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Crescendo Part 1 [PLOT]

Posted on Thu Feb 21st, 2019 @ 11:47am by Captain Malcom Llwyedd & Captain Jack Cunningham Jr & Petty Officer 1st Class Kipp Lak & Petty Officer 2nd Class Fhiri & Petty Officer 3rd Class Thomas Lopt & Lieutenant Cynfor Rees & Lieutenant Kedra Nema & Lieutenant Nora Morrison M.D. & Jillian Mox & Lieutenant Commander Rhiana t'Aegis & Lieutenant JG Soto Gantt & Lieutenant JG Murril Na & Lieutenant Jackson Smith & Chief Petty Officer Charles Stephens JR & Warrant Officer Arlan Harlan & Cadet Freshman Grade Gianna Djokovic & Lieutenant Commander Jörgen Leed & Lieutenant JG Yikete Oggt & Master Sergeant Robert Schiano & Chief Petty Officer Zene Beddite & Petty Officer 3rd Class Keith Potter

Mission: Mission 4: Riding A Pale Horse
Location: Planet ZP0442
Timeline: 26 July, 2394 -0800 Hours


-On Board the SS Far Wanderer-

Zene Beddite was a patient person. She had to be in order to work with many patients who were injured, scared or just rude. She'd become even more patient when forced to work for the Firebird's EMH. That man was incredibly gifted but lacked almost all social grace whatsoever. Having said that, the days inside the Refam cell had tried her patience to the breaking point. There was nothing to do except wait, stare at the white walls and dread a visit from her captives. They'd clearly not expected anyone to show up unannounced and weren't pleased about it. They'd begun questioning them. At first it had been simple questions and Zene saw no reason to resist. But later, they'd continued to press her and the threats had begun. She'd decided then not to cooperate and knew that physical torture was likely. All of the Seekers were fanatics and she knew they'd do anything in service to their creed.

She rested her head against the wall and sighed.

"The Seekers have been careful so far, suggesting they are anxious to account for our crew. Take heart in that, Chief Beddite," said Jörgen. The face of calm meditation was firmly in place. If his comm badge helped lead the crew here it would result of that would be a sharp intensification in their interrogations. His own were already worse. It came with the position. "How are you all holding up?"

Cynfor sat with his back to the wall and wallowed in his own hubris. He felt responsible for the predicament that they were in. In his excitement at their discovery he forgot his protocol, forgot that where there was power there were people, and here they were. As he sat in stoic silence he could only think of two things. The first being a hope that the Ambassador's comm signal got out and the second was a hope that Kalstri was okay and not having a relapse. He stole a glance at Kalistri and for the time being all seemed well.

Kalstri caught the glance from Cynfor and nodded towards him with a smile. He could feel the despair around him, but there was hope. He had been through a lot worse than this, and they still had friends out there. The Seekers made that obvious. They would come. He was sure of it. Kalstri walked over to Beddite and lightly placed on of his hands on her shoulder. He did not say anything, but she had been strong for him, he could do the same for her.

Zene waited for one of the others to say something, anything but they didn't. She appreciated Kalstri's gesture and turned to look at him. She put her hand on his. "I'm frustrated and tired of being here," she said. "But at least we aren't alone. I'm not sure I could handle that."

Nora smiled at Zene, realizing up to that point she had been mostly in her own thoughts today. She felt guilty for that because as a counselor, she had a duty to provide comfort and support, but the part of her that was Nora the human being understood that at a certain point, words rang hollow and could be unwelcome. This experience was certainly proving some things had to be endured before there was any real hope they would be processed. "We are not alone," Morrison affirmed. "I'm also grateful for that."

There was a rustling outside of the door and a moment later it opened, revealing six black clad Seekers. They always arrived in force and they always had weapons. Real weapons too, phasers that looked like they belonged in museums but probably still worked. Zene hadn't wanted to test them. One of the Seekers, a tall man with a patch over one eye and a permanent scowl on his face, stepped inside, looking over each of them.

"We know you are all Starfleet. I want to know who the Vulcan female in your crew is," he said.

Speaking into the silence that followed, Jörgen spoke slowly as though recollecting tenuous memories. "In my observations she conversed only from necessity but I have read her files," he said. "Lieutenant t'Aegis began her training as a junior medical officer. She transferred to Starfleet and recently replaced the Chief Medical Officer on board our vessel. Do you have more specific questions?"

Zene tried not to make eye contact with the Seeker. There was a Vulcan on board but she was a pilot. Was Commander Leed trying to stymie them?

The Seeker looked confused. "I suppose it makes some sense. A doctor's skill with the blades anyway," he said. "Although I would not have expected a Vulcan to show so much emotion. Unless...," he trailed off. "Is she a Vulcan or a Romulan?"

Cynfor chose to take the protocol approach to being captured. He would not give any information except for his name rank and serial number. For the time being Rees was contented by having Leed respond to their questions. The fact that Jorgen was misleading them was not lost on the old operations officer.

"I could not comment on a situation of which I am unaware. Given the nature of our crash she may suffer from traumatic injury. Grief can affect even Vulcans, who some believe incorrectly have no emotion. Perhaps the care of someone familiar to her would help the lieutenant recover."

The Seeker frowned, his face pinching. "We've been trying to locate this Vulcan officer since she did this to me and some of my companions," the Seeker said, pointing to his face. "Our information indicates that they are searching for something. Do any of you know what they are looking for?"

Nora shook her head. "No." She had no idea whether she'd be believed, but there was a certain peace in knowing whatever happened to her and the rest of them next, they would find their opening. She refused to die like this.

"Name... Cynfor Rees. Rank... Lieutenant." Cyn began again this time with a smirk on his face. He was gratified to know that they were equally as stymied as he and the rest of the Firebird crew was. He was not about to give them anything extra to go on.

The Seeker smiled. "Bring that one," he said, pointing to Rees. "Lets see what he has to say in a private conversation."

Rees was hustled to his feet as one of the Seekers pulled him up. He simply did not understand what this people wanted. Once more he resigned himself to give him nothing save his name, rank, and serial number. Rees hoped that this would not take too long one way or the other.

Jörgen stiffened as though to protest, his lips pressing together. Inwardly he was satisfied, and expected the Seeker to become disappointed soon. Too many people saw an emotional man as weak. Near the breaking point. Rees's emotions came from pain and struggle--a journey away from and back to self that created strength. The lieutenant might be their best advocate at the moment. Nodding his moral support to Rees, Jörgen fell back against the wall and hoped.

-[Arches Camp]-

Captain Llwyedd looked around at the gathering of people. Over the past few days, many of his people had straggled into camp or had been picked up by Rhiana. His heart ached to see the sad shape so many of them were in. But all of them, except Gia who was in a coma, had volunteered to take part in the mission that he and T'Por had planned. Once they'd been able to ascertain the size of the anti-tech bubble and then, using Fhiri's triangulation device, located the source, their objective was clear.

The Techlon's didn't have a room big enough to seat all of his people and those Techlons who'd decided to ride with them. So they were using an outdoor amphitheater where most of the live theater took place. Malcom looked up at the rows of his crew, most still dressed in their dirty Starfleet uniforms, and felt a swell of affection rising inside of him. They were battered, bruise, injured, scarred but not beaten. He turned and looked at T'Por, who was seated in a large, straight backed chair that had been brought down from her grand audience chamber.

"We'll wait a few more minutes. I think we have stragglers," Malcom said and T'Por nodded.

Yikete Oggt, the Saurian doctor, descended the amphitheater from the back. He saw next to a couple of crewman he didn't recognize about midway toward the stage and watched the interactions between the two captains with interest as they waited.

Schiano had become resolute since the decision was made as to what their next move would be. He knew that there were still some of the Firebird crew missing and he refused to give up on them. He had his phaser rifle slung across his back and was holstering a hand phaser as he approached Cunningham. "Sir may I have permission to speak freely?" When the permission was granted Schiano relaxed for the first time since riding with Kaya. "El T is there a plan to get the rest of our crew. There are people missing I just know it, I can't really explain how, it is a gut feeling. Even if they are dead we should at least recover the bodies..." His voice trailed off as he ran out of things to say.

Eavesdropping on the conversation, Ash silently nodded in agreement. She wasn't leaving without all of their people, even if all they recovered were bodies. It meant something. They meant something. They and their families deserved that dignity. Emotions swelled, starting from her abdomen and moving upward, finally settling in the base of her left antenna. A mixture of frustration, rage, and sadness had her curving her fists. Ash was ready to hit someone, hopefully soon.

Lieutenant t'Aegis was among the very few of the Firebird's crew to not be wearing a torn and dirty uniform. Instead, she was wearing the custom Romulan outfit the Techlons had sewn for her, even if it was not as pristine as when she had first received it. She had even found Luke and got him to return her combadge he had taken off her seemingly ages ago. Not that it would be of much use just yet. But she felt better for having it. The disruptor was in a holster at her side, a familiar and yet new, reassuring weight. She was sitting in the first row of the amphitheater, as close to T'por as she could, feeling strangely protective of the old woman and slightly if probably unnecessarily worried that she might be harmed here in the open.

Jackson jogged lightly into the area. He had been conversing with the Techlons, sharing stories and experiences. His mood was good. Things had really turned for the best when he had met up with his close friends. Gantt, Emily, and Jillian were safe and sound. He was still worried for Gia, but he was sure she would pull through. She was strong. Jackson himself looked like he had seen better days. He still wore many of the bruises and cuts from his days being a captive. Injury almost seemed second nature to him at this point, and he couldn't help but smile briefly. They had a lot to do, and there was still family out there to save, but things seemed to have reached a turning point and it was time for action. Jackson placed a hand on Schiano's shoulder as he sat next to them, "I am sure the captain's got a plan. We will get them." His face hardened as determination flowed through him. He looked towards Ash. He could see her emotions raging through her body. He nodded towards her, the fire inside him growing as well. While he had felt more at home than ever with the Techlons, their nomadic scrounging lifestyle was so similar to how he grew up, he knew that the Firebird was his true home and these people around him were his true family. Every one of them willing to give up their lives and to fight for each other. His eyes hardened further as he looked to the Captain and was ready for action.

Malcom glanced at T'Por, who nodded. "Alright everyone," Malcom said in his command voice. "Lets come to order. We have a lot to discuss and some decisions to make. First, I'd like to thank Captain T'Por and all of the Techlons here at the Arches camp for their hospitality and generosity. The crew of the Firebird is forever indebted to you." Malcom turned and bowed to the Techlon Elder.

T'Por raised her hand in the classic V greeting. "We thank you, Captain Llwyedd. Your arrival, traumatic though it has been, will be a boon to my own crew. We look forward to collaborating with you to ensure we are both able to leave this planet for safer harbors."

Malcom smiled. "Agreed," he said and turned back to the crowd. "As you all know by now, the Techlons have been building a spaceship for decades. I've personally toured the ship and I am beyond impressed with what they have managed to do. After speaking with many of the crew, I believe that the ship will be able to safely travel, once it has a sufficient power supply. We now know, thanks to Lieutenant t'Aegis and Xavi," Malcom said, nodding to the young Romulan not far away. "That the Refam are using a warp core to power their anti-tech field. Petty Officer Fhiri was able to construct a sensor package that has narrowed down the exact location for us." Malcom put his hands behind his back and began to pace as he spoke.

"Our plan is relatively simple. We are going to split up into two groups. Our goal will be to locate and deactivate the field so that the Firebird will be able to lift off. I hope. As for the Techlon ship, I'd like to recognize K'lak formerly of the IKS Plath, who has something to say."

K'lak rose, slowly to his feet. He was still not completely recovered from his heart condition but he couldn't remain seated. "Thank you, captain!" He shouted. "As the only surviving member of the Plath I demand that the Techlons take our warp core. The Ferengi engineer assures me that it is quite operational or it will be once it is removed and transported here. My only request is that I be allowed to travel with you Techlons when you leave."

"You're actions are most honorable, K'lak. And most welcome," said T'Por. "We accept your gift and welcome you to our crew," T'Por said. K'lak grunted and sat down.

Malcom continued. "Some of us will be assessing the damage to the Firebird and some will be working to remove the Klingon warp core and transporting it here. The rest of us will be conducting the mission to deactivate the shield. We will be utilizing horses as they represent the best option of transport. However, I will be asking Xavi and Lieutenant t'Aegis to utilize the shuttle in an overwatch position, with a squad of fast responders once the shield goes down. We estimate that the trip to the location of the power source will take a day at moderate riding speed. What are your questions?"

Jackson stood up determination flowing through him, "Sir, when we encounter resistance, what amount of force are we authorized to use?"

Unseen towards the back, the Firebird's Betazoid chemist had wondered when that issue would crop up. Thankfully, the Prime Directive wasn't an issue anymore; both these Refam and Techlon factions were already warp-capable. Still, Murril wanted these upcoming days to be viewed in Federation history as a rescue mission of crashed survivors, not a massacre of Luddite farmers. Looking systematically from face to face in the crowd, Murril sensed ruthlessness and revenge in the minds of several of these Techlons.

"Excellent question, lieutenant," Malcom said. "And one that we have discussed at length. As you can imagine, the Techlons have some long standing... grudges against the Refam." Malcom made eye contact with some of the Techlons in the audience. "And I am sure many of them are justified. However, I and my crew are Starfleet Officers. We are not mercenaries and we will not act as such. Captain T'Por and I have agreed to use non-lethal weapons as much as possible. Until we are able to use phasers to stun, we will be using blunt weapons to render our opponents unconscious," Malcom said as some of the audience began whispering. "However, if your life is in danger, you are free to take whatever measures are necessary to ensure your safety. Once the power is offline, phasers on heavy stun. If we are able to get into the armory, we will arm as many people as we can."

The Firebird's First Sergeant was not happy with what was being laid out before them. There was no mention of the missing crew. Once more this simply sounded like a plan to use their resources to get the Techlons moving. This is a waste of time... Schiano thought. However, he dared not speak out against the plan that the Captain had suggested. Nevertheless, the large man stood up. "Uhhh, sir I have a question. If we are going to deactivate dis anti-tech field. Would it not be best for the Techlons to loan us some of their standard weapons. I am sure that we will encounter some resistance and it would be best if I had something more den me fists."

"I understand, First Sergeant. We probably will encounter some resistance. But we aren't trained with their weapons and ballistic weaponry is very hard for most of the crew to use. I'll talk with Lieutenant Cunningham and see whether the Marines should have access to them in case of emergencies. But I'd rather use blunt weapons if possible," Malcom said.

T'Por raised a hand and her voice, weak though it was, carried through the space. "Additionally, we have rifles but not in great numbers. They are very hard for us to produce and creating the ammunition is even more difficult."

Robert disagreed with the Captains, but, he understood their point. There was a worry that built up inside him about going into this with little to no weapons. The upshot was that Llewyedd said that he would talk with Jack. If anyone could plan an operation with little to no resources is was Jack. Robert thought.

Hearing no more questions, Malcom spoke again. "Alright, we are kicking this thing off at midday. I will be leading team 1 and Lieutenant Cunningham will be leading team 2. You will find your assignments posted in the central plaza. I want to thank all of you for the risks you are about to endure. Stay together, watch each other's backs and come back safely. Godspeed. Dismissed."

-[USS Firebird]-

Thomas had been assigned to help set up the base camp that sheltered in the lee of the Firebird. Every few minutes, Thomas would look up from unpacking supplies and check to make sure the ship was still there. He knew that was stupid because the ship wasn't even able to leave but he couldn't stop doing it. He also felt a little guilty. He knew that other members of the crew were planning an attack on the power source that was creating the anti-tech bubble. Some small part of him felt bad about not helping them. But then he remembered the way he'd run and he knew that they were better of without him. It helped that his specialty, communications, was very important to making sure the ship got home safely. As long as he didn't screw up.

Petty Officer Kaya cracked open a crate she’d extracted from inside the ship. She was covered in sweat and grime - it was a disaster inside. The ship was lodged at a steep angle which made navigating inside a feat.

“Yes…” inside the create were sets of tools set in foam casings. Magnetic probes, hyperspanners, decouplers, parametric scanners, phase compensators, engineering tri-corders. She took out a portable circuit interface and switched it on. It hummed to life.

“I’ve got functioning instruments, Lieutenant Nema,” she called to the Chief Engineering Officer.

Nema wiped her face with a torn part of her sleeve. Her uniform was in tatters from this whole ordeal, but the sleeves were serving a purpose. She walked over to the freshly cracked box of back-up tools. Grabbing a tricorder she smiled at the other Trill.

"Now we have a chance. Let's get the rest of these in a few more capable hands and start as detailed a scan as we can manage. We need to triage."

The ship had "landed" half in and half out of the tech bubble which was making it very difficult to diagnose anything, but now at least they could get a picture of the front half of the ship, and just hope that visual inspections would get them close to problem areas in the back.

“Aye aye.” Kaya was so relieved to be doing something. Doing what she was bloody good at, making some kind of progress at getting home. She couldn’t wait to get her hands into Firebird. No better way to learn a ship than re-building it.

She clamped back on her safety harness and began loading tools into her belt. It was good luck that Engineering was near the bow. Her role was to evaluate the computer systems. Without power, she’d be checking nodes all throughout the ship, but Engineering was the best place to start.

“Going in,” Kaya announced and climbed the ladder into the ship-akimbo. Soon as she was inside, she clipped her safety line, turned on her headlamp, and made her way through the access corridors until she was in a proper corridor. There was debris everywhere. Some emergency lights flickered sadly, their independent power sources strained.

Charles had felt some joy over the conversation he heard about some diagnostic tools. His body was not doing well. His feet were sore and blistered. He just wished he could get some real R&R. He sat in the shade of the ship as his feet burned from the pain and blisters. Charles took off his boots and his socks where adhered to his feet with dried up puss. "I am sorry, guys." He started as he thought about taking off his socks but changed his mind. "I will help with scans as soon as I have a second to let my dogs rest." He let Nema know he was going to help.

Fhiri was wearing a breathing mask as she made her way through the darkened corridors of the Firebird. She'd been excited to get back to the ship but the sight of it in such a dilapidated condition made her feel very low. Lieutenant Nema had tasked her with evaluating the transporters. She knew it was an important job because if they could get the transporters online when the power came back, things could move a lot more quickly. She eased into the main transporter room, trying not to fall with the floor tilted the way it was.

=^=Lieutenant Nema this is Petty Officer Fhiri. I've reached the main transporter room and am beginning my assessment.=^=

She knew that the combadges were working sporadically but she thought this part of the ship was outside the cursed anti-tech field.

The slightly garbled but still audible Fhiri came through the commbadge and Nema checked off the location. They were working through sections of the ship and because they did not have access to the onboard computer yet, she was keeping track of all the assorted teams on a working PADD that she had managed to find. She tapped her badge,

=^=Acknowledged, Remember we are mostly taking stock at the moment, but if you can get some basic functionality without too much time feel free.=^=

Sure. I'll just get everything sorted right away Fhiri thought. She edged her way over to the main transporter console, using it to pull herself around so that she could access it. She took her sleeve and ran it across the console, grimacing at the dirt that came away. She knew that almost all transporters ran off the main power grid. But they also had an emergency power source in case the system lost main power during operation. She used her fingers and held down three separate spots. The screen came on, dimly.

"Alright. Transporter magic coming up," Fhiri said.

Kaya had to pry open the doors to central computing. Once inside she stopped and took a deep breath; it turned her stomach to see the room dark of the starship’s steady lights and humming systems. The consciousness of the ship. She maneuvered her way up the awkward slope to one of the computer systems terminals. She attached the PCI and its hand-held screen lit up, giving her nominal access to the system and began to run the limited diagnostics available.

=^= Kaya to Nema. Made it to the computing core and proceeding to assess.=^=

Charles felt bad sitting around while everyone else worked so he got his shoes back on and headed over to Lt. Nema. "I am not an engineer but what can I do to help?" He asked hoping to find some purpose to the day.

It wasn’t long before Kaya’s voice crackled through the combadges again, to send a message to the team still outside.

=^= Kaya to Nema. A piece of the bulkhead’s collapsed into a terminal I need. Could use another pair of hands. =^=

Nema looked over to the Chief.

"How do your dogs feel about some bulkhead removal?" She smiled at the expression and tapped at her PADD.

"Sounds like a perfect job for a non engineer." he said with a smile as he got off his butt and started to prepare to heard that way.

"Perfect." She announced as she tapped her commbadge and announced to Kaya,

=^=Chief Stephens is on his way Kaya.=^=

While all this was going on, Harlan was busy in the Firebird's Jeffrey Tubes tinkering, adjusting, and cursing. Lots of things got fouled up in the space battle and subsequent events. Ordinarily it would take a herculean effort to fix the numerous problems he was finding; everything from panels not communicating with the right systems to not turning on entirely. There were also some smells he couldn't identify, but he just chalked that up to animals somehow getting stuck in nooks and crannies after getting on board. However, most people weren't Harlan. He knew how to fix most things better and faster than just about every other engineer he'd ever met.

After a few minutes tinkering with a control junction, he radioed out to anyone in the general area. =^=Hey, can someone out there run a diagnostic on the subspace transmitter? It was pulling in a lot of static earlier. I want to see if it's still doing that.=^=

Nema moved to one of the other places that the Engineers had stacked all of the salvaged stuff. She pulled up one of the receiver arrays that had somehow come loose from gods know where. Tapping at the thing she was able to elicit a slight hum. She quickly pulled her tricorder and set it to link with the array.

=^=Harlan, Nema. I can't determine if it is fully functional, but I'm reading a clear call and response ping off of a small receiver array out here. Should do for the time being.=^=

=^=Sounds good, chief.=^= came the reply. =^=How are things coming out there? I don't think there was anything more pressing in the Tubes, but I can keep hunting for fixes if you don't need me out there.=^=

=^=For now, come on back out. We are well on our way to a more complete understanding of the damage, but until that damn bubble comes down I can't verify much.=^=

=^=Sounds good. Maybe I can help devise something that can help us accomplish that exact task.=^=

Jillian hit the edge of the biobed she was working on in frustration which caused a hyposprayer to flip off the bed onto the floor. “Argh!” She swore quietly as she knelt to pick it up. She could hear Emily playing in the corner. Jillian had given up hiding how important it was to have Emily within arm’s reach since they returned to the ship. “Hey honey, do you want to help me fix this biobed? I need a pretend patient.” She didn’t want to interrupt the game, but more than that she wanted to run a scan and this seemed like a perfect combo.

"Sure," Emily said and jumped to her feet. She scooted over to her mother, gave her a quick hug and then jumped up onto the biobed. "We sure could have used one of these when Gia got hurt. Nurse Riley says she's in a coma. You think she's going to be ok?"

"I hope so honey," Jillian spoke with confidence to comfort Emily. "Everyone is working hard to make sure we can get back to normal as soon as possible." Jillian gave Emily a brief tickle on the stomach and turned on the scanner. "Hold still, bug."

Emily was not good at holding still. But she'd seen the look in her mother's eye. It usually meant she'd pushed things too far but this time it wasn't her fault. So she started whistling. That wasn't moving, right? She remembered a tune she'd heard back on the planet. It was a high pitched whistle that rose and fell. Eventually she got tired. "Is it broken, mommy? If it is, I didn't do it."

Tousling Emily's hair, Jillian let out the air trapped in her tightened chest. "Of course you didn't. All the readings are off by a little or a lot, like the biobed itself is a little sick," she added. Her mouth curled in a real smile--tired but genuine. "This scan is helping me know where the computer is off." Jillian knew Emily's vitals like the back of her hand. Once multiple scans gave the same readings for her daughter Jillian would know how to adjust them on the crew who were really hurt. She reset the program for another scan. "So, tell me how you helped Gia escape the bad guys."

Emily frowned. The ordeal with Gia was over and she was so so happy to be back with her mommy. "Those jerks put us in a cell. I don't know what we did wrong but Gia said it was because we were breathing, which sounds not right. But I found a few bricks in the wall that were loose so we knocked some of them out and crawled away! The moon was realy big so we could see. And then we ran and ran and ran. I don't need to run for a long time," Emily said.

"No more running," Jillian assured Emily while a tremor of guilt shook in her chest. She had made that promise to both of them before, and broken it. No more running. It's an easy stance to take when you are not being chased. "Now, take this PADD." While Emily peered at the screen Jillian explained what to do. "Look at all the numbers in this column. Then, mark the numbers in this second column where they look very different. It's like hide-and-go-seek with numbers. Can you do that?" Jillian set the computer scan to run again.


Captain Malcom Llwyedd
Commanding Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Junior Grade Jackson Smith
Chief Flight Control Officer/Covert Operations Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Rhiana t'Aegis
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Petty Officer Third Class Gianna Djokovic
Security Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Commander Jorgen Leed
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298
(NPC by Soto)

Lieutenant Cynfor Rees
Chief Operations Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Master Sergeant Robert Schiano
First Sergeant
USS Firebird NCC-88298
(NPC Rees)

Lieutenant Kedra Nema
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Chief Petty Officer Arlan Harlan
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Junior Grade Soto Gantt
Structural/Environmental Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Jillian Mox
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Lieutenant Nora Morrison M.D.
Chief Counselor
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Chief Petty Officer Charles Stephens JR
Chief of the Boat/Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Petty Officer 3rd Class Kaya
Computer Systems Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Petty Officer 3rd Class Fhiri
Computer Systems Specialist
USS Firebird NCC-88298

(NPC by Llwyedd)

Chief Petty Officer Zene Beddite
Chief Nurse
USS Firebird NCC-88298
(NPC by Llwyedd)


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Comments (2)

By Cadet Freshman Grade Gianna Djokovic on Thu Feb 21st, 2019 @ 1:05pm

The beginning of the end of this mission and this god forsaken planet! Huzzah. -Liam

By Lieutenant JG Murril Na on Sun Feb 24th, 2019 @ 7:23am

I don't know what it is, but I continue to be amazed at how Emily's actions and reactions can completely put a different lens on any scene.