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Peagasus Revisited -- NEW STORY/MISSION

• Proposed story line started OCT 2008 by CAPT Greg Preast
• Please completed the form at http://maquis-sim.treksimms.org if you want to join in... not so much as to gain permission but so that we can contact you to obtain further information and to discuss character development.

• Story is also happening on the RP Sim mailing list, but posted here for everyone to see what is happening...
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Prelude 1

CAPT Preast and CDR Shultz were recovering in the CO's cabin at LP Linwood following their most recent starfleet adventure.

"You know, Boss, we need a ship. We'd be so much more fleixible."

"Well, lemme do some studyin'," replied the Captain with a twinkle in his eye, and a mischievous grin. "You go on to the wardroom/briefing chamber, whatever you wanna call it."

Shultz had been around long enough to know that look meant the Skipper already had something in mind, but he would not let on to the other two officers as he entered the wardroom..

Eventually the skipper entered the wardroom, "ATTENTION ON..." began LCDR Ellison.

With a wave of his hand and a "whatever" kind of look, the Captain squashed that. "Look guys, it's just us. 'Til we get a full crew, 's'okay. Y'all ch-i-i-i-ll."

"Alright here's the game plan...XO, beer." Three puzzled faces looked back at him. "Round for all." With that the scheming started. "AYYYYYY!"

"Who here has heard of the USS PEGASUS?" asked CAPT Preast. Rob raised an eyebrow, as he and CAPT Preast had already discussed the situation. The other two officers simply shrugged.

"Some accident, lotta legal mumbo jumbo for Starfleet, landed Riker in the brig for a bit. Well, the deal is they were testing a interphase cloaking device, unbeknownst to most of the world. Something went wrong, and the ship was feared lost. The ENTERPRISE and Romulans found her phased into an asteroid into the Devolin system, Asteroid Gamma 601 to be exact. Riker and Pressman went in, retrieved the technology, and Starfleet assumed that was the end. I want that hulk. We can take her to the Badlands, and refurbish, refit..."

"Rebuild her!" exclaimed Shultz. The look on the Captain's face drew a quick apology for the interruption.

"Sometimes it's scary how well you know me." grinned the Skipper. "Now, to get her out, we need another interphase cloaking device, and I think I know where we can get one."

To Be Continued. -- Greg Preast

Prelude 2

"No, I am not going back into Starfleet," said the man, perhaps a bit to loudly even for Quark's.

The two federation officers in "science blue" flinched back at the vehemence in his voice. "Look, Chris, you are good at what you do," the tall one said, two solid pips on his collar. "You maybe the best alien relations officer to come out of the Academy since the program started."

Chris Huff, former xenopolitical relations officer of the USS Orion, drained the last of the iridescent blue drink and then look him in the eye with a sober, dark glare.

"Look, Lt. Smith," He said in a barely audible hiss. "We both know that 31 doesn't have any interest in my in-depth knowledge of Andorian municipal structure or the truth behind the recent "recalling for advisement" of the Tholian ambassador."

He let the folds of his blue science coat--the only remnant of his former uniform he wore--fall open to reveal a klingon Dragonstang disruptor strapped in a extra large shoulder holster. An Andorian ice blade was in a thigh sheath. His clothing was a hodgepodge as well. Breen leathers and a Tholian silk shirt under a security vest from the 23rd century. A closer look might have revealed that the lab coat had been tailored with an black, metallic lining that was not standard issue for science officers.

"Do they Lt. Junior Grade Jones," He looked at the other, shorter officer. "They are more interested in the skills I learned during the assignments and training that we can't talk about here."

Smith and Jones tried to cover up their frustration.

Smith started, "We don't know what you are talking about."

Jones continue, "Yes, we are here from the office of Retention and Recruiting to offer you a new assignment. We understand that you didn't get along with Capt. Riker during your time on the Orion and..."

Huff sneered. "Riker was right. We shouldn't be using assassination for political gain." He tried to get the last drop of Romulan ale from the bottle, but it dripped onto his unkempt beard. He wiped the drop away with a dirty hand.

Jones looked around, "Please, Lieutenant, keep your voice down. Nobody was trying to assassinate anyone."

"Tell that to the Nausicans."

Smith places a calming hand on the shoulder of his partner. "We realize that being used by a rogue intelligence officer who had no official authority to order you on that assignment could...disillusion you. However..."

"'No official authority'," It is terms like that that make me regret ever agreeing to be a NOC." Huff stood up, his large frame framed by the blue coat. He turned to walk away. Jones grabbed at him.

"You just can't.." A century old Type-1 handphaser was suddenly in Jones's face. They hadn't seen that on him, but the small device was about half the size of medical scanner, and while underpowered when compared to modern phasers, it was more than enough to wipe the man from existence. Jones stepped back and put his hands up. Smith's hand was on the hilt of his more modern Type 2.

"I wouldn't think about it," Huff told Smith swing his arm to point the phaser at him. "Odo made quark install weapon suppression fields. "Modern weapons won't fire."

Smith smiled, "Then you are bluffing, cause that old type 1 won't work either."

"No, it is working just find...as a distraction," Huff said, gesturing down to the to the crystal blade of the Andorian knife pressed against Jones' groin.

Smith glared. "You can't stay in here forever, and you can't hold us knife-point all night."

"Of course not," Huff grinned, putting the knife away with a flourish. The phaser vanished as well. "I am leaving now. And I suggest you, and your back ups over there at the Dabbo wheel, don't try and follow me."

Huff left a strip of lathium on the table and turned to walk out of Quarks. He was going to need a fast ship out of here before the night was through.

--Tag Anyone.

OOC: This is not deja vu. I reposted this from one of the failed reboot attempts from earlier in the year, but I liked it, and the character premise. It may not be an exact fit for this starting story arc, but sometimes beggars can't be choosers when it comes to science officers, especial those that might have had access to classified information relative to their current objectives. So, if anyone wants to come save me, or help me steal a ship...or recruit me...

Lt. Cmd. Christopher A. Huff

Huff part 2

::Per Logan:: ::NOTE: Huffs followup response added in green text::

Huff left the Promanade and headed for Brown Sector. Every space station that has civilians on it and passing through has a "Brown Sector". It was some kind of in joke from way back in Earth's entertainment history. Now it was simply part of the slang. It was the area where those with no place to go and no money to leave gathered and eaked out a survival. It was also where the grey and black markets were, at least those not controlled by Quark. Huff knew he could book passage there to get off the station unnoticed. He at least was not lacking funds, even if he didn't keep them readily visible.

Stepping off the turbo lift, he headed towards his goal, but as he turned a corner someone blocked his way.

"Christopher Huff" It was not a question. The black furred Caitian stood about 6 foot tall and was dressed in leather, from the boots to the pants to the sleeveless vest. There was even a leather band wrapping his long hair into a ponytail. Chris had never known a Caitian who let his head fur grow long enough to be styled like normal hair. "I have a proposition for you."

"Obviously you guys in the 'Office of Retention and Recruiting' aren't very good with the hearing. Or piss poor communicators. I told Smith and Jones 'no' and 'no' the answer remains. Now get out of my way or die."

The man's only answer was to pull out a knife and assume a fighting stance. Huff noticed that it was a Daqtagh, and the stance was a Klingon one. Huff purposefully bypassed all his ranged weapons, pulling the Andorian blade. While he didn't expect this from a Caitian, he figured he wasn't the only one to learn Klingon fighting techniques.

::Huff:: There was a buzzing in Huff ears, and it was getting more persistent. Damn, they are getting closer, he swore internally. The subspace tracer dust (a nanite cloud of transmitters) he tagged Smith and Jones (and their Dabbo back-ups) responded to movement and proximaty to the in-ocular communicator . They were moving quickly toward him, if the increasingly annoying buzz was any sign, which it was. However, this cat wasn't setting off any alarms...well, other than being a big scary Caitlan with a sharp, pointy thing aimed at him.

The Caitian didn't move. Huff didn't move. For several minutes, the stalemate persisted.

::Huff:: The buzz was louder. Too loud. They must be right above them...or coming down the turbolift. So, either this guy was clean or hadn't met up with his '31' buddies to get "contaminated" with his dust. But one tango with a knife was better than five with who knows what. Time to play a different game.

Finally Huff said, "You're not Starfleet or 31 are you?"

"No, I'm not. Are you going to try to kill me or not? While I wouldn't mind the combat practice, I really think CAPT Preast would rather have you in one piece."

"Who are you?" Huff sheathed the knife and stood up straight. If the man hadn't attacked by now, odds were he would keep to Klingon Honor and not attack when he was (visibly) unarmed.

"Vice Admiral Logan Andrews, Maquis. Like I said, I'm here to offer you a job."

::Huff:: "A Maquis admiral?" Huff said. "I didn't know they had those." The buzz was terribly loud now. "Does that mean you got a fleet near by? Or at least a ship?"

The turbolift opened revealing a crowd of people, including Smith and Jones and the three Dabbo players. The other three looked like they were booted out of the StarFleet Marines for being too mean.

"Or perhaps...some Orion Space Pirates tucked away somewhere..."

Tag ::OOC:: Logan, don't kill them all, leave some for me....particularly Smith and Jones.

TAG -- until...

Meamwhile aboard Serendipity

To most observers, the ship was the standard Ju'day class freighter, one of thousands plying the trade routes to, from, and amoung the fringes of the Federations territory. On the outside she was not much to look at, typical in that she carried numerous odd and usually unidentifiable external modifications and upgrades. Nothing to betray the fact that she was really a Maquis Raider, MFS Serendipity.

On-board the Serendipity, Chief Engineer and acting Captain Ten-of-Nine looked over the engineering readouts once again. To most engineers all was well, but Ten was more demanding than most. He craved perfection plus ten percent. The ships engines were already running at nearly warp 8, well above the rated nominal warp 6 plus. Most of that accumen on Tens part was due to his history as a Reformed Borg. Other slang terms included "Born-Again Borg" and "Emancipated Borg". Regardless, his knowlege and skills retained from his time as a former member of the Collective were simply enviable and amazing amoung his peers and friends.

Since the Dominion/Cardassian War had nearly wiped out the Maquis, the Maquis had achieved a remarkable resurgence post war. On the borders and frontiers of Federation space, the Maquis had nearly as much respect from the various species and inhabitants as the Federation. The growth and strength of the Maquis had gotten to the point where special units and commands were now possible. Such was unthinkable before the war.

This mission was a differant twist on the normal. This was explained to be a difficult and possibly impossible salvage mission of a former Starfleet top of the line starship. Ten liked those odds. The impossible was a challenge. This was also the first mission using Serendipity as a Maquis Corps of Engineers (MCE) reserve vessel. Many of the crew onboard already were hand-picked as the best in their fields. Several others were either being picked up enroute or meeting the ship at a Maquis Listening Post, LP Linwood, in just over six days hence.

Activating the comms :::Engineer to Bridge::: "Harker, how are we doing? I believe we should be at our stop at DS9 fairly soon. Any problems?" Lieutenant Elizabeth Harker was the Security Officer on Serendipity but pulling bridge duty at the moment. Most raider crew were used to wearing multiple hats. Harker was one of the best security officers Ten had worked with in quite a while.

TAG... more to come -- VADM Steve

The Distress Beacon

• An older story that was started and died off some while back
• Pretty much in stasis at the moment...
• Anyone is welcome to jump in and contibute to this as well

It was a dark and stormy night on this side of the seemingly primative Class-M planet. The crew was on their way to a "Recreation" Planet, when Long Range Sensors picked up a Distress Beacon coming from the Second planet in this system. They weren't sure why initial sensor sweeps couldn't scan the planet's surface, when they had no problem picking up the beacon from the edge of the System. In order to investigate, the Away Team had to take a shuttle to the planet's surface.

To be continued...