Thanks so much guys! :laugh:

Dark, it goes live next month. This was just the announcement.

Also read this from the "Ask Cryptic of February 2013":

Q: (korithian1) The recent teaser-trailer suggests that there will be Romulans added to the game soon. If this is so, has this given the team a good insight into what it takes to add additional factions to the game and will we see any more such as the Cardassians or Borg?

Dstahl: We have always had a plan for how we wanted to implement additional factions and we have polls dating back to early in the game’s life when we were looking to see which future factions players were most interested in. If and when we release a Romulan faction, you can expect that it would set the stage for how a Cardassian, Borg, or any other faction would be introduced into the game.


What that means to me is they used the Romulan faction as a modular (plug and play) base in order to easily (easier?) create new factions such as Cardassian and Borg. So, I would expect in the coming months we will see more factions being rolled out.

Chapter IX: Decidedly Complicated

Cradling his left arm, Semil limped doggedly down the hallway. Klaxons continued to blare through the corridor, despite his having taken the lighting controls offline.

His pulse and breathing were just returning to normal after his last encounter - this time with a pair of particularly aggressive Nausicaans. The one had managed to knock him down with a solid roundhouse sweep, twisting his ankle rather badly in the process. Add to that, landing on the shoulder he had dislocated some time before that.

Once he had gotten the upper hand with the disruptor he'd picked up, Semil had made sure to spare the Nausicaan the merciful efficiency of a swift death. Twisting the mek'leth blade run into his rib cage clearly made an impression, as the Nausicaan had growled and grunted in excruciating agony, his chest cavity pulling wide and ribs cracking.

Still, Semil felt little pain, in spite of his several injuries. In his many times welcoming Jem'Hadar back from battle, they had never acknowledged as much - but only with hindsight could Semil recognize the quiet, furtive thrill behind their eyes that they had worked so hard to conceal.

They had been, after all, only servants of the Founders. Taking pleasure in combat was something for these silly warrior races, with all their posturing and chest-puffing - not soldiers.

And most certainly, not Vorta. The closest he had ever been to live combat before had been watching the multiparametric tactical displays relaying holotelemetry from his platoons.

Still, it had never before occurred to him to inquire of his Jem'Hadar about the thrill of combat, the white hot rush of adrenaline and danger. How his pulse sharpened, his hearing and vision attuned, his movements became a dance - a single fluid expression of purpose and control.

Or moreover - the abject satisfaction of staring into a defeated opponent's eyes as the life drifted away from them. How was it this had never been a topic of the Vorta combat psychodynamics conferences he had attended in the past?

He would gloat, if there had been anyone else around to listen.

Only a few more slow, hobbled steps on his rapidly swelling ankle took him to the one last door, which swooshed open unbidden. Behind lay a cavernous space, with only a few small craft parked, and a great expanse of inky space beyond the open doors - a shuttlebay.

He stepped into the large room, towards the nearest craft when he saw the tall, lone Klingon standing there.

On instinct, he drew the disruptor, aiming squarely at the new interloper. He had counted through the remaining biometric signals on the internal sensors. Surely, his counting skills couldn't have been so off. And a Klingon, at that - this was the first Klingon he'd encountered.

The species he'd encountered made little sense working together. Letheans, Gorn, Nausicaans - the petty thugs and rabble of the Alpha Quadrant. None of whom could orchestrate so methodical and technical an achievement as he had discovered in the scant few hours since his escape. Of course, it could only make sense if they were working for someone else.

As Semil eyed him warily, cautiously stepping closer, the tall Klingon began to chuckle in earnest. "Very good. Very good, indeed."

"I imagine my readings on the nuances of Klingon comedy may have been lacking, Colonel...?" Semil punctuated his question with a brandish of the disruptor pistol, recognizing the Klingon's rank marks.

"K'vot. I am K'vot." The Klingon stood his ground, unwavering.

Clearly, he knows something - or has some reason for such bravado. Not that I should let my guard down regardless.

"And you, Semil." K'vot gestured magnanimously at the Vorta. "Reading material aside, you have mightily demonstrated some skill and cunning here today."

Of the many things he had considered to explain these circumstances - trap, ambush - 'test' had not been among them. "You've been watching the whole time."

"Of course. How else to assess your progress? And you can relax now. I'm compelled to award top marks."

Semil kept the disruptor at eye level, stopping well short of K'vot's reach and range. "Then this test of yours. What makes you so certain..."

"So certain you won't shoot me?" K'vot interrupted calmly. "You won't shoot me. You can't. You won't."

Semil tried brandishing the pistol again to make his point, whoever this Klingon was - he had answers Semil wanted. But it occurred to him, that K'vot was right. Upon considering, Semil's pulse and breathing were slow and calm, there was no white hot flush, or rage. It was actually the most calm he had felt in a very long time. Possibly ever.

Considering he had just spent the last couple of hours killing his way out to this room, with his own two hands - he felt surprisingly serene confronted with the only being between him and escape.

Still, this was no time for weakness. "You're remarkably confident about that for someone with a disruptor pointed at their face."

"You can trust me, Semil. I'm going to take you away from here."

"To another prison, no doubt. For a more forceful interrogation, perhaps?"

"Actually..." K'vot stopped mid-sentence as a disruptor bolt buzzed over his head, from to the side of where both men were standing.

Both K'vot and Semil turned to the source of the shot, to find an Orion woman, wielding a pair of disruptors "YOU!" she shouted, her voice rasping from exertion.

She hobbled towards K'vot and Semil, clearly in much worse shape than the Vorta, bleeding from the corner of her mouth and several other places. "I knew you would try something like this. Every time I so much as turned my head, you thought I couldn't tell you were plotting -- scheming?" Asiliaa fired another disruptor shot over K'vot's head, this one just a little closer to the mark. She had never been so fortunate as to see a Klingon fearful, but damned if she wasn't going to try.

Semil slowly stepped back from the Colonel, clearly not being the subject of the Orion woman's ire. He knew he couldn't completely escape her notice. How could someone have escaped his notice? There was one Orion woman he had kicked down an empty turboshaft. Is this her? Semil made a mental note that recalling those kinds of details became that much more difficult, and yet that much more important through the plush, white-hot delirum of a bloodlust.

Asiliaa had halted her forward advance, clearly paying attention to the both of them now. "First rule of this kind of project, am I right? Eliminate anyone with operational knowledge who could give you up? Anyone who could throw a wrench in the gears?"

K'vot stood impassively, his hands raised in mocking surrender, staring intently at Asiliaa.

"I'm surprised you waited this long, Colonel. Typical Klingon, thinking he can do everyone else's job better than them."

"Semil, I'd like to introduce Doctor Asiliaa." K'vot gestured slightly. "You've been in the good Doctor's care, while you've been our guest. Doctor, you're to be commended for managing to evade the internal sensors."

The Orion doctor reached up behind her ear with one hand and roughly pulled out some device. She threw it in K'vot's direction, the small device skittering to a halt closer to Semil. From the blood and skin still attached, it was clearly some kind of implant. "Biomimetic dampener, to be precise."

Whatever this game was, it had turned decidedly complicated. K'vot was still apparently unarmed. Semil kept his disruptor trained on K'vot, though with far less immediate import. Though Asiliaa had them both sighted, it wasn't likely she could target them both successfully, not if they were moving.

"Why?" Asiliaa continued, unperturbed by K'vot's patronizing condescension. "Why now? What is it you hope to gain by taking him now?"

"Because, Doctor..."

Asiliaa hadn't time to react before realizing Semil wasn't just moving, but was already upon her. A sparkling flash of metallic reflection was all she saw before drawing her arms in defensively. That's when she realized her hands had been severed - amputated cleanly with one lightning quick stroke of Semil's mek'leth.

She staggered backwards, unable to focus on the gushing stumps where her hands were supposed to be. Instead, through her ragged breaths, she caught sight of one of her hands on the floor, only a couple of meters from her, still gripping the pistol, a couple of the fingers paroxysmally twitching.

The shock and surprise had not worn off before she felt her breath knocked out of her, and the cold slap of the bulkhead behind her against her back.

The blade had run straight through her , and lodged itself into the bulkhead behind her. Asiliaa didn't need her medical training to recognize bleeding out would only be a matter of seconds.

With her last few breaths, through the deepening dizziness, she mustered what strength she was capable of to lean in despite the shaft of the blade holding her in place. She drew as close as she could to Semil's ear, a mindless rictus emblazoned on his face, and whispered. Through ragged gasps, her words coalesced like faint clouds on a clear day, "You - you are my greatest achievement."

If she was to expire, the last thing she could do, the only resort left her would be --

The Doctor's breathing slowed and deepened, then ceased, and she slumped forward, supported only by the blade running through her midsection.

His breaths returning to normal, Semil released his grip on the blade handle. He turned to face K'vot, who continued to stand unmoving, in the exact same spot he had been in when Semil had first entered the room.

He no longer felt the need to reach for his disruptor as he stepped towards the Klingon, this time, taken over by a compulsion. "You're the one who left me the blade. Of course." A feeling of reflex washed over him - something with an echo of familiarity, and yet deeply and wholly alien.

Within a few feet of the Klingon, still unarmed, Semil lowered himself to one knee. His neck folded slowly into a bow.

"Very good, indeed, Semil." The Vorta couldn't bring himself to look up. He couldn't tell if K'vot was grinning, or training a disruptor on him - but in that moment, none of that mattered. Semil felt a warm flush in his veins as his pulse slowed.

"Computer! Initiate auto-destruct, authorization K'vot eight-eight-one-five-blue."

Semil looked up. K'vot had reached into his utility belt, retrieving some kind of device. It wasn't a recognizable weapon - perhaps a communicator? Transporter control remote? "I think you'll find this next part will go much easier if I take care of this."

Semil couldn't understand what K'vot was saying, when the Colonel input a couple of commands into the device.

Semil felt a metallic buzzing deep in his consciousness, as his eyes rolled back in his head. His thighs and hips softened as he crumpled to the ground.

As the room turned from gray to black, Semil could just make out a computer voice begin a countdown.

- END PART I -

Congratulations guys!! :)

Congratz Fellas! :cheer:

Congrats to you both, good choices!

Congratz to both of you! Welcome to the team!

YAY :)

OMG Gratz, guys!! :woohoo: *salutes and hugs*

Congratulations, Julien :) Very much well-deserved!

Congratulations to you both!

I woke to the sound of noise, it was different this time. Calming. I was able to make out pieces of the constant chatter. I hear a lot of numbers...7 of 7, 3 of 7, 2 of 7. After each number designation I would get a glimmer of data. 7 of 7 was reporting on the state of the shields. 3 of 7 and 2 of 7 were correcting an error in a plasma distributor. I was completely coherent now. I looked down at my body. It was encased in a metallic structure. I looked around. I was standing in an alcove...I was completely assimilated! I detached from the alcove and stepped onto the main causeway. I was in a Borg ship. The last thing I remembered was setting my eyes on the Phantom for the first time. And now here I was on a Borg ship. Something didn't make sense. I felt a surge of energy and a nearby plasma conduit exploded. The ship was under attack. A blue flash of energy surrounded me as I began to disappear. When I re-materialized I recognized the standard Federation transporter pad. There were people standing nearby. A young man in his late 20's was talking to me but I couldn't understand or hear him. There were about 10 armed Starfleet with various weapons pointed at me. Instinctively I raised my right arm and 2 thin wires protruded from the top of my hand. I was moving towards the young man that was talking to me. It seemed as though they wanted me to stop.

"We are Borg" was all I managed to get out before they started to fire on me. "Resistance is futile" I stated. Then all went black.

I woke up in a bio bed and had the strangest feeling of deja vu. As I glanced around the doctor approached. "Welcome back" he said.

"Where am I?" I asked

"You are aboard the Starhip Phantom, Captain" he replied. "And just in time too". He tapped his combadge and requested the commander to sick bay as the "patient" had woken up.

I looked around the room and at myself. I no longer was encased in metal. My head was pounding and I couldn't hear them. I started to panic and jumped off the bio bed. "This isn't right!" I stated as the doctor approached me with a hypospray. We were struggling when two men appeared in the doorway. "Captain!" one of them yelled and they rushed me. I struggled with the three men momentarily and the doctor landed the hypo spray. I started to relax. Feeling calm and peaceful. My head no longer hurt, except near my left eye. I put my hand up to my eye and felt the cool metal shape seemingly attached to my forehead and temple. I looked at the three men now hovering over me like flies and waved them away. "Colin! Your name is Colin" I stated. "Yes Captain, that is my name" he spoke through a broadening smile. "Chief?" I said as I looked at Anderson. "Jeremy!" they chanted simultaneously. I looked at the doctor. "Jeremy?" I asked. "That is not your name".

"No...I am the Emergency Medical Hologram". "Please state your name and rank."

"I am One of Seven, Captain of the Federation Starship Phantom"

"No, you are Jeremy Frost, Captain of the Federation Starship Phantom" the doctor stated and walked away.

I looked at Colin and the Chief. They looked at each other.

"Sir, can you state your current orders?"

"I am to take command of the starship Phantom and head to Romulan space and investigate several strange anomalies there."

"That is correct. What is your name?"

"I AM One of Seven"

"Captain to the bridge" the computer stated.

Colin looked at me and then the Chief. "You'd better go to the bridge. I will take the captain to his quarters and see if that gives him an inkling of who he is."

Colin escorted me to my quarters. "Enter your code Captain"

I reached up to the pad and entered 576912 and the doors slid open. The room looked very familiar. I crossed to the desk where there were at least fifteen data padd's waiting for my review. I could see a framed picture and reached for it. It was of me and Colin sitting in a cafe in San Francisco. The bay bridge was looming in the background. We were holding hands and drinking what looked to be coffee.

I looked over at Colin who was still standing in the door way. He entered and the door closed...

Part 2. Refraction:


Planet Earth: Alhambra High School, Alhambra, California September 2nd 1999 A.D. Old Gregorian Earth Calendar. 7:45AM Pacific Standard Time.


The boy pedaled his vintage huffy beach cruiser for all he was worth. He’d just heard the bell indicating that all students needed to be in their classrooms within the next 5 minutes. The campus had few entrances due to the “closed campus” policy instituted by the school board at the beginning of his freshman year. Of course he knew one or two ways around this but nowhere that he could lock up his bike except the Court of The Moors situated between the more venerable A and B buildings.

Unfortunately his class was on the 3rd floor of the woefully distant C building at the very north end of the campus. Looping the steel wire chain through both wheels he secured his bike to the metal tire rack and dashed off to 1st period.
If I’m late again they’ll call my parents, he thought. It’ll just cause another argument between them and this time it’ll be my fault.

Normally he did his best to disassociate from the constant bickering and barely contained hostility his parents seemed to be increasingly directing at one another. If they were bound and determined to behave like children far be it from him to try and make them see that nor would he ever normally consider himself the cause. Alright so yes, he was the first born and his Birthday wasn’t exactly 9 months from his parent’s anniversary and he was no preemie and he bad at math he may be, he certainly wasn't stupid. He liked to think of himself as mature for his age but grownups would never take him seriously, not until he was one of them.

The heavy text books in his backpack bounced uncomfortably against his lower back as he scurried up the ramp to the brand new, state-of-the-art B building that had also been completed his freshman year. It’s drab cream colored halls and wide, wrap-around balconies practically pulsating with students piling into their classrooms.

Trying his best to navigate through the human maelstrom quickly he barely registered the sound of one of his backpack straps ripping free of its shoddy stitching at the top. Still moving he shucked what he hoped was the offending strap to begin to pull the backpack around his waist to examine the damage when he ran head-long into something very immovable and fell back rather unceremoniously onto his rear end.

The impact must have really knocked the wind out of him more than he realized because an explosion of rainbow colored light bloomed across his vision for the briefest of moments. Must have hit a jock, they only move for someone bigger than them. He thought to himself as he looked up. He was understandably startled to be staring into the stern, bespectacled countenance of his Humanities teacher, Ms. Brock. Ms. Brock was by all accounts a diminutive woman and her small frame and serpent-headed walking stick denoted her obvious physical frailties. So why does it feel like I just ran into Michael Clark Duncan??? he asked himself.

“Ss ssorry Ms. Brock, I was in a hurry and my backpack was breaking and I didn’t loo-“ “Mr. Mandrake,” she said in a voice that both growling and nasally shrill. “I do hope you don’t expect to arrive to your 4th period as tardy as you are obviously are to your first?” At that moment the final bell rang and Jason’s spirits sank. Maybe he could delete the message from the answering machine when he got home before his parents could hear it. “Of course not Ms. Brock, sorry Ms. Brock,” he stammered as he hastily moved past her to what would most likely be another verbal dressing down by Mr. Chow, his 1st period science teacher, of course it would embarrassingly be conducted in front of the entire class. “Why do you always have to be a screw-up all the time, Jason?” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t seem to shake those damn rainbow spots from his vision.

Congratulations to you both! Looking forward to working with you!

Cheers!
Dave.

I'd like to take this moment to congratulate KiddKasper and Traull on their promotion to Admiral. They will be taking the Chief of Membership Management and Chief of Combat Operations (PvE), respectively.

KiddKasper has been a member of Stonewall Fleet for almost three years. During that time, he's assisted the fleet in many ways. He was an active member of the Crafting Corp and helped with technical problems through the Stonewall Subroutines. As well, he's been an Officer in both Knights of Stonewall, where he lead our crafting, and in Stonewall Vanguard.

Traull has been a member for over two years and over the last 7 months, he's been an active and involved Fleet Captain. Helping host many special events like our Scavenger Hunts, the Halloween events and not to mention running many Fleet members through STFs, Starbase Defense missions and Fleet cations.

Please join me in congratulating them both!

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I HATE it when I come to the end! :angry: Thanks so much for a well written (what I HOPE is just the beginning) story. Very nice indeed, I am so impressed with all the writing talent we have in our group. I anxiously await the continuation of the story! ;)

Thanks so much! Stay tuned more is on the way.

I HATE it when I come to the end! :angry: Thanks so much for a well written (what I HOPE is just the beginning) story. Very nice indeed, I am so impressed with all the writing talent we have in our group. I anxiously await the continuation of the story! ;)

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And I'm home.


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T'oi was sitting on the edge of his bed, the bed that Narciso was laying on. It was the only luxury in his room besides his personal clothes. It was large enough for two people to comfortably sleep in, his favorite green sheets were on it and the matching pillow cloths. He looked at Narciso tenderly and gently stroked his hair, "Everything will be fine, I promise." The words were half-vow and half...prayer. He was so...confused, how did this beautiful man come to cast his spell on T'oi and he not realize it? A voice from the entrance to his room...his mother...startled T'oi.


"I remember when I first saw Sentak. He was tall, mysterious, handsome, and intelligent. My son...I see that look in your eyes, the one I saw when I looked in the mirror after seeing your father for the first time. I know...how you must feel. Your heart is full to bursting, you want to gather him in your arms and hold him, protect him, never let go...but, if this is ever to work for the both of you, he must be your match in all things. You must let him be himself, like your father did with me."


T'oi looked up at his mother, he could feel the pain in her voice, soon she would be without the man she loved, but it would not feel like a short time, Bendai Syndrome first strips a Vulcan of their emotional walls and then takes away their sanity. "Mother...I am so very sorry. Father...is a part of you. We will get through this together." He turned his eyes back to Narciso lying on the bed, still stroking his hair. "He will awaken soon, but the shock will remain with him for a while. I have seen his service record, he lost a lot of friends on the Adonis, and now he has lost another group of friends, and perhaps more on the Corona. I will not be able to take his pain away right now, and all sedating him would do is to delay the pain. So I will sit with him, listen to his heart beat, and hold him when he cries...if being an emotional Vulcan had an advantage, it is that I know tears." He wanted to hold his mother too, but he knew she would be embarassed.


Narciso's mind was in a state of flux as he dreamed. Every terror he had ever experienced had come forward and began to drown him in a sea of horrors. He dreamt himself back on Betazed, when the Dominion had invaded. How they were trapped inside a city, running for their lives with blasts from the Jem'Hadar at their heels every step of the way. How he, a child, as being pulled along by the guiding hand of a young woman, refusing to allow him to fall behind. How they had split off from the main group, as it was assaulted by an ambush instantly killing those who ran in the front. They made their way, running faster then they knew possible, towards the mouth of a cave. Every single step was remembered by Narciso as he dreamed, every single pain. Then finally, how they ran inside the rocks, how the young woman had stopped, shoving the small boy inside as the Jem'Hadar grabbed at her, tearing not only her clothes but her delicate flesh beneath. How her screams filled his ears, how she kept telling him to run. How he killed her... The rocks collapsing down on the Jem'Hadar, and atop Sarahi. No longer hearing her screams, no longer seeing anything as the darkness filled the cave...


Narciso tossed over in his sleep, whimpering her name, crying out for her. T'oi couldn't do anything but watch as the pain emerged from Narciso's face. T'oi looked up to his doorway, to see his mother but she had gone, wanting to leave the two alone in private. Not that privacy would last long...


A sudden bang came from the entrance to the home of Sentak. It echoed loudly, and was only muffled by the scream that came after it: "Narciso!?!? Where is Narciso!?!?" The voice was strong, yet clearly that of a woman. It had a hint of Earthling French behind it. "Where is my baby brother!?!?" The young woman ran into room after room, searching disperately for the one she claimed to be her baby brother. T'ylen rushed to the noise, followed by her Husband. Sentak stood before the Earthling his voice loud and resonant. "Who are you that you violate our peace!!" His voice more of a warning than a question. The young woman turned around and faced the pair, determination in her eyes. They were lucky she didn't have her favorite assault weapon with her, or she would simply blast through the walls until she found what she was searching for. Then again, she had kicked in their front door... "I am looking for Narciso! Where is he!" Sentak and T'ylen looked at each other and then to their uninvited guest. "What purpose have you with the counselor?" Sentak asked, not ignoring the fact that she had burst into his family's home in such a rude fashion. "He needs me. He is upstairs isn't he!?" The young woman ran past the distinguished pair and made a mad dash upwards and towards the bedroom that belonged to T'oi. T'oi himself had stood up and was standing guard at the doorway to his room, ready to fight should he need to. As he heard the fast footsteps, he rose and waited. The young woman burst into the room, delivering a swift tackle onto T'oi, sending him across the way. she only stopped until she was hovering over the bed, looking down at the one who laid upon it; Narciso. Her hand reached down, moving the strands of hair from his face. "Ah, little one... I'm here now." Narciso's eyes slowly opened, his vision blurry at first due to the tears that had seen their way down. He looked up at her, and a soft smile graced his lips as he spoke her name. "Marietta.."


T'oi spoke, his tone of voice icy. "As you can see, your friend is resting comfortably and the only harm that has befallen him here is the news of the loss of his ship, friends, and comrades. Something that I feel as sharply as he does...however your barging in here and damaging my parents property was incredibly rude. You owe me nothing, but you owe my parents a sincere apology and I expect you to deliver it-"


Marietta looked to the Vulcan before her and then back down to Narciso as he spoke. Before he could finish his last sentence she cut him off. "Yes yes, apology and all of that. But hush up, your voice is upsetting him." Her voice was thick with her accent, but she was obviously much calmer now. Narciso looked to her with a reaised eyebrow and then shook his head. "Damn it Marietta. You didn't blast through the walls again did you?" Marietta leaned back, standing up now and pointed a hand to her chest. "Moi? no of course not. I used the front door." At that moment Sentak and T'ylen appeared at the doorway, T'ylen followed Marietta's comment with her own. "The front door is meant to be opened. Not torn down." Narciso rose up from the bed and looked to his hosts. "I am very sorry for her actions. I trust nothing else was broken, no walls were torn down yes? She'll pay for everything to be fixed up. Though if I remember correctly she is still paying for having destroyed the hulls of a Steamrunner class starship." Marietta tossed her hands in the air as Narciso gave her a glare. "Little one, you were in trouble. I had no choice but to cut through." Narciso rose his hands to his head and leaned backwards, closing his eyes in disbelief. "Marietta, we were drydocked!!"


"Now, if you will forgive me, I would very much like some answers, Lieutenant. I am a forgiving man,mainly because you are quite obviously a loyal friend to Narciso here. What are you doing here? Oh..allow me to introduce myself, I am Vice Admiral S'ynek nee T'oi, Commander of Task Force 101 at the Borg Front."


Marietta looked to the man as he spoke, introducing himself as a Vice-Admiral. she quickly dismissed his words though by waving her hand. "Yes-yes, I know who you are. That is part of the reason why I am here. I was ordered to bring you your next assignment. And Narciso's as well. but then I heard of what happened to the Corona, so I came as fast as I could. I was scheduled to arrive in two days, but I 'may have' taken over the helm of my transport and punched her up to then past her maximum warp. Oh I might have to pay for the warp core I 'may have' damaged, but it was worth it." As she spoke she rose her hands and made quote marks in the air with her fingers whenever the words 'may have' left her lips.


Quite unexpectedly T'oi started laughing joined by his father. "I like you, Lieutenant, you are by no means standard Starfleet issue. Do you work for Quinn? Oh, never mind...give me my orders, please."


Marietta laughed a bit as well, then reached behind her for her bag and pulled out two datapads. One for Narciso and one for T'oi. She tossed them to the boys concurrently and watched each one try to catch it in mid air. "The gist of it says, Vice-Admiral T'oi is to retake command of his vessel and lead the task force in the Borg front, mission specifics can be found on the pad." She then sat down beside Narciso and wrapped an arm around him. "And you, are to continue your project... They believe it may just be useful against the borg. You are to be placed aboard the new Oddyssey Starship, as it will have the facilities to support your work." Marietta looked down before she spoke again. "So you'll be going to the Borg front as well. But I will be too. I have been reassigned to an Andorian Kumari, which shall be escorting your Oddyssey. Both our ships will be under the command of, Vice Admiral T'oi. Forgive me Admiral, before you read on further into the Datapad... Your task force has lost three ships to the Borg."


T'oi read the orders and data carefully, finding that everything matched up with what the young tactical officer said. "We lost USS Wellington, USS Yunte, and the heavy cruiser USS Tobias Wolff." He winced. "I knew Captain Ch'gon...a good friend." Turning to his parents, "They would not have called unless matters were grim, I must leave quickly, but I will return as soon as I can. Lieutenant, I realize you are dear friends with Narciso here, would you please keep him company while I get into uniform?"


Marietta shook her head, signaling a no. "No time. We leave now, our shuttle is waiting for us. We will be taken to a transport ship and then to Starbase. From there we are to be taken by our respective ships. Come, come. We must hurry now." Marietta lifted herself up off the bed and then hooked Narciso by his arm and lifted him up. She gave him a push towards the door and did the same to T'oi. "We take our leave. The sooner the better. The Borg do not wait, they assimilate." She continued pushing both of them towards the front door, not letting one or the other grab anything. She pushed them past Sentak and his wife, giving them the hand gesture while speaking, "Peace and Long life." Still managing to push the boys along with one hand. Sentak rose his, as did his wife, as they watched the three young Starfleet officers hurry towards the front door. "Peace and long life." They both called out, and stood still as the small group disappeared beyond the walls of their home.


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The countdown was only for the announcement and not the content itself. That will come in late may.

All that hype to just dangle a f$@#^%* carrot. Clearly I did miss something :)

Lol, Remember the Raptor Logo on the teaser site always said "May 2013?" Can't say they didn't warn you. I had hoped for some sort of in-game event too though. Like the Borg Invasion events across all sectors prior to the release of the Defera Invasion ground zone but eh. May isn't that far off after all, I can wait, but only just barely.

I also just though of something; wouldn't it be super awesome if the KDF story line finally focuses a bit more on the other races in the KDF like the Gorn, Nausicans, Orions, Letheans and Ferasans? Kind of how the Fed side has the Romulan front, the Klingon front, the Cardassian front and the Borg front chapters? That would be really cool!

Ok Ok so I had a blonde moment...it happens :blush: