel with a photon torpedo and there would be no place for kitty to hide after that. His face displays the extreme sadness of a warrior being told to back away from a battle as the smelly little ship runs away to hide in a slipstream tunnel. They were lucky that they didn't have to tangle with the Big Dog today. He saves the record of their ship exiting the system so it can be recalled and analyzed later. Maybe their luck would run out after all. "Information saved, Captain." He activates external communications again. =^=USS Barclay to Farn Control. We have just chased off ship full of pesky vermin from your planetary security boundary and we are enroute to your location with expert assistance.=^=

Dimanovic quickly issues preparation orders for a fully equipped team to boost brains, "Aye Sir...." he smiled wide

Comet chuckles hearing the Captain. Continues to main power to the engines to see how we can help the Farnites get their shields down. It shouldn't be too difficult to say the least.

=^=
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Rags Hooch (Capt) - CO ((Poison Toocool))

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Brittany Tairov (Cadet), Helm/Ops, ((brittany00a))

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Blaze Comet (Lt JG), Engineering ((Knightspet))

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Draco Dimanovic (Cadet), Medical/Science

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Ghost Lightening (Lt Cmdr), Intel/Tactical ((GreenLantern Excelsior))

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