Fan Fiction/Memorial Day Defensive 2013

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In Memorium to the Military Soldiers and Civilian Police, Fire and Rescue workers who give their lives to protect us every day, we dedicate this first of the Memorial Day Defensive events to their spirits and courage. May their example inspire us all, and may we be greeted by them warmly when it is our time to also journey into the Undiscovered Country.


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We need: Ship/Cell/Unit Name, Member Name, Member Rank, Member Number, and any notes on the type or amount of participation. This is the Honor System, but we will verify claims as needed. Please only list those who participate in whatever way.






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Setting the Stage

  • Stardate 58402.26, Sat May 25 2383 14:10:00 (Central Standard Time)

The incoming message shows a group of formal looking flag officers of the Maquis, primary amongst them is an Andorian of no noteworthy distinction aside from his crisp, ice-blue eyes that show only the coldness of which his planet of origin is known. The maroon trimmed collar and sleeves signifying that he works with the Special Security Directorate. Keeping a hand over the mic for a moment, as he speaks with General Terantin, the VIC and IC, and a dour looking Klingon. His antennae shift forward and back a couple of times, he nods his head and then straightens up to the podium to speak in a deep, resonant tone.

"Good afternoon, for those who do not know me, I am Brigadier General Bre Triellis. I will be brief before our illustrious IC speaks. At precisely 13:42 today, Miramak Outpost - a Colony of Zone 4 just on the Maquis side of Breen space - was attacked and destroyed. As far as we know, there were no survivors. At this time, SSD agents, in conjunction with Naval and Marine branches, are en-route to defend against further incursion, and to investigate and assess the situation. We will not rest until answers have been brought to light, so that the souls of those we know and loved did not die senselessly. And now, Force Admiral T'pek."

As the Andorian steps aside, he can be seen speaking with some of the other staff quietly just after an aide has passed a padd to him that he scans. The IC takes the stand. A tall Vulcan woman with ears only slightly shorter then normal walks calmly to the podium in a simple black uniform with insignia identifying her rank and position.

As she speaks, her even but melodious voice fills the hall, “We mourn our lost and even as we give them due honor, we know we can not sufficiently pay homage to the great spirit that led them to become colonists of a new world. It is with their loss we are all diminished.”

She pauses before continuing. “We will remember however, and in remembering, do what we can to honor what they stood for. We do not know who is responsible but we will find out.” The last four words come with a thread of steel, an absolute sense of confidence despite the half-Vulcan's best efforts at control. At 68, she is still young by Vulcan standards, and so control might be a bit challenging.

After a brief moment, she continues, “Your orders are being sent to your commands as we speak. I know you will protect, you will investigate and you will run to ground those responsible.”

She looks around, catching the eyes of the Commanding Officers and other Flag personnel. “Our thoughts go with you.”

Raising her right hand in a familiar salute, her fingers form the 'V' shape. “It is my sincere wish that you all live long and prosper.”

With that the room comes to attention as she steps away from the podium.


Breen Ships Intel Report #1

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Briefing and Outfitting - Operation: Obscure View

Vessels involved in Operation: Obscure View are to travel to M.S.S. Io immediately for resupply and distribution of investigative and search & rescue teams.

MFS Exploration

Answering the automated distress beacon of Miramak Colony, FCAPT Laury brings the constitution class vessel into orbit, scanning the surface. With the realization that the colony has been obliterated, he widens the range of scans, noting the presence of Breen troops as well as two of their ships attempting to hide their presence by keeping their orbit opposite that of the Exploration. With this knowledge, he sends an encrypted transmission back to HQ. Official channels are quick to reply.

With instructions to his crew to keep all communications SSD Alpha-Omega coded. Orders acknowledged, the Exploration monitors the communication relays, the Terran cloaking device in operation while searching the area for any other Breen ships. Not finding evidence of any more enemy craft in the immediate vicinity, First Officer CMDR Martaya strives to translate intercepted Breen communications. The Terran Empire computer system library possessing a bit more information than that of this mirror universe's Federation archives.


MFS Aurora

As the briefing ends, BDR Triellis looks over the PADD he was given by his aide, scanning it only a moment before leaning in towards the fellow staff members assembled with him. "We have discovered from the first to report at the scene, it is the Breen that attacked Miramak. Commandos are still on the surface, and have already established a base. Two ships are positively identified as Breen, but for the numbers of Commandos on the surface, there must be more ships currently on the move through the zone."
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Meanwhile, the MFS Aurora's exec, CMDR Rhym gazes intently at the view screen, seated in the captain's chair while her ears flick from the vocalizations emanating from the stations around her.

"Security details positioned and ready, phasers charged and ready, quantum torpedoes loaded." the deep tenor of a Klingon at that station announces, as another hisses sibilant over the comms, "Engineering ready for warp at your command, Ma'am!"

Another voice chimes over the comm, "Dr. Wyz reporting medical and triage stations and teams ready and waiting." while the Betazoid at the science station looks over to the XO with confidence clearly showing in her eyes.

Eyes narrowed slightly, the Caitian First Officer runs the pads of her hands over the smooth arms of the captain's chair, leans forward with emphasis and silkily drawls, "Ensign Cali, plot course for Miramak and take us to warp. We will rendezvous with the Duwamish Shuttle, en route, to pick up our captain." Silently, she prays that she doesn't have to go into battle with this newly designed, yet-untested ship without BDR Triellis in the center seat, her tail giving a slight twisting curl around her left ankle being the only sign of her unease.


MFS Compliance entry #1

Aboard MFS Compliance the Flag Bridge lights are dimmed to only a green tinted blue. A small group of Technicians, Analysts, and Tacticians are busy drafting last minute order modifications to deployment orders for Compliance Task Force units. Standing before a 3D tactical plotter, Admiral Ten of Nine looks up from scanning the multiple data-streams, "Connect me to CAPT Sandeen."

"Yes Admiral?" a familiar voice acknowledges. "Terry, I need you to take Serendipity out to Mirramak on a MCE mission. You'll need SEALS section 3-1 for support and some MCE techs. You are tasked with ############-REDACTED-#################. It will all be in your orders. I try to send you some recon support as well. Questions?" "No Sir, Admiral. I already have most of what you asked ready to go already." "Never doubted it, Check Six. We still don't know what we are up against. Out"

Send the designated orders to VP-16. I want them to support Serendipity. Eureka Maru will position herself to search the region for signs of our enemy. The remainder of the squadron will rendezvous with MFS Scavenger and standby to support Serendipity as needed.

Eureka Maru report #1

<<encoded tight burst transmission from vicinity of Miramak>>

Relayed by Raider/Trapper experimental Long Range Surveilance ship LF-9 "Eureka Maru".

There is a small fleet of Breen ships just outside the Miramak system, about 20 ships. On the planet's surface, under cloak, a base has been established for the Breen Commandos who are there. 20 Breen ships can be quite formidable. Proceed with utmost caution. Eureka Maru out.

<<end transmission>>

Eureka Maru report #2

(about 3 days later) "Eureka Maru.... Calling Little Dipper..." <<via tight beam broadcast using a string of remotely placed comm/sensor buoys>>

"Dipper here... send."

A compressed, layered data squirt spat and became silent. The Commander of LF-9 looked around the operations room at his crew after verifying the message was sent and acknowledged. "Good job, now back to work. Sensors, did anything stir out there as if they woke up?" "Negative CAP. Still asleep at the wheel." "OK, back to the grind and keep eyes and ears open."

MFS Serendipity MCE entry #1

Aboard Serendipity a final briefing was in progress. CAPT Sandeen was speaking, "Alright, between what we initially learned when we were ordered out, LCOL Preast, Eureka Maru, and Admiral 10of9's orders we now have a plan. Beneath the ruins of Miramak is a hidden MRL listening post. Command believes that at least part of the facility has caved in. We now have a rough map of the enemy placements and identified an approach to a concealed entry. Our task is to gain access, search for survivors, and recover data logs along with whatever computers we can pick up. Then we are to beat feet off planet with our loot and report back to home. Our SEALS section will assist with security and technical skills. Our MCE engineers will assist with entry and location of our mission targets. In and Out. Questions? <<pause>> No. Then lets get moving.... "


MFS Determined

What started off as a routine day in port quickly escalated with one announcement from the communications officer, LCOL Preast. "Skipper, incoming message from HQ. Audio only. I was directed to transfer it direct to your ready room."

"Let HQ know I am on my way, Comms." Colonel Preast manages over his shoulder as he leaves the bridge.

Arriving in his ready room, Colonel Preast receives the message. "Colonel Preast, the situation is very grave. For reasons unknown, the Breen have attacked and decimated our colony at Miramak, along with certain, ah, other assets with which you familiar due to some of your past affiliations. Two Breen ships have been confirmed in the area. No doubt they are waiting to see what our response will be. There are also Breen patrols on the ground. Sensors are detecting very few survivors with faint life signs. We need you and your team to get there. Now! HQ out."

The Colonel takes a deep breath, strides back to the bridge and speaks, "Attention on the bridge, we are getting underway post-haste. Get us on a heading to Miramak. I will give you further details once we are en route and well away from pier facilities. Stop within transporter range and weapons range of Miramak. If we are detected and anyone asks why we are stopped, we are having 'engine problems' and will get underway again as soon as possible. I may get, uh, called away. In that case, COL Bayonet, you will have the conn. I have to get ready." With that, he is off again.

The bridge crew shrug and look at each other. "A man of few words indeed," says COL Bayonet. "Helm, take us out."

"But sir, we are supposed to be waiting for the arrival of our new Security Chief, Mr. Waynie."

"Helm, I am well aware of the plan for the day. However, the Colonel said we go, so we go."

In his ready room, Colonel Preast does what he has done so many times before. Dressed in all black from head to toe, face painted black, with a black head rag tied on, he puts his V-42 knife in place on his vest. It was considered a relic, but he prefers it and has always loved its history; the Devil's Brigade in Earth's Second World War had carried the same blade. For the last step, the Skipper grabs his M2-43 rifle. "Marine, SEALS, Sniper and EOD. Some folks would say I'm gettin' too old for this...but I like it!"

Determined pulls away from port, making her way towards Miramak. But, just as Determined is making her way from HQ, a broadcast breaks through the professional silence. "Determined, this is HQ. All stop. I say again, all stop!"

Thanks to quick reaction by Mr. Bayonet, Determined is again at rest. "Your new Chief of Security, LtCol Hanie is arriving via runabout. The MFS Robert Speirs should be hailing you..."

"...as we speak," Mr. Preast (Comms) finishes the sentence. "Mr. Bayonet, the runabout has already arrived, deposited Mr. Wanie and departed."

"Thank you, Comms."

About this time, the Skipper arrives back on the bridge, looking more like a shadow than a person. "I have the conn. Doc, Comms, thanks for covering for me. I understand we have a new arrival."

"Yes, sir. Security Chief just arrived onboard. Mr Wanie."

Timing on the Determined being impeccable as usual, the turbolift doors open onto the bridge, and a new face appears. "Mr. Wanie, I presume? Welcome to the Determined," the Skipper growls as he usually does when in "blackout" mode. "I understand you have some...information and a project from your time with Starfleet. Looking forward to hearing more about it when the time is appropriate."

"Thank you, Skipper. I believe you will find my info and project, as you call it, most beneficial."

"I am quite sure. Thanks to some 'friends' of mine, I know about your previous activities," the Skipper grins. "Once we're underway and en route, we'll have to discuss things in my Ready Room."

"Aye, sir. I can tell you are a man of action. Rarely do I see the CO of a ship in blackout. Perhaps I could join you in your hunt...uh, I mean recon?"

Comms and Doc stare wide-eyed at each other, barely able to keep their jaws from hitting the deck. No one had EVER asked the Colonel what he did in blackout mode, although there was a lot of curiosity. To ask to participate was unheard of...but then again, Mr. Wanie had an air of mystery. Maybe he knew something they didn't.

The Skipper's eyebrows go up, then come down, and he snarls through a grin. "We'll see. Probably not on the initial trip, but we can keep it on the table for later."

"Understood, sir. Permission to take my position?"

"Granted. Now, let's get this underway...underway, shall we? Helm, take us out.

"Aye, sir."

And with that, Determined is finally underway for Miramak.


MFS Liberty

General Trentin Anara stalks toward the bridge of her vessel, the MFS Liberty, as her XO prepares the ship to go to Miramak. Her normally rumpled battle uniform being the least rumpled one she had, when one went to see their Coordinator they at least made an attempt. If she'd hadn't been in the area picking up new crew she would have missed the summons. Anara knew, however, a bit of what would be discussed and didn't bother with a dress uniform as she'd just be running off to help sort out some other set of bullies who decided they could just kick the Maquis around. She takes the side arm handed to her by the OIC of her marine recon unit; she hated not being armed, but the Coordinator's Security people always get annoyed if one was armed. “Make sure representatives from the MP unit are there. We're busy, but we have to take 5 minutes and work over our orders, or we'll pay for it later in blood.” The tall, half Klingon woman nodded before peeling off to see to her own duties.


She arrives on the bridge, nods to her XO who is talking to the helm officer, and opens a ship wide channel, “This is General Trentin, Miramak has been hit hard by forces unknown. Our job will be to help make it known, and hit them so hard they will feel it three generations back. All departments rig for max efficiency, check all systems. Senior staff meeting on the Bridge...” Hell most of them are there anyway. She preferred the armory but didn't want to take the time to pull people from their duties.

The OIC of the MP unit arrives, a slightly annoyed looking Romulan woman, followed by the OIC of the marine recon unit. Her Ops Chief is working a nearby station as her XO comes up to report they are heading to the coordinates provided. “Right here's the goals and what we know...” She never went into details on a plan; well she had one, but it was more important to be familiar with their abilities and the enemies in addition to the goals. To better be flexible as needed, especially since the way those goals could be achieved might change, and - in fact - frequently do. Trentin hates getting attached to plans she'd just have to change anyway.


Vessels Assigned to Operation: Obscure View

Units Assigned to Operation: Obscure View


Prelude: It's Always Darkest...

CLASSIFIED
The Chief of Naval Operations has issued orders for all vessels/units involved in Operation: Shadow Walk to travel to M.S.S. Io immediately.


MFS Dominator

It was a joyous occasion in the mess of the Dominator, which was out on standard patrol for once. The crew was celebrating the CO's birthday, as Captain Ryan was just about to take a bite of cake, the computer interrupts. "Incoming priority transmission from MFI HQ. Coded SOC, Directive Epsilon. Yellow Alert Activated!".

"Damn, and here I was getting used to being on standard patrol" says the Captain, completely saddened that he now cannot eat his cake. "Senior officers to your stations, computer decode message to my ready room and preset course to our destination, slip stream speed"


Operation: Shadow Walk

CLASSIFIED
In every operation there are many missions carried out by Special Operators that pave the way for the main invasion force. These run everywhere from simple reconnaissance to assassination of key enemy personnel, snatch of priority targets and even infiltration of the enemy's infrastructure, as well as reconnaissance of enemy fortifications and numbers.


CLASSIFIED

Vessels Assigned to Operation: Shadow Walk


CLASSIFIED

Units Assigned to Operation: Shadow Walk


Stage One: Shadowplay


MFS Aurora

The symbols on the padd in his hand move rapidly, Breen ships crossing into Maquis Space - the Badlands - on a heading for Miramak, the trajectory of a number of MFS vessels on the same trajectory. They were bound to clash just beyond the planet's second moon. Two of the Breen ships had already engaged the MFS Exploration, showing their presence only moments before by opening fire as they rushed from higher to lower orbit to come in at the Maquis vessel all the faster. It wouldn't be long before more of Zone Four's fleet were involved in that fight, though - much sooner than the 28 other Breen ships closing in on the same location.

In a sidebar of the padd's screen, the Andorian watched numbers and symbols scroll by quickly, taking in the reported movements of troops, both Breen and Maquis - whether they be MFMC, SEALS, or SSD - meeting amongst the dunes and lush oases, pitching short battles and skirmishes, only to retreat and fade back on the surface of this recently colonized world. The Maquis ground troops were hopelessly outnumbered for the moment, but Brigadier Triellis was well versed in strategy and the ways of the enemy forces of the Maquis, and knew that this was still anyone's fight to win. He also knew that there were tactics at work that weren't standard for Breen to use, as reports continue to fly upward along the sidebar of his padd. Many of the wounded and dead of the colony were booby-trapped, rigged with explosives. He considers which of their foes have fought in this manner before, trying to narrow down who it might be by calculating what each of them had to gain or lose by being involved in this current situation.

As Shuttle Duwamish slides neatly into bay 3 of the Aurora's hangar, he feels the familiar shift against his antennae of the ship going to warp. The captain rises, exits the small craft to join the saluting Gorn security officer who greets him and speaks in a soft but resonant commanding tenor, "Mr. Seurak, it's been a while. Are the troops ready for combat?"

Walking in step with his commanding officer, the Gorn nods once, "Yes Captain, all stations ready for battle. Commander Rhym noted that she is relieved that you have made it back to the ship before we entered the fray."

Both of them smile, the Andorian's antenae giving a slight swirl of amusement while a cold fire seems to ignite deep within his icy eyes, "Then have your team prepared to disembark once we reach the rendezvous, I want our Warbirds out of this action to go with the Impetuous, and moving into Breen space to see if it's the Nausicaans, Orions or Remans that are putting us at odds with them, and why. Your orders and a briefing for the Imp's C.O. are here."

With another stiff salute, the Gorn turns to carry out the orders given, taking the padd Brigadier Triellis holds out to him and hissing a sharp, "Yes, sir!" before the lift carries his commanding officer to the bridge.

Closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath before letting it out slowly, Bre opens them again as the lift's doors open, ready to take command of the Aurora once more.


MFS Determined

Straightening his uniform, LtCol Wanie approaches his new CO. "Sir, if I could have a word with you in your ready room, in private." The officer looks briefly around the bridge at the other present officers before returning his attention to the man standing before him.

The CO looks at his new Security Cheif and notices a look of pure focus on his face. "By all means, Colonel," Preast slaps the new officer on the arm and thumbs behind him towards his ready room. The Skipper walked through the ready room door and sits on the top of his desk. The Security Officer walks methodically through the door, looking almost more like a Vulcan than a human. "Wound a little tight aren't you?" asked Col Preast, with a smile crossing his face.

"Not really sir, just cautious. There is a difference," Wanie says with a brief smile that seems to be forced.

"Of course there is. So what is on your mind Colonel?" Col Preast askes, trying to push the conversation along.

Wanie motions to the chair in front of the CO's desk. The Skipper responds with a nod. As Wanie takes his seat, he begins, "How familiar are you with my file?"

Col Preast looks at the ceiling of his ready room and focuses on a spot as he recites the report he saw on Wanie. "You were with StarFleet's Marine units until an injury about 3 years ago. At that point, you took a position with StarFleet R&D, at the Jupiter Station, working on personal equipment. Weapons, armor, that type of stuff. You excelled in that capacity and were quickly moved up the ranks to your current rank. About a year ago, you defected to the Maquis. You have served with Maquis forces in numerous engagements and have been commended unofficially a number of times for actions taken during those missions."

Wanie raises an eyebrow slightly as the Skipper looks down at the officer and gives a brief grin. "Am I close?"

"Dead on sir. I guess I underestimated you" Wanie replies with a brief nod.

"I guess that is our first lesson we learned about each other. You don't underestimate me and I won't underestimate you"," grins the Colonel, still in all black.

"Fair enough, sir." Wanie responds, now looking a little more relaxed. "Part of my work was developing a new method of deploying troops to a planet's surface without the use of transporters or shuttle craft," Wanie begins as he leans back in his chair. "The method we went with was to design a suit that would allow troops to disembark from a shuttle at the edge of a planet's atmosphere, free-fall to within a hundred feet at which point the suit's inertial dampeners and field generators activate allowing the troops to soft land."

Col Preast sits with a look of surprise on his face.

"Once the mission is complete the suit's impulse pack takes the troops back to orbit where they are recovered via shuttle or starship".

"And what is the status of these suits?" Col Preast asks.

"One prototype is in existence. And it is in my possession along with all the technical data needed to duplicate them".

Preast sits there briefly realizing that the game has just changed.


Stage Two: Grey Horizon

The Story Unfolds


Stage Three: Voices In the Darkness

The Story Unfolds


Epilogue: Struggle Toward the Light

Moving Forward


Debriefing: Summary Report to Empok Nor HQ and Coordinator Council

Memorials and Tributes Forthcoming



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