KW Star Trek RPG-Tales of the USS ADAMANT and much more

[dlbpharmd]

MM, Tom - this phenomenon you're referring to as "Revan" is really the mental projection of a god-like creature also known as Revan. His ubiquitous teachings can be found throughout this discussion board.

And by the way - he's your father.

[Loredoctor]

LOL dl

Star Date: 4623/67 ***retrieved database from the remains of the USS Nietszche.

***Captain Ur-Vile: We have pursued the Class-IV Hernicke-Hawking Distortion to the star system of KW-III. Upon changing to Impulse we detected a massive surge of an unknown energy. This overloaded our circuits. At that point, the computer kept stating 'pie' and 'heh', though occasionally we'd see smiley faces suddenly appear. We believe the Revan entity is responsible for this.
***Update: we have encountered the Revan entity . . .

[aTOMiC]

Captain, it's not a moon. It seems to be a space station. Detailed scan shows the sphere to be a hollow body 120 kilometres in diameter. The outer hull is composed of a type of metal unknown to us, but its density makes it virtually impenetrable. The sphere is perfect---except for a large circular indentation in its northern face. Reading massive energies inside...evidence of a main reactor core. Also reading a large population within the sphere...but its hull is blocking the effectiveness of our sensors. I can't tell what type of lifeform is onboard this vessel. Captain, if this is a Borg ship, it's on a scale I've never seen before. Its physical appearance is uncharacteristic of Borg design...too smooth.

Sir, long-range scanners have detected a planetary system...course projection indicates the station is headed directly for one of the moons of the system: ETA 1 hour 03 minutes.

If this is a Borg vessel, it could be on its way to assimilate the system, starting with that moon. Perhaps the Revan entity brought us here to witness that process for some reason. Or to prevent it? Just a conjecture, sir. We may know more about the situation once we reach the moon--if that is our way, Captain.

This is a sticky situation, Mak. I need more information. I don’t like the look of that indentation. It may be a huge communication array but I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that it’s a weapon of some kind. From what I gather of the available data, I assume the sphere is most likely traveling at its top velocity. At maximum warp we should be able to investigate the sphere’s intended destination, evaluate the situation and have sufficient time to arrive at an effective plan of action. Thankfully it appears that our technology is far advanced to that of the makers of the sphere, however I don’t know if even the Federation’s new flagship can combat such an imposing force without assistance.

Mak, set a course for the planetary moon. Maximum warp. Upon arrival, standard orbit and give me a full scan as quickly as possible. In the mean time I will try to get you some help.

[matrixman]

Upon reaching the moon, the USS Adamant begins a thorough scan of the surface: a lush, tropical environment teeming with life. Set among the jungles are immense temple-like stone structures.

Captain, I'm reading activity in one of the temple structures. There's definitely technology down there, though I can't say if it's any more advanced than ours. Do you wish to hail whoever is down there? Or shall we beam down an Away team to investigate--if we have any available hands?

Officer Mak grows concerned that the Adamant could be drawn into a major conflict while the ship's crew is not yet 100% battle ready. Still, he's glad to be serving on the first ever Leviathan-class starship--a ship built to withstand the Borg, among other things. He knows that even a 50% crippled Adamant would still possess more firepower than any previous Galaxy-class cruiser like the Enterprise, or the doomed Nietszche--the last ship to encounter the whims of the Revan entity. Mak also knows that Captain Cummins is an individual to be reckoned with: Starfleet surely would not have assigned any mere paper-pusher to command the mightiest ship in the Federation. Apprehensive but ready for action, Mak awaits his orders...

[dANdeLION]

Ship's Counselor Troy, bothered by sudden headaches and a scratchy throat, decides to go to the bridge to complain about her sudden uneasiness directly to the captain. Upon entering the bridge, she suddenly glances upon Officer Mak, her ex- (and future) lover. Batting her supple eyelashes at Mak, Troy begins to speak....

Captain, I feel something very strong eminating from the moon below. I cannot describe it; it's kind of like an energy binding all the inhabitants of the moon together, but it's definitely stronger in one or two of them....one in particular. The energy feels....good, like life itself, but stronger; more focussed. But on the spherical ship, I sense the same force, but that force is completely negative; like death embodied. Again, there is one on the ship who has a very palpable, focussed aura about him. I believe that he can somehow channel this force, and does so often to bring about suffering and death, though I can sense that this was not always so. The Master on the moon, however, does not seem so powerful, and he is filled with conflict; though I believe he will continue to follow the good in him, and not give in to evil like the other Master did. Picture this force as having a Yin and a Yang; and each of these two men are Masters of one polar extreme. Anyway, sorry I can't get specific, but, as you well know, I'm only half-psychic, on my mother's side. Mak, you look wonderful today; your uniform is quite clean, and tight. Would you like to have dinner with me?

[aTOMiC]

Thank you for that report, Troy. I can use all the information I can get. (Captain Cummins thinks to himself that he’s not threatened by Troy’s confused sexuality. Thanks to our superior 24th century sensibilities transsexuals are no longer shunned or ridiculed.) I must decline your offer for dinner however. We are in the midst of a rather daunting crisis. You understand.

Mak, we need to get a better handle on the situation. I know we’re short handed but we need to send an away team down to the temple and get reliable intelligence. Take Troy with you. Find out all that you can. Report back immediately once you feel you’ve made contact. We’re on a tightrope here and every second counts. We’re sitting on the most powerful star ship ever conceived. I’m confident we can handle whatever comes our way but I’m not going to start shooting until I know what the hell is going on. Revan can push all he wants but I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow him to manipulate my ship and my crew. I’m counting on you both.
Good luck.

Thought I'd pop out the Adamant using my old Starship creator program.

[Loredoctor]

Science Officer Wickham entering the office of Captain dAN de Lion.

"Captain, if I may speak with you for a moment."
Captain dAN offers Wickham a chair with a wave of his hand, and nods for him to continue.
"Thankyou sir. I finished analysing the debris of the USS Nietzsche. The results are . . . . disturbing. There is a complete absence of any organic material; less than what would be expected when a ship is exposed to hard vaucuum. In my opinion, I'd say either the crew were not on it when they encountered the Revan entity or they were taken by the being.
"I know this may sound hard to accept, but it may be that this being has the capacity to take the crew before it destroys the ship. Remember what happened to the Danlozoid vessel? I believe the same thing happened; crew taken away. Now we know the Danlozoids are a war-like race, and have called a jihad against the Revan entity, yet they would be the last people to teleport off their ship or go willingly. No, I think they were stolen.
"Captain, what do you think?"

[matrixman]

"(Cough, cough) Testing 1-2...This is First Officer Mak and Counsellor Troy reporting from the surface. We have established contact with the people down here: yes, Captain--tricorder confirms they are human. Their leader, General Dodona of the Alliance, says they are exiles of a once peaceful republic who are fighting a guerilla war against a corrupt dictatorship--represented by the giant space station that is headed this way. They call it the "Death Star." How quaint. Er, ahem...Counsellor Troy does not sense any falsehood from him, Captain. His people are quite determined to fight, and in fact are at this moment preparing to launch a pre-emptive strike against the Dead Star--er--Death Star before it destroys them first. Sir, you were right about that odd indentation: it is in fact a focusing array for the station's primary weapon. Multiple lasers are combined into a single, focused superlaser that has the force to annihilate an entire planet. Or a capital ship. In other words, the Adamant could also be in severe danger. Our shields are strong, but I wouldn't want to be in the line of fire of that laser. However, Gen. Dodona says he knows the station's weakness, and they are going to attack it. They have a rag-tag fleet of fighter craft here: not particularly advanced, but intriguing designs...er, um, the General is very impressed by our "alien" technology and would appreciate all possible aid, as long as it doesn't interfere with the Alliance's assault plan. Perhaps the Adamant could provide cover fire for his attack squadron or act as a decoy?

We have also met with a Princess Leia, whom the General defers to. Counsellor Troy seems...in awe of Her Highness's hairdo and is seriously thinking about trying it herself once she gets back to the Adamant. I am...distraught. (Cough) Deanna also strongly senses the odd "energy" here that she mentioned before. I think she rather likes it. It's especially strong in one individual here. When she mentioned it to Princess Leia, Her Highness suggested that perhaps it is Luke Slytalker--ah, Skywalker--who is strong with the Forks...no, wait, sorry...I mean Force. Mr. Skywalker is one of the pilots on this attack mission. I know nothing of this "Force", and my tricorder doesn't pick it up, but Deanna feels it...oh she feels it all right...she's been smiling ever since we've been down here. So, we have a David vs. Goliath conflict on our hands, a weird "force" floating around, and a Starfleet officer suffering hair envy. Er...that's the situation, Captain. First Officer Mak out...hey! Deanna, why are you storming off? Wait up!"

[dANdeLION]

Thank you for that report, Troy. I can use all the information I can get. (Captain Cummins thinks to himself that he’s not threatened by Troy’s confused sexuality. Thanks to our superior 24th century sensibilities transsexuals are no longer shunned or ridiculed.) I must decline your offer for dinner however. We are in the midst of a rather daunting crisis. You understand.

Captain, I understand our situation better than you think. I was NOT inviting you to dinner; I was inviting Mak. No offense, Captain; but I don't date your type.....humans are, well, disgusting. No offense. Now, leave me alone; I have some very important sensing to do.......

Counsellor Troy then leaves the bridge in a huff, much to the relief on the rest of the crew.

[aTOMiC]

Good work, Commander. That weapon sounds pretty devastating but it probably isn’t too agile. The Adamant shouldn’t have any trouble staying out of the line of fire. These people have probably never seen the likes of our transporters, phasers or quantum photon torpedoes. I’ll just bet that if we choose to do some damage to the…Death Star?...we ought to be pretty effective. I’ve been running long range scans of the station and the patrolling ships buzzing around it. Their weapons outside of the “super laser” can’t so much as penetrate our navigational shields. Turkey shoot or not I have a bad feeling about this whole situation but I’ve made my decision. Inform General Dodona that we will do everything possible to help defend their base. I know this looks pretty bad from a Prime Directive stand point but I’ll be hanged before I let that…Death Star?…wipe out an entire planet when we have a real chance to stop them. You and Troy beam up immediately. Cummins out.

[dlbpharmd]

Be extra careful - the super "laser" was created by the great scientist Dr. Parsons - you may know it better as the Alan Parsons Project.

("Mini-me - stop humping the laser!")

[dANdeLION]

Excerpts from the personal log of Captain Daniel DeLieon of the USS Conquest, Stardates 5.17.43 through 6.1.43, as recorded in the Official Records of the Federation Capitol Library in Th'kal.



This is Captain Daniel DeLieon of the USS Conquest, Stardate 5.17.43......Science Officer Wickham has just informed me of some disturbing news. It seems that once again we find ourselves encountering the Mysterious pie-shaped Revan Entity, who has once again destroyed a Starship, this time the USS Nietzsche. Also, we have recovered a Danlozoid Battle Cruiser, which we have ascertained is the Danlo-60, which had been reported missing several months ago. Unfortunately, we have yet to find a single Danloid crewman, so we are still in the dark as to what has happened, though Wickham has a few theories, undoubtably based on tricorder readings from the Danlo-60 itself..........


This is Captain Daniel DeLieon of the USS Conquest, Stardate 5.22.43......We are reading several humanoid lifeforms on Git-5, a previously uninhabited moon in the Revanon system. Long range scanners suggest a 97% probability that these are the scantily clad female officers of the Danlo-60. I have personally gathered an away-team to rescue the Danloid women, But first I will beam down to the surface of Git-5, partially to assure the safety of the Security Officers of my crew (for some reason I am never injured, and the red-shirts always get killed....), and partially because I have been asked by Doctor Wang to test a new Universal Contraceptive that he has been working on ever since the Vulcan female First Officer V'Voom transferred to the Conquest......


This is Captain Daniel DeLieon of the USS Conquest, Stardate 5.27.43......I have just returned from Git-5. The moon is safe for the Security Officers, but there are 37 Danloid women who will never be satisfied with those low-ranking cowards again. The Universal Contraceptive proved a success. I am a little tired, so I asked First Officer V'Voom to give me an hour before I personally debrief her. Fortunately, I still have some Universal Contraceptive left, so the debriefing should go smoothly.........


This is Captain Daniel DeLieon of the USS Conquest, Stardate 6.1.43......We have successfully transported the Danloid women officers aboard Conquest, though we had to leave several Security Officers on Gil-5, and have had to abandon searching for the male Danloids in order to boldly go where no real man has gone before. According to the female Danloids, the males were a small loss. The Universal Contraceptive is still working fine; in fact, Doctor Wang has submitted a recommendation that I get a commendation for my work in field testing it on over 3,000 different races. I do not desire recognition, for my work here has indeed been a labor of love, and the results will see many different races joining together in peace, which has always been the goal of all Starfleet personnel. Speaking of which, I have successfully negotiated a treaty with the Danloids, and Conquest is now speeding to the Danloid homeworld at one quarter impulse, in order to sign all the neccessary documentation. Until we arrive at Danloidus-1, though, I will be quite busy entertaining our guests, and debriefing V'Voom, as much as I can. Captain out.

[dlbpharmd]

Chief Medical Officer's Log, USS Conquest: After many hours we successfully rescued Captain DeLieon from the holosuite. Apparently the Captain had gone to the holosuite for a few hours of recreation and relaxation, but instead of participating in his favorite past time (a rendition of HMS Pinafore) he was caught in a very realistic sado-masochistic nightmare, in which be experienced delusions of sexual grandeur. The safety protocols were turned off, and he was exposed to a rare form of venereal disease (apparently the computer retrieved the DNA coding for the pathogen and infected each hologram the Captain came into contact with.) He is currently in SickBay under quarantine. He is quite violent and insisting that he be allowed to return to the holosuite. He has a weeping rash.

Diagnoses: Holosuite addiction (Barclay's Syndrome)
Bolian Syphylis

Prognosis: Guarded

[Loredoctor]

***crew of the USS Nietzsche. Location: Unknown Star Date: 5. 20. 43. Captain Ur-Vile's report follows:

We have been transported - by the Revan entity's power - to some swamp-like world. I have no idea what has happened to my ship, the Nietzsche, but all my crew are here. Due to ingenuity of my science and engineering crew we have made a base for ourselves from the swamp trees, mud and boulders. No we have access to heating, food replicators and a holo-suite.
One of my tech officers, Jeffrey Hoda, has gone missing. Instead of sending an away team to look for him, I went off instead; eager to explore this humid, swamp planet.
Some hours had passed before I met one of the natives. A short green alien with large ears and tufts of grey hair on his head. I told him I was looking for Hoda. He said, 'Oh, you seek Yoda.' I replied no, I was seeking 'Hoda'. He then replied, 'I will take you to Yoda.' Gritting my teeth in frustration I followed the alien. AND he stole my tricorder!
We eventually arrived to his small hut - possibly made from the base of a tree. He served me a foul-smelling and tasting soup. I again asked if he had seen Hoda and he told me he was Yoda. I said I wanted Hoda, and he replied that I had obviously come to train with him to become a Jedi. I became so frustrated I yelled at him. At that point he pointed out that anger only serves the dark side.
We returned to my new base.

[matrixman]

A groggy, disoriented Officer Mak wakes up to the sound of battle sirens. He remembers being beamed back to the ship. That’s when everything blanked out.

“Mak? You’re in sickbay. Glad we got you back in one piece. We thought we had lost you in transition. There was a silly malfunction in the transporter while we were beaming you up. One of our crew was illicitly tapping into the ship’s circuits in an attempt to reconnect to some kind of subspace discussion forum back home. The crewmember, Lt. Stephens, turned out to be a follower of the teachings of Donaldson—he’s that strange immortal being we encountered in Gamma Quadrant years before, if I recall. I could be wrong. Anyway, when the transporter was activated, it caused Mr. Stephens’s connection to fail, which in turn caused the ship’s systems to spontaneously reboot, which caused the transporter hiccup. It took us a heck of a time to find the instruction manual and the duct tape so we could do repairs. You were caught in the transport matrix for a good half hour. When we got you back, you were inexplicably dressed in black and wearing shades. You were delirious. You kept mumbling something about “Zion”—but that’s not important right now. Listen, you should get on the bridge as soon as you’re able to. That space station everyone keeps talking about has entered orbit, those people on the moon have just launched their attack, and we’re smack in the middle of it! Dammit, Tom’s crazy…”

With the help of the good doctor, Mak shakes off most of his mental fogginess and makes his way to the bridge. But he can’t shake off the impression that more than a half hour had passed; it felt more like an entire week.

[Loredoctor]

LOL! hilarious post, MM!

[matrixman]

Not as hilarious as the little green alien with the hearing problem.

[aTOMiC]

"...Computer. This is Captain Thomas A. Cummins of the U.S.S. Adamant. Zero, zero, zero, destruct........zero. All hands abandon ship. This is no drill. Repeat. This is no drill."

[matrixman]

BOOM!