It had been hours but Eddie continued to fake progress. In truth his talents had helped him secretly obfuscate the parts of the EMH that were the command subroutines. He had managed to send a coded signal to the Exobyte but there had been nothing to indicate that the signal was received nor was there a response. The Orions were starting to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long!” A punch connected with Eddie’s jaw as he spun to the ground.

“I’m doing what I can but the main computer is locked out. You’ll be lucky if there’s anything left to access. If you think I’m taking too long,” Eddie said, standing up and defiantly, “then you do it. Every Starfleet officer here would rather die than help you.”

Barclay looked at Eddie with a bit of concern. His comments on his intentions had become clouded to the veteran. In truth, Eddie’s smirk told the Orion the worst. The thug turned to Eddie’s console and saw what he had done, and the disruptor rifle swung and knocked Eddie down again causing a cut across his cheek and giving him a black eye.

“Shoot me and you’ll never get control now.” The Orion raised the rifle and pulled the trigger, hitting Eddie in the leg. The scream was bloodcurdling, but it didn’t phase Eddie’s resolve. “Now I’m just gonna be difficult…Keep firing. A few more shots and there’ll be nothing left of me.”

The Orion fired another blast.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” a disruptor pistol was now trained at Turek’s frame. The Cardassian medic turned and presented the hypo spray.

“These two nearly drowned. I’m waking them up to check for brain damage.” The rifle didn’t lower, and the Orion stepped closer.

“You’re not doing anything.”

“But your boss…” Turek began in protest.

“…Isn’t here. You’re not helping anyone.”

Turek lowered the hypospray as he glanced around the room. Desmond lay on a bed and Solek on a third. Hreowr remained on the floor next to a few engineers and a command officer. A scowl fluttered on Turek’s face in frustration, but the Orion retrained the rifle in preparation to fire.

Summer watched the scene unfold from her vantage point laying on the bed, unmoving. When Turek glanced, she gave him as subtle a signal as she could that she was awake. Now it was only a matter of time before she could act in surprise.

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Elsewhere, A Few Hours Earlier...

High above the upper atmosphere of Galor IV, the U.S.S. Exobyte drifted closer and closer on a collision orbit. Her attitude control was shot, main power was non-existent, but at least life support was still functioning. “Ensign Blaat, this is Frost. Come in.”

“This is Blaat,” the Ferengi responded. “Go ahead.”

“Ensign, Auxiliary power should now be online. Currently I have power running to internal sensors, communications, shields and weapons. I’m about to transfer life support off emergency. It should be noted that external sensors will be in the next pass, along with navigation and engines.”

“Thank you, Ms. Frost. I recommend we keep power usage to a minimum until then to keep our attackers thinking we’re still dead in the water. We have just under an hour before we drift into the upper atmosphere.” Blaat returned to his manual diagnostic on the sensor module.

“Good idea. Frost out.” Inside Engineering, the young female punched a few commands on the console. After an approving chirp, she picked up a small cord and connected it to a still operating Borg cortical node. A final command entered and the line was active: Director Hansen, do you read me? This is Jacqueline Frost onboard the Exobyte...Annika, please respond!

[[To Be Continued...]

The issue isn't the withdraw limits, its a bug with the Fleet Bank currently. Whenever you move an item in the Fleet Bank, it's considered a withdraw and a deposit, which sadly counts to your total for the daily withdraw limits. Hopefully this will be fixed in the next update.

Currently, the withdraw limits are set:
Consumables: 20 Cadets/ 30 Members
Rank tabs: 5 Cadets/ 10 Members
Data Samples: 200 Cadets / 300 Members

We're currently still discussing if these limits are too strict. Everyone's input is always welcome.

It's so FUZZY!

Ok, slightly miffed here.

What is with the "withdrawl" limit on the bank?
I was moving some stacked items, not data samples, and one swapped when I thought it could still stack.
I get a message that I've reached my withdrawl limit.
Oh, but of course, I can still deposit.

I understand that there may be a need to limit some over zealous players from taking more than their fair share. I do not believe this describes most of the fleet.

Perhaps I missed a post. The last several times I've checked in, the site was down. Guess I chose the worst times to try. Regardless.

I ended up spending over 30k on something I could have gotten for "free" from our fleet bank. I typically deposit into our bank before sending things out to the exchange.

So, whatever. It's just disappointing that I'll have to rely on the exchange more than the fleet.

I've been really thinking about getting into a Star Trek RP lately and am wondering how this went for everyone? Is another RP being planned?

Ooom wrote:

Bite

me

This ****less wonder turned off the grid, your honor.

Badges?? We don't need no stinking badges!

Sir, the stolen lemur just bit one of your prostitutes right in the face, and she says she can't go to the hospital because she's, quote, 'tripping balls'.

Species: Joined Trill
Symbiont Name: PjhN (Transliterated). (Human Phonetic Translation: ‘pɪdʒən)
Host name: Identified only as #1479–63607
Gender: Male.
Affiliation: Starfleet.
Career: Tactical.

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2383: The U.S.S. Titan, under the command of Captain W. T. Riker, received an emergency distress call while en route to Starbase 51 for maintenance and R&R following their encounter with the Neyel. The distress call was traced to the Trill homeworld, and the Titan set a course at maximum warp to assist. Their hail was responded to by a director at the Trill Science Ministry, Wakien Pyr, who claimed planetary sensors had detected an unusual temporal anomaly in extreme close proximity to the planet, immediately after which a large rectangular alien device had ‘materialised’ in the Science Ministry headquarters’ central quad. Several witnesses claimed to have seen a humanoid alien exit the box controlling a small hover–sled with some form of crate aboard, and had entered one of the science buildings. Captain Riker asked the area to be evacuated of civilian personnel, and for what little of the peaceful Trill’s security forces to form a perimeter, until they arrived and an away team could be sent down to assist. Director Pyr admitted to being extremely agitated and begged Riker to hurry, insisting that while the device appeared to have human writing upon it, scans could not identify its construction materials or any obvious energy signature, and were unable to penetrate beyond the outer surface.

The Titan entered orbit less than a quarter of an hour later and immediately beamed down an armed party to the Science Ministry, led by Commander Tuvok. The device still occupied the centre of the ministry quad, just over a metre square base and nearly three metres tall, and a rich dark blue in colour that contrasted with the more sombrely coloured science buildings. The away team arrived in time to see what appeared to be a human dashing over to the box and entering through a thin door in one side. There followed a noise reportedly similar to a misaligned turbolift rapidly ascending and descending its tube, and the box faded out of sight. The away team reported to the Titan that Tricorder scans detected an antichroniton residue, but otherwise could offer no explanation. Tuvok concluded that the nature and origin of the device was irrelevant at that juncture, remarking that according to reports the visitor had taken an object into the complex, but had failed to leave with it. Therefore, logically, it still remained within the Ministry.

A careful search of the offices and labs located the object, still sat on its hover–sled, in the entrance to one of the medical labs in the lower basement. It had been jury–rigged into one of the base’s power distribution junctures using parts from a nearby replicator that Tuvok postulated had been disassembled with hypersonic pliers. Scans revealed it to be a variable pseudo–environmental eco–tank containing a synthetic fluid similar to that found in Trill Symbiont breeding pools, as well as a juvenile Symbiont. Ministry Doctors were summoned and ran extensive medical tests to both confirm its species and establish its health. Their tests concluded that although the Symbiont was relatively healthy and strong, its physiology subtly differed from other Trill Symbionts in ways that implied it had grown under extremely different environmental conditions to the Trill homeworld. While the artificial ‘pool’ it had arrived in seemed designed to maintain it indefinitely, it would not be able to survive outside of that environment without a host to help sustain it. The surplus of willing and eager hosts on Trill was however complicated by this Symbiont’s slight biochemical and physical differences. A required genetic profile for a plausible host was generated and distributed throughout the network of host candidates. Almost all were found immediately to be incompatible, and the few remaining who were transported to the Science Ministry for further tests were eventually ruled out as well. The Ministry had no choice but to leave the orphan contained within its tank until a suitable host could be found, or until a way could be found to allow it to acclimatise to Trill and the normal breeding pool composition.

The Department of Temporal Investigations sends two agents to investigate the incident; a veteran Agent Yates, along with a newly recruited Agent Dulmur. They begin by interviewing the direct witnesses to the incident, but discover very little, and so eventually expand their interviews to all personnel at the Ministry. The only piece of new information they are able to glean is from a janitor who failed to evacuate the building when the alarm sounded. He claimed to have begun making his way off the premises before being stopped by a man claiming to be a doctor, who apologised for the inconvenience and assured him there was no reason to leave after all, asserting that it was merely an unanticipated sensor accuracy that had caused alarm in the first place. The agents were unable to identify the alleged doctor. Agent Dulmur recalled hearing of a similar incident from his father, who also served in the Department of Temporal Investigations. Neither investigation resulted in a satisfactory resolution.

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2400: Seventeen years after the arrival of the orphan on Trill, and no progress had been made in finding a compatible host, or any information as to the genealogy of the orphan or identity of the being that had brought it to Trill. The Symbiont still resided in the apparently bespoke container it had arrived in, although it had been moved to a permanent location within the medical facility. Extremely numerous attempts to make contact with it had failed, as doctors struggled to find a way to communicate through its unique biochemical surroundings. The only plausible solution suggested, by a radical Trill doctor and scientist named Torbel Na’b caused a huge amount of controversy and debate both within the Trill Science Ministry, Trill society, and around the Federation in general.

Na’b had spent the last decade working with Starfleet Medical studying an abandoned outpost apparently built by the Borg that had been discovered in a remote system in the B’Tran Cluster. It would appear the Borg had been attempting to clone genetically enhanced bodies based on different species, although they had been unsuccessful in turning them into viable drones and the outpost had been left to deteriorate to the point where almost the entire power grid had failed. However, the ship that discovered the base had managed to stabilise one of the stasis pods they had found, which contained the only fully preserved specimen remaining. It appeared to be entirely functional physically, but had no detectable sign of consciousness, something the Borg were unable to replicate. The test subject was labelled only by the Borg as #1479–63607, and was a Trill male. The body itself was estimated to be no more than four years old, although anatomically its initial growth had been accelerated to be equivalent to a young fully grown adult, post–pubescent, plausibly in its very late teens and therefore theoretically in peak health. The minor genetic enhancements made by the Borg meant that it had a high tissue regeneration rate, and a particularly strong circulation that caused uncharacteristically warm hands for a Trill. None of these differences however ruled the body out as a potential host candidate, aside from the entirely untested consequence of putting a Symbiont into a consciousless body, and Na’b believed the genetic enhancement made by the Borg would be sufficient to allow the orphan Symbiont to bond successfully and survive.

Moral opinion groups throughout the Federation debated whether Na’b should be allowed to attempt the experiment. Eventually, a council convened by the Science Ministry ruled that the Symbiont was not able to exist to its full potential under its current conditions, and since the body created by the Borg had no conscious or subconscious, and could only biologically operate with the aid of life support, it could not be ruled to be a life–form in its own right. Permission was granted for Na’b to proceed.

The joining process appeared to be a success, although it took several weeks of recovery and adaption before the Symbiont became able exert proper control over the body, and months before it was able to begin to coherently communicate. The operation was a medical first for many reasons, and the first recorded time a Joined Trill had components from only one individual. The only piece of information the Symbiont was able to share was the name it had known itself as; PjhN. The language and origin of the name remain untraceable, and it appeared to be the only memory the Symbiont had of its past, and the only piece of self–identity it had had.

Following PjhN’s recuperation he began an intensive education program, finding he had a natural aptitude for military tactics and sciences and learnt extremely quickly, and trained regularly to recover from the atrophy his body had suffered for more than the first twenty years of its life. He adopted Na’b as a father in the absence of any other family.

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2404: PjhN elected to enlist in Starfleet in the hopes of one day discovering the identity of the Symbiont parents he must have. He enrolled at Starfleet Academy Officer’s College, Tactical branch.

2408: PjhN starts his first tour of duty following graduation, aboard the U.S.S. Chelonian.

2409: Following a Borg attack in which the entire senior staff are killed, Ensign PjhN took command of the Chelonian. Shortly after, a promotion by Admiral Quinn to Lieutenant earns PjhN command of a test advanced refit Constitution class Cruiser; registry NX–92775. PjhN names her U.S.S. Blind Io. Further field promotions followed as Starfleet rushed to identify capable officers suitable for rapid advancement to deal with the wars on the Klingon and Borg fronts, and PjhN was asked to command a Heavy Cruiser, and then an Exploration Cruiser, as demand required to meet the war effort.

Mid–2409: PjhN, having received a multitude of accolades, is promoted to Rear Admiral and placed in command of the latest prototype Imperial/Sovereign hybrid Assault Cruiser, which he names the U.S.S. Blind Io, NX–92775–C.

I like girls.

I'm in love with Zep.

It's a primitive culture. I'm just trying to blend in

Chik-fil-A

I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine...he shall be my squishy!

You have not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.

All your base are belong to us.

Why disassemble Johnny 5, Johnny 5 is alive!

Bite

and reply to this post.

just anything, doesn't have to be special.