The Admiral’s PADD
‘Neath the Raptor’s Wing
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The Admiral’s PADD
Recruiting for any SIM is difficult at times, and I am hoping this Admiral’s PADD can better explain what it is that I do to help with recruiting and what it is that you can do both on your own and to assist me. For starters, I ask that each Captain post a ship update that includes two or three primary open positions on the SIMs Facebook page. Each game has one, assigned by me. As a player, I hope you know where to find your ships Facebook page and if you don’t please ask your Captain, they will be happy to point you in the right direction. The Captains post a ship update between the 1st and 10th of each month, and it is then relayed.
By relayed I mean that I post that ship update to media sites that we maintain a Fleet presence on, and this includes but is not limited to Twitter, Myspace, Trekspace, Plurk and about nine other sites. This is done in a timely fashion spaced out allowing each SIM some time at the top of our pages. I do this by taking the ship updates and copying them exactly, so it’s best when the ship update has a URL to the SIM as well. I am willing to take and broadcast ship updates as often as any Commanding Officer wishes, but the fleet minimum is once per month. If any Captain is interested in additional updates, they should first update their page then contact me to broadcast it.
I can only do so much for recruiting so there are two additional avenues available to any Captain that I wanted to mention as well. The first one is the Captain can utilize the players, asking them to each recruit one real life friend. This is my challenge to the players and Captains alike: find just one real life friend that you can add to your game. If you already have a real life friend in the game, then see if they can bring one person into the game, a network of friends who SIM together becomes a network of friends that outlast school years or neighborhoods.
The second option is that any player or Captain can recruit using the same media outlets that we the fleet use. If you’re interested in ways to accomplish this, please email ComChase@IndependenceFleet.com and I will be happy to help you coordinate on the multitude of sites. It’s best when you and I are in coordination for recruiting so that we don’t step on each other’s toes.
With all of that said, I see some ships that just don’t have the players it needs, and I see some Captains complaining that they can’t carry a game with just one or two players. I do not agree here, any Captain could post twice a week until they get players, something that shows activity. People don’t want to join a dead game; they prefer to join one that shows steady activity. A Captain or any player can create this environment simply by posting multiple times per week. It may seem boring at first, but you will get into the telling of the story and future players will see this dedication and activity as something they want to be a part of. It works if you work it as they say.
2012 ends and 2013 begins, let’s take off running into 2013 with the ideas of recruiting in our minds, and let’s see how much better we can do. We had an awesome year, and next year will be awe inspiring.
Happy New Year from AJ Wheeler and myself!
Admiral Landon Wakeland
Chief of Fleet Operations
‘Neath The Raptor’s Wing
The Human war had ended… and the treaty had been signed, then the Neutral Zone established. Now began a cold war while the Star Empire sat and waited, biding its time, developing its technologies and dedicating itself to finding ways to overcome the determination of the humans and their burgeoning Federation… allied with the accursed Vulcans, the frozen Andorians and the swinish Tellarites. Now would secrecy be that much more critical as they refined their cloaking technology, as the Empire sought to find new ways to undermine and destroy their enemies, with any edge possible.
Serving as the chief science officer… the only science officer, in truth, on the Imperial Romulan Warbird Conquest, Lovok Charvon was awakened in the midst of his sleep cycle by a summons from the bridge. If there was one thing Commander Rikal was not known to be, it was patient. Thus he scrambled into his uniform and was present on the bridge in short order.
“It took you long enough,” growled the lady commander of the Conquest, not even deigning to turn around when he entered the bridge. “I require full scans of that derelict vessel out there, and I need to determine the probability of it being a Federation trap. I command it.”
‘I command it’ was one of the Commander’s favorite phrases, to stress importance… unfortunately she used it so often that it had become something of a joke amongst her underlings, though it was a very private joke. The meaning was never unclear… she wanted it done, and now, or she would eject you into space, disrupt you or personally snap your neck and advance your underling to do the task… all of which she had done this tour to members of the crew whom had displeased or failed her.
Thus one of the primary reasons that Lovok Charvon was now the only science officer aboard. While she demanded results, Commander Rikal was no scientist, and had no patience for explanations why things could not be done how and when she wanted them done. And thus Charvon hurried to perform his task.
“It appears to be a DY-500 earther ship, Commander… I am detecting lifesigns aboard, though faint… scanners show them to be human… oid?”
He knew without looking that there was a withering glance penetrating his skull. “Human or not, sublieutenant?”
Turning from his scanning station, he replied with as much confidence as he could muster. “Human, Commander… but with alterations, I suspect. Plus the lifesigns are so faint they are difficult to make any sort of clear determination. Perhaps more in depth scans, given time-”
“Is it dangerous?” the imperious commander cut him off. “Bombs, possibilities of engines going critical, plagues, onboard viruses or similar bioweapons, spying devices…?”
Obviously while she had little scientific acumen, Commander Rikal had a mindset that lent itself well to the devious and dangerous. Carvon contemplated his answer carefully before committing.
“I would need more in depth scans before making such a determination. Perhaps I could bring an exploratory force onboard the vessel to perform scans onsite to…”
“You are brave to volunteer, Sublieutenant Charvon. Beam over and make your scans alone, thus the only risk will be your own. Report your findings when you have them. I command it.” The smile that accompanied the words were a serpent’s smile, full of venom and malice. Lovok had gotten used to it by now… but for seven cycles now he had survived her wrath, so he would continue as he had been proceeding- slow and cautious. He had a wife and daughter back on Romulus, in Dartha.
While his bride was a sister of the Emperor Shiarkiek, that did not help him out here in the wilds of the Neutral Zone near the border of Federation space. Out here, as his cousin by marriage Ael t’Rllaillieu would have told him, he would make his own fortune, or die in the attempt.
Suited up for Extra Vehicular Activity and carrying a small generator to power systems that were lacking, Lovok stood on the transporter pad, and in a sparkling of green energies had his molecules disassembled and reassembled on the Earth vessel. He had chosen to be transported to the control room, to better ascertain the situation. “I am safely transported and beginning my research,” he reported, and received no reply… if he hadn’t checked in she would scold him for not doing so, but having checked in she affected an air of nonchalance. He hooked the generator into the ship’s systems… which were surprisingly dusty- and began powering up the ship’s computers while he ran scans off his portable science station scanner.
No known viruses or pathogens- that was a relief. The air was thin… not particularly breathable, but there, though there was no gravity, of course. As the registry came up, he kicked himself… this was not a DY 500, this was a DY 100, a much earlier model of the same design… ancient, to some degree. The Earthlings had not been using these for years… they were sublight only.
That would explain why it was out here as a cryoship… sleepers would survive the long trek from their homeworld and use no supplies. As he reviewed the records, he watched the images flicker past and realized what they meant… and then he moved to scan some of the biobays, to confirm his findings. He took the time to assemble his findings in a simple and comprehensive presentation, then called to be beamed back to the Conquest.
Decontaminated and uniformed once more, he brought his scanner to the bridge, and the awaiting scowl of Commander Rikal, only to lean in close and request a private audience. That got him a raised eyebrow, but she acceded, bringing him into her tactical planning quarter off the bridge.
“Well?” she said impatiently, hand hooked in her belt next to her disruptor. There was no doubt that she would kill him if he tried anything, but the scientist had no such intentions.
“This is the earther ship SS Tea Party… it departed what would become Federation space in the year of their calendar 1996. It has been out here, moving on inertia and occasional course corrections ever since. It currently has a crew complement of forty-seven humans… genetically augmented humans. They were exiled from their world as wars and clashes escalated, and they took to the stars to seek a new life elsewhere. Not all of them have survived- nearly half of the cryo-chambers have malfunctioned and the occupants died, and it appears micrometeor strikes ended some. But there are still forty-seven specimens onboard, Commander.”
The Romulan commander turned from her pacing and regarded him cooly. “Now tell me why I care for forty seven humans, Sublieutenant?”
Lovok smiled cautiously. “Forty-seven specimens of genetic alteration, Commander. Not humans, but superhumans… stronger than Klingons, more endurance than Andorians, smarter than… Vulcans… fast, deadly, with the ability to have potentialities hardwired into their very genetic structure. These are processes that could be reverse engineered, Commander… for the Star Empire.”
“The eyes narrowed and the Romulan commander regarded the scientist.”Can these alterations be performed on anyone?”
“I will need time to study the specimens, Commander… I can make no guarantees until then. But it is possible…”
Ten years later, and General Rikal had parleyed her find in space into a rather spectacular turn of good fortune. Using her wiles and guile and cunning, she was now the head of her own directorate within the Tal Shiar, and Lovok Charvon now labored in a rather extensive laboratory complex as he and the team assigned under him labored to unravel the mysteries and secrets of the earther Keniclius’ genetic wonders.
“The Augments were designed to be five times stronger, remarkably agile, and at least twice as intelligent as a normal human, resistant to sickness and with enhanced senses, possessing heart muscles twice as strong and lung efficiency fifty percent improved. They also had twice the average lifespan. Even their resistance to energy weapons was improved, as it took multiple shots with a phase pistol to stun one. We’ve extrapolated on a number of these possibilities as well, combining them with G’tur Daavik’s research into genetic pattern overlays to possibly be able to lay in skills and training and memories… as well as loyalties.” That last part he was most definitely unsure of, but he knew the General well after their long association… and given that she prized nothing higher than mindless obedience he knew it would be a selling point for her.
Currently she was leading dignitas from the Senate and the Tal Shiar on a tour of the labs, extolling the virtues of the project and proposing the next step- implementation.
“Why will the process not work on adult Rhiannasu, Doctor?” she asked. She knew the answer, but it was necessary to educate the politicians and the Tal Shiar.
“The genetic augmentations create an instability in the genetic code, which in adult test subjects has proven disastrous. While there is clear potential for aggression and violent behavior in those augmented as well as certain superiority complexes or other personality aberrations, resulting from their enhanced capabilities, the adults are unstable. Splicing in new overlays seems to literally unravel their DNA, causing their chromosomal patterns to deteriorate. While it was initially considered as a possibility for commandos who would ‘burn out’ during use, it has proven unworkable as a solution.”
“However, children seem to be adaptable… while embryonic is of course the best possible answer, we are seeing successes in simulations of using children, even as old as mid-puberty… their structures are still mutable, and we project that we may even gain results greater than anticipated. Of course, we have yet to go to live testing…”
“Until now. Thank you, Doctor…” General Rikal hustled the guests and dignitas along to the presentation she had prepared… this was the true focus of her exercise, and what she had been building for a number of years now. The Tal Shiar’s Subversive Directorate would be recruiting children and beginning the basic overlays to test what could be done with the new science, despite Charvan’s objections that it was not yet ready. But Rikal got what she wanted, period… and Lovok had learned a long time ago to pick and choose his battle with the ruthless Fin Rikal.
Seven years later, the program had made some strides. Embryonic reprogramming was producing interesting results, one of which was a prominent forehead ridge in the recipients that followed the arch of the traditional Romulan eyebrow. Increased intelligence varied… in some cases the children were only average, while occasionally they were producing autistic savants. The cutting edge of the research seemed there, but Rikal still wanted the overlays to occur, despite Lovok’s hesitance to do so. While General Rikal had noted his hesitation, she had brought his own granddaughter in for enrollment in the program, and used her as leverage to push him to branch out and take chances, lest she become the next test subject.
Then came the day they brought in the Vulcan child, and it all changed.
His granddaughter was the right age, and malleable mentally… she was not the intellect that her mother or forebears had been, and while Rikal had drilled her mercilessly to insure her loyalty to the Empire and to the Tal Shiar, the child could not keep up… she was clumsy and weak as well. But now Rikal had an opportunity to plant an agent on Vulcan with a perfect cover… and the only operative that fit the bill was young Scylla. He had tried to object, but he was overruled.
“This is for the good of the Empire, Doctor. Either serve your place or I will appoint someone who will,” came the answer, and Doctor Charvan knew he had no choice… but that did not mean that he did not have options. The fact that the child would be kept awake in order to sear the experience into her mind as a defense against mental intrusion would be torturous on him as well, but he would find the strength to persevere.
He performed the procedures; branching out far into his theoretical knowledge… he boosted the intelligence, forcibly forging new pathways while the child screamed. He forced himself to ignore the pleading and as he tightened sinews and forced muscles to double and rebouble upon themselves. Into those new neural pathways he jammed knowledge, of codes, of secrets and information that she might need, all while attempting to increase her hand-eye coordination and her physical agility. He deadened himself to the cries of agony and the begging of a child for someone, anyone to help her, to save her, and instead he did what he could to arm her for what lay ahead of her, even as he overlaid the personality of another child whose mind was now a blank slate onto that of his own granddaughter. He worked through the day and into the night, and even when all that the child could do was whimper, he continued his grisly work until it was done.
Six cycles later, when the Tal Shiar agents came for him and dragged him before General Rikal, he suspected that he knew why.
“You did your best work, Doctor. It is a marvel of Romulan science… but your notes on the procedure seem to be lacking a number of factors… if I did not know any better I would hazard a guess as to say that you created this one just to spite me, so that one day it might just come back around to turn on me.” General Rikal dropped the documentation on the desk.
“That would be foolish, short-sighted and against the greater welfare of the Star Empire, General. Of course I would do no such thing,” Lovok replied, knowing full well that his fate was already sealed.
“We will attempt to… convince you to share your secrets with the Empire, Doctor. But I suspect you will not yield them, and instead we shall simply end up breaking you. A pity… I have enjoyed our association and its mutual benefits,” the Tal Shiar general expressed, steepling her fingers and glaring at him smugly.
“You should not have made me operate on my own flesh and blood, and sacrifice it upon the altar of your ambition, Rikal. Someday you will know why, and I hope that she comes for you and destroys you, layer by layer, piece by piece as you forced me to destroy my own granddaughter,” he replied.
It would be many, many years, and quite unusual circumstances… but eventually, Lovok Charvan’s desire for vengeance would come to fruition, and the seeds of sedition that he planted would grow into something altogether unlike anything he could have possibly imagined… and all of it changed the course of an Empire, ‘neath the Raptor’s wing.
We have a new Captain and will be launching a new mission soon.
New captain has arrived and the ship will relaunch JAN 1
the Constellation is preparing for her first mission, what adventures await? stay tuned, same trek time, same trek channel!
the Constellation is also looking for recruits! like star trek? like writing? you should come travel through space and time with us! we’ve got several open positions, come check it out!http://ships.independencefleet.com/Constellation.php/main/index
Rebooting the mission for the Pioneer.
This SIM is in Dry dock until further notice.
STAR BASE prime
Star base prime is gearing up for its next mission some new crew have come aboard, making the counselor and doctor very busy with things. The stations holo emitters have been sorted and things are getting to back to what is normal on prime.
Friends, Patriots, countrymen, lend me your ears;
Van Gogh excluded of course. The Patriot is in need of all sorts writers, thespians, lesbians if you dare, to fill seats and help march our story forward in whatever way you see fit.
We will not stand idly by while men maketh asses of thyselves instead we march boldly into the night waving banners that spell freedom using stars and stripes as a symbol that we are but Patriots and we will never falter, and we will never fail. Join Today! http://ships.independencefleet.com/PatriotA.php/main/join
This SIM is in dry dock until further notice.
Jump aboard the USS Spyglass and prepare yourself for an incredible journey, one unlike any other in the Fleet !
This SIM is in dry dock until further notice.
My Name Is Mudd
Harcourt Fenton Mudd… swindler, conman, liar, thief, entrepreneur, miner, merchant, tinker, tailor, popinjay, legend and… archaeologist? Harry Mudd’s gone straight. Honest. And he’s conned his way aboard the Victory for a short little ride to Starbase Twenty-Three as he ferries some artifacts unearthed amongst the amazing ruins he found on Xarantine, of the lost civilization of Halos. But not everything is as it seems when it comes to Harry Mudd, and somehow when he’s involved, things always seem to go terribly, comically wrong…
Alamo Station – Gamma Quadrants Guardians
Alamo Station has a new commanding officer; Captain Stuart Crawley-Windsor. With this new promotion, it brings with it a turning point for the Gamma Quadrant located base.
Alamo was gifted to the Federation by the founders as a gesture of good will and peace. This was a landmark offering that Starfleet took as an opportunity to begin its deep space explorations into the Gamma Quadrant, sending ships where no man had gone before! Now the station acts as a centre of commerce for the Gamma Quadrant and acts as the Operational Headquarters for Starfleet activities in the Gamma quadrant.
Alamo however cannot function without dedicated writers joining this growing and prospering community. We are currently revamping and rebuilding the simulation to create a small community that can make a big difference in the Gamma Quadrant. Now has never been a better time to join as the simulation is reset and ventures to new frontiers. New Beginnings – New Adventures!
Captain failed to provide any data.
USS Sunfire D
R & R Earth.
Character development mission during a layover on Earth. During this time, Captain Rhenora Kaylen faces a court martial, while other crew members disburse to confront demons of their own, or to simply experience life.
We have recently taken on more active crew members that continue to push the story deeper into the unknown. Join us today for a story you will never forget.
As the Challenger flies to Cait, the captain gets a call from Station 216 security about a suspicious death aboard the station. Meanwhile, the Challenger’s morale officer has coordinated a get together with the mostly Caitian crew of the Churchill, which is also en route to Cait, so that the crew might acclimate before arrival.
The Challanger currently has openings for the following senior positions, as well as many openings for junior positions:
Chief Strategic Operations Oifficer
Chief Operations Officer
Chief Science Officer
Chief Medical Officer
This SIM is dry docked until further notice.
USS chuck norris
New Mission to start within the next few days: Chuck Norris XO Commander Youngblood and a handful of the crew are reassigned to a training vessel for routine wargames against the Chuck Norris. Someone else, however, has an ulterior motive for the exercise. Will we figure it out before it’s too late?
USS liberty B
Hopelessly battle scarred and destroyed, and with a new command staff, the Liberty has been recalled back to the Alpha Quadrant for repairs and new orders. Now patrolling the borders of the Neutral Zone, the crew is having problems with spies, small quarrels regarding territorial boundaries, and diplomatic meetings. With the stress of the recent battles and jumps across the galaxy, the crew is wearing thin and interdepartment disputes are on the rise. Always open to new players of any experience level, we have plenty of open positions for anyone who wants to jump in and join us!
This Simm Is Still In Wait Of New Orders, Sadly To Say We Have Lost Our Chief Counselor We Wish Her Well. We Really Need At Least One Or Two I know we are by far not the most popular ship here but we are reaching out to our TFCO for help. If not then perhaps she should be put in mothballs until we get some crew. i was planning on using npc’s with four active crew members but if we dont get those two players then we are pretty much dead in the water.
USS Rioja has a new mission called Liberation Front
We welcome the new Captain of the USS Liberty B - Captain Simorina ka’NiH
Fleet Awards for October:
Once Upon a Haunting – Captain Kaylen Rhenora.
The Sunfire is drawn to investigate the long lost SS Jacinta. Once nearby, things start to go bump in the night.
Best Post: Dangerous Games
Posted on Fri Oct 26th, 2012 @ 6:26pm
by Ensign Jerald Futtz & Ensign Tristan Kensington
Mission: Starve a Cold, Feed a Future
USS Washington - I like the way Jerald was written, the way the character and his actions were described. I feel it really gets you into the scene and you can easily imagine it happening. I like the way the characters inner motives were revealed to show the deception going on and felt that it was handled in a clever and thoughtful way.
Funniest Post: Warrant Officer Dex Hellion, Small Craft Pilot, for “Forbidden Love” USS Chuck Norris Two inactive crew members meet an untimely demise.
Most Valuable Player: Gorshum Gru’me USS Washington has been instrumental in helping the sim IC and OOC. He has worked very hard to support new players and help their development as writers. He clearly cares a great deal about the crew even though we have not know each other long. By playing his own character and NPCs, and doing such a good job with them he has really helped forward not just the main plot, but the subplot as well.
Most Improved Player:
Talla P’Trell USS Sunfire D
Talla has stepped on board the Sunfire and taken of running with the third highest post count. She’s joint posted with a number of other players and is a valuable member of the Sunfire crew!
Rookie of the Month:
Most Posts: Lieutenant T’Vyn, 36 posts USS Victory
Fleet Awards for November:
& Lieutenant Commander Yuna Celes USS Victory
Most Valuable Player:
Most Improved Player:
Rookie of the Month:
Most Posts: WE HAVE A TIE! At 28 posts each, Lieutenant T’Vyn and Lieutenant Valin cross the finish line hand in hand! Good work, both of you! USS Victory
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Jan 1 – Feb 9 Star Trek: Titan Over a Torrent Sea
To no one, to everyone. To that damn disappearing cat who keeps smiling at me in the dark. Once down the hole there’s no going back.
Three months without a newsletter yet three months filled with information and promotional news. The old adage is correct, good things do come to those who wait. I appreciate your patience through this holiday season.
It takes many people to bring together tidbits of news, awards and information convert it into something that makes sense and turn it around into something worthwhile. When this group of individuals work together, great things happen. When certain pieces of the machine fail to work or mesh due to outside interference such as the holiday season then not so great things happen.
Each of you understands life outside of the simulation world, so I thank you for your understanding and patience as the holidays end perhaps the cogs can all mesh together once more. Keep writing. Keep creating and Happy holidays.
Commodore Robert McHenry