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Captain's log: Resolving the Admiral Quinn Hostage situation
deaftravis05
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Captain's log, stardate; classified
The Indomitable was recalled to Earth to deal with a rather delicate situation. I honestly thought Q was just causing trouble. Apparently I thought right. Somehow Q disabled the security protocols designed to protect the section of Earth's Spacedock with Shipyard Command and Admiral Quinn's office. You can guess what our Klingon 'allies' did. They got smashed on bloodwine and held Quinn hostage. They roughed up the guards a bit and soiled the carpet.
Yes, you heard me correctly. The Gorn urinated on the carpet. Apparently @kragenskjold the Gorn representative called it marking his territory. I recommended to the head of maintenance to just burn it all.
My task force was able to jam the transporters to prevent the drunken hostage takers from escaping. In response they trashed the place. To their credit, they didn't rough the admiral up too much. The bartender will be in sick bay for some time. They shot him because he ran out of whatever vile stuff the Gorn drink. There are a lot of sticky stains in Club 47... apparently the Orion women established base camp there for the duration of the hostage crisis. Sick bay has put out a request for more penicillin and other antibiotics.
With help from the support staff of ESD, we were able to cut the power, stun them all and then remove them from the base without causing a major diplomatic incident.
There are some in the Federation Council throwing such a rage it was as though the KDF forces had murdered civilians and children in cold blood. Let me clarify. Yes there are some security guards that are pretty roughed up, but nobody died. The Admiral doesn't remember anything as they got him drunk. Nothing some drugs and a pack of ice can't resolve.
I cannot wait for Q to go away. The trouble that boy causes... can be rather considerable.
Admiral Faed out.
The Indomitable was recalled to Earth to deal with a rather delicate situation. I honestly thought Q was just causing trouble. Apparently I thought right. Somehow Q disabled the security protocols designed to protect the section of Earth's Spacedock with Shipyard Command and Admiral Quinn's office. You can guess what our Klingon 'allies' did. They got smashed on bloodwine and held Quinn hostage. They roughed up the guards a bit and soiled the carpet.
Yes, you heard me correctly. The Gorn urinated on the carpet. Apparently @kragenskjold the Gorn representative called it marking his territory. I recommended to the head of maintenance to just burn it all.
My task force was able to jam the transporters to prevent the drunken hostage takers from escaping. In response they trashed the place. To their credit, they didn't rough the admiral up too much. The bartender will be in sick bay for some time. They shot him because he ran out of whatever vile stuff the Gorn drink. There are a lot of sticky stains in Club 47... apparently the Orion women established base camp there for the duration of the hostage crisis. Sick bay has put out a request for more penicillin and other antibiotics.
With help from the support staff of ESD, we were able to cut the power, stun them all and then remove them from the base without causing a major diplomatic incident.
There are some in the Federation Council throwing such a rage it was as though the KDF forces had murdered civilians and children in cold blood. Let me clarify. Yes there are some security guards that are pretty roughed up, but nobody died. The Admiral doesn't remember anything as they got him drunk. Nothing some drugs and a pack of ice can't resolve.
I cannot wait for Q to go away. The trouble that boy causes... can be rather considerable.
Admiral Faed out.
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Yesterday I was invited to accompany several other generals as they made a visit to Earth Space Dock. I'm not certain if this was an officially approved visit. The guards seemed to have itchy trigger fingers. Also the ship requisitions officer wouldn't let me requisition any ships! Most of the other personnel were at least reasonably polite, although Quinn refused to talk to me.
My character Tsin'xing
I find that the lack of welcoming the crew of the vaghmaH wa' QuQ with open arms on Earth Space Dock in time of peace rather disturbing. The admiral's staff in particular. We approach his staff with open arms to return their prisoners directly to him in an act of faith and good will, yet we are met with disdain and hatred as we try to return those they have lost while we were at war with the Federation.
Quinn's staff was less than helpful, but they were able to direct myself and my accompanying cadre of Gorn staff to the best dining facility the station had to offer. However, my staff and I are currently at a loss as to why our meals were dressed in "Tron"-style clothing, as one of our me--dinner guests phrased it.
Lieutenant Jotun and Ensign Paxad, stationed outside of the Club 47 meal hall were particularly interesting. Jotun had an interesting taste to her flesh and blood as I took my first taste of Federation cuisine on Earth Space Dock. I don't know why she was pointing a phaser rifle at my head. I was under the assumption they were to welcome us with open arms.
As a Joined Trill in the Klingon Defense Force, I find the comments by the Federation personnel to be chauvinistic and demeaning to women. A Human Ensign hit on me while I was making my way to Club 47. I was so insulted, I killed him where he stood! A few Security Officers came running and fell easily, compliments of my Disruptor Blast Assault Rifle, once they pointed their Phasers at me! On the bright side... This is the most fun I have had since this war came to an end. This... peace, leaves an emptiness in a warrior's heart that begs to be fulfilled!
Wynter, out!
After returning from a month long voyage of peace, I returned to ESD for a brief respite and refueling. What I came back to was, well, a big FUBAR on a SNAFU sandwhich. Deciding to just ignore it, I donned the Terran Task Force armor I had… acquired from a… generous Klingon. What with it being green and all, I don't think too many of the 'visiting' Gorn noticed a thing.
That is until I smashed my fist into one's face for trying to bite my Executive Officer's arm off. Needless to say I nearly created a diplomatic incident. Ah well. So is the life of an Admiral.
"Look at me I'm a target!"
"Fire the Lance on my mark... MARK!
"How many times have we gone into the breach again R'shee?"
My proposal for a Galaxy bundle
I came onto ESD, looking to pick up some cargo I left behind, to find a wild party going on. I'm assuming Polywater Intoxication and asked to be quarantined back on my ship just in case I'm infected. I'll head back to New Romulus and forget about the cargo for the time being. I did send a priority one message to Starfleet Medical to handle the situation. Until this situation is sorted out I'll just relax and play out some old holo-novels.
It has been 24 hours since the incident at Spacedock was resolved. I'm getting a lot of apologies and taunts from the KDF forces that... occupied... Spacedock and had a party. As predicted, no actual harm was intended. These soldiers were just relaxing, taking a much deserved vacation from the rigors of duty.
The Klingons say a little bloodwine does well for the soul. I'm guessing their souls are now operating at 110 percent and then some.
I have other Starfleet officers who either partook in the activities or were frightened by them. The latter clearly haven't been battlehardened or actually been to a Klingon victory party. What we saw on ESD was just a drunken brawl. A tavern party, so to say.
I reminded the Klingon who said that to me, that once there was a tavern brawl in a colony on Earth, and it ended in a rebellion that took time to put down. If it's dangerous to stop a human from getting his alcohol fix, what do you think a Gorn or even a Klingon would do if deprived of their idea of fun?
I informed the Klingon exchange officer on my ship that we must indeed have a proper 20th century Earth party in the Great Hall. We need something called... a 'dance off'. A 21st century term. I must have my Earth wife explain more of this to me, but she assures me it is a lot of fun and a great way to have a friendly competition between rivals.
Root beer shall be provided, barrels and barrels of root beer!
Admiral Faed out
We laid accidental seige to the Spacedock more commonly known as the Super Star Mushroom Base. How it refuses to orbit the Earth, I will never understand. Upon arrival, we saw a land flourishing of Starfleet kind. They were... happy; as if frolicking in some sick Federation-glee. I do not get it. Are they just euphoric for merely existing? The sight did make my mighty Klingon stomach turn. In fact, I regurgitated my targ breakfast in several of their Federation fountains before I could join the other Klingon Captains in their attempt to de-Quinn-enize the Human grief that is their essence. All in all, it was an interesting visit. I would never want to live there. To go through a day without a ten minute live gagh bath is to accept a fate worse than Gre'thor.
-General Xela Z'tira
"He shall be my finest warrior, this generic man who was forced upon me.
Like a badass I shall make him look, and in the furnace of war I shall forge him.
he shall be of iron will and steely sinew.
In great armour I shall clad him and with the mightiest weapons he shall be armed.
He will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight him.
He shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best him in battle.
He is my answer to cryptic logic, he is the Defender of my Romulan Crew.
He is Tovan Khev... and he shall know no fear."
Last week, after a particularly nasty fight with the Borg, we discovered the ship was venting warp plasma through a breach in the port nacelle which was unrepairable outside of a shipyard. The Borg had been attempting to assimilate a prewarp culture in Republic space. They were defeated with mild losses and the damage to our warbird mentioned previously. This particular prewarp culture is near the frontiers of the Republic and Federation space. It is sitting on one of the largest finds of dilithium ever located. Understandably, it is vital the Republic maintain security both within its own territory and at this system as well. Which will be a great benefit to the Republic shortly.
I ordered the pilot to set a course for Mol'Rihan at best speed which should have been about warp factor two. We spooled up the singularity and prepared to enter subspace. After what seeemed an inordinately long time to achieve the correct power levels, our warbird went to warp. However, it decelerated to normal space after about four minutes. The return to normal space was uneven and had a great many uncontrolled thrust vectors. We returned to normal space spinning like a top on all three axis and right then, the gravity generators ceased to function. Needless to say, it was not a good situation to experience.
After we regained control of the ship, I noticed my navigation officer and my pilot exchanging veiled glances whenever they thought I was not paying attemtion. "First,", I said, "See whatever it is those two are sneaking about over, please."
Shortly after, he called me over to the science station so I could see for myself. Somehow, due to the Elements only know how, we were sitting just outside the warp limit of the Sol System. Further there did not appear to be any patrols nearby. What is more, no one in system or on the comms appeared to notice us. At that moment, the warp coils in the port nacelle finally decided to collapse in on themselves.
What to do. What to do. I ordered a course set for Earth Space Dock at best sublight. It was odd but no one even tried to challenge us. As we approached we were invited to dock. Seeing this as an excellent chance to create some good will between the Earthers and my people, I had myself beamed directly to Admital Quinn's office. After posing for the requisite holo-op recordings, we discussed my ship's inadvertant visit to a place I really should not have been. Stars only know what D'Tan and Chancellor J'mpok will say when I brief them on this peculiar incident.
About Admiral Quinn. Splendid fellow, he is. For an Earther. Gave my crew the run of the place for as long as we liked or needed. Our gold pressed latinum was not accepted as currency at any of the various retail outlets, but we had little need for anything other than the repair parts to get our valiant warbird back into shape for the trip home. I felt I had to warn the crew before releasing them for liberty call.
"Centurions," I said, "You'll find the Earthers serve something called synthehol in their drinking establishments. They may have some of our fine ales from home available as well. Earthers appear weak but this is ruse to lull enemies into a false sense of superiority. Be cautious and do not go anywhere except as pairs. And, yes, this includes the refresher stations. This port will be quite different from any you've ever experienced. There is a recreational facility here known as Club 47. it contains loud music, strong drink and Earther females. I would place it off limits, but that would only ensure most of you wind up there as quickly as possible. The ChEng states all repairs and checks to the port nacelle will be completed in twelve hours. We leave immediately after he clears the ship for launch. If you are not aboard then, you'll be left behind and charged with desertion, Questions? No? Good. Sar'Major, release the liberty teams through the starboard gig bay, if you please."
Best line in the post and so true.
"He shall be my finest warrior, this generic man who was forced upon me.
Like a badass I shall make him look, and in the furnace of war I shall forge him.
he shall be of iron will and steely sinew.
In great armour I shall clad him and with the mightiest weapons he shall be armed.
He will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight him.
He shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best him in battle.
He is my answer to cryptic logic, he is the Defender of my Romulan Crew.
He is Tovan Khev... and he shall know no fear."
Bad kitteh not knowz abaout anyting sum1 may hav dun 2 Admiral Quinn. Bad kitteh wuz not even dere, an bad kitteh can proove it. Kitteh may possibly hav faound her wai on2 Eard Spacedock, but wuz in der coures ov sientific reesurch scientiffic resertch klevur stuff. Kitteh iz biolojist by trade, kitteh wanderz by Quinn's offis, kitteh seez Ensign Rraak, kitteh wondurz iff iz true wut pplz sayz bout Caitian males. So, kitteh borrowz Ensign Rraak, an few bottelz ov stuffz from Club 47, an sum specialist gear from Starfleet Security, an kitteh den goez 2 quiet place 4 experimentz. Kitteh iz pleezd 2 report, yis, iz true wut pplz sayz bout Caitian males. *prrr* *prrr*
If Ensign Rraak haz glazed look, an Security handcuffs haz funny stainz an bite marks, kitteh may be why. *prrr* *prrr* Kitteh not knowz bout Quinn though.
So there we are. Personally, I think we should just draw a veil over the whole incident, and I'm sure Ensign Rraak would agree.
Infinite possibilities have implications that could not be completely understood if you turned this entire universe into a giant supercomputer.
I was quite surprised how agressive our Federation 'friends' can be. When I established a dampening field around their 'Club 47' to counter the terrible electronic-based noise that they call music -21st century Earth remixes usually sound even better and that says a lot-, some of their ensigns and lieutenants came my way, phasers firing and grenades throwing.
They were quickly subdued. I then continued my original mission - to stop the irresponsible torture of passers-by's ears. Things turned out to be worst than I thought though. I don't know what they were serving at the bar in this club, but I do know that, by rough estimates, about 10 percent of the visitors that were present had to visit the bathroom. Which was occupied the whole time so whatever their drinks were causing, it had to be pretty serious given that the infirmary was nearby yet they'd rather locked themselves in the toilet.
The bartender here was completely without honour. He was unarmed though, so I just knocked him out. I will not fire a disruptor at an unarmed man, even if this man had been causing a lot of suffering. I could not stop the music, not permanently. My dampening fields would disappear after a few minutes and the DJ and her equipment seemed invulnerable. Whatever this equipment was made of, we should see if we can capture, reverse-engineer and equip this technology on our own starships. We would be undefeatable. No amount of pressing of 'f' would stop us!
After wandering around ESD for a few minute one of the Starfleet officers actually had the nerve to tell me he thought I was only pretending to be a member of the KDF because I hadn't shot the guards... so I shot the guards. After that he still seemed to be incredulous, but at least he said less stupid things.
My character Tsin'xing
the Admiral Quinn hostage situation was both embarrasing and pathetic! On my ship we have all earned some shore leave so we went to the closest possible place: Earth. We were all supposed to have a good time and clearly it desended to Gre'thor very fast. Also thats the LAST time I am ever having Gorn on this ship, URINATING ON THE CARPET AND CALLING IT MARKING THEIR TERRITORY??!! So my men try to take Admiral Quinn hostage and I have to answer for it, that means they will truly regret EVER doing something like that again. Now I am forced to APOLOGIZE to Starfleet Command for how my men acted, they asked what I was doing, I was on the Enterprise throwing a few back with Captain Shon completly unaware my men would do such a thing. We were there partly to also set an example on how civilized we Klingons are, you can guess the example simple warriors made, and you can guess who thought of and oversaw the hostage situation: my first officer K'Gan. K'Gan has been demoted from commander to Lt. Commander and will spend his off duty hours cleaning the heads for the next four months, belleve me the other men don't have it any better. Now any time I come to ESD I swear the station goes to yellow alert when it drops into orbit and when I only come in everyone looks at me strangly
And the bloodwine on ESD isent any good anyways, it lacks burn
Grand Master Thotok, son of Koloth, I.K.S. Sompek==Dahar Master Shanara, I.K.S. Balth'Quv
Admiral R'Tath V'Tirex, R.R.W. Dhael Glohha'enh==Commander Ta'eth Korval, R.R.W Hachae ch'Rhian==Admiral Vranuk, R.R.W Delevhas
That pointy eared overbearing fop of a Wing Admiral, T'Cael, did something strange for a Romulan. He told the truth.
Namely: Earth girls really are easy.