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Post by Captain Christine Hurt on Mar 13, 2006 10:14:09 GMT
::::This will be used for Staff Meetings. Any time there is no current ongoing staff meeting, the crew may feel free to use this area to catch up on work or personal projects and research. There is a Replicator as well as a Holographic projector in the middle of the table.::::
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Post by Captain Christine Hurt on Mar 22, 2006 12:55:45 GMT
:::OOC:Geez I thought I posted all about a dream I had and stuff last time. I guess it didn't go through or something. Well, I shall try to recreate it, it was kinda spur of the moment.:::
::I entered the conferance room, feeling still a little light headed, and went straight for the replicator.::
"Coffee, 3 sugars, light."
::The replicator did it's duty, and I knew it was time I did mine. I sat at the large table, placed my PADDs and coffee in front of me, and began reading.....well, that didn't last long as the steam from my cup rose and I began re-analyzing the dream that had awakened me at 3 a.m.....It had begun with a bright light, and fog, lots of white everywhere, an echo, a whisper, a voice I could almost, barely recognize...I walked a distance in the white fog, and the voice came again, stronger, calmer....and I knew the word had been given...PEACE! I was sweating when I sat straight up in my bed, suddenly as wide awake as if I'd drank ten cups of coffee. I couldn't sleep anymore, so I had gotten up and started early, hence this extra time before the meeting. I shook my head and decided I was not going to be able to find out if it really was a dream, or something more....communicative? at least not until after the meeting so I'd better focus on this PADD.....I wonder if anyone else will come in early?::
::::OOC Please feel free to post I will give it a couple days or so.:::
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Post by Captain Christine Hurt on Dec 17, 2006 22:41:10 GMT
No one did, actually, no one ever came in. I decided to see if anyone had even recieved my message about the meeting. If not, whomever was manning communications is going to hear about it from me.
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Post by The Q Riley on Nov 3, 2009 18:35:43 GMT
::Impeccable timing, we arrive at the Conference Room, the same time as the Captains. We all walk into the room, and begin taking a seat. As the doors swish close, Aunt Kathy addresses the room, "Well, it seems we are about to face one of our toughest challenges yet. I suggest we think long and hard, at what we are prepared to do about it. Our existence is at stake, and the Fate of the Alpha, and Beta Quadrants, rests on our shoulders. Tell us everything you have learned Q"
::I nod my head, "It seems this all stems from a single event. Zarius Q, caused the USS Voyager to be stranded in the Delta Quadrant, as a form of amusement. While in the Delta Quadrant, Aunt Kathy encountered Quinn Q. He wanted to be mortal, so he could die. My father arrived, and tried to take Quinn back to the continuum, but Quinn sought refuge on Voyager. After debating the situation with Aunt Kathy, my Father finally agreed that if Quinn wanted to be mortal, he would make him mortal. Shortly afterwards, Quinn commited Suicide, and plunged the Continuum into Civil War. It was the first time, A Q had ever died, and the shockwaves are still present to this day, from that action. Along there journey home, they encountered Species 8472, and there first encounter, was not a positive one. By teaming up with there enemy The Borg, you became the enemy as well. This was apparent, when you stumbled onto there training facilty of Starfleet. They were already well under way, at posing as different species of Starfleet Officers. Now it seems, they have put that training to actual use. Right now, on all planets associated with Starfleet, whether friend or foe, has been infiltrated. The enemy is already among us. This whole attack, is the doing of Zarius Q. He blames Starfleet, and humanity for Quinn's Death. He looks to erase you all out of existance."
::The looks on everyones face is of utter shock, and disbelief. Everyone except Aunt Kathy, who I have been giving updates to, since I first learned of this matter. Aunt Kathy leans back in her chair and says,"We have technology, that will destroy there Bioships. I suggest we start producing Nano Probe Weapons, on a wide scale immediately. Our second agenda should be to uncover one of these imposters, and begin a dialogue with them. To let them know, we mean them no harm, and that like them, were simply pawns. But I would be happy to hear some of your thoughts."
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Post by Captain Christine Hurt on Nov 22, 2009 7:46:50 GMT
*****Continued from Bridge thread, Turbolift conversation.*****
"Admiral...Captains," ::as I spoke I nod at each:: "I wonder if some of the good old Tal Shiar might already be aware of this, others could already know...we should try and track down any of those who do. I can get all my Section Chiefs talking with their people."
::Admiral Janeway agrees, and asks all the captains to do the same. She knew their best lead would be found within the ranks. Top level people would be too careful, too secure.::
::The Captains and the Admiral finish the tactical discussion, refreshing their memories on just exactly what species 8472 were capable of. After all, there could even be one in the room with them now....::
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Post by The Q Riley on Jan 7, 2010 9:15:00 GMT
::A Priority One, Transmission from Star Fleet::
::Captain Hurt, looks around the room at all of the Captains, and Admirals. She quickly slaps her com badge.::
The Captain orders, "Display in the Conference Room!"
::Static appears on the screen, accompanied by a low level squeal. Slowly a figure begins to become recognizable. It's Admiral Paris...,"To any Starfleet Vessel, or Starbase receiving this, we are under attack. Many are dead, and we aren't even sure who attacked us. If your receive this message, we don't know how much longer we can hold out. Please hurry....Squeal!!!"
::The picture goes black, and back to static. Distress Calls begin flooding in, over subspace. From other starfleet vessels, space stations, outposts, and various colonies, and planets. Apparently the war has begun, and the human race, tinkers on the edge of extinction.::
::A Chill runs down the spine of every person in the room. And so it begins.....::
::All hell is breaking loose, and Q is nowhere around. Is this another sick Q joke, or is this the real deal? Questions, only bring more questions, to which no one has answers.::
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