07-31-2018, 01:21 PM
OOC: Note, this post is vague, yes. Please use your own discretion as to where your character is and how they are getting to the mentioned rendezvous. Ranks are as they were previously unless otherwise agreed by Senior Fleet, including assignments and positions. If you have any imminent questions, contact me – AND BE SURE TO REALISE NEARLY 4 YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE WE WERE LAST ACTIVE!
IC:
EARTHDATE: 2392, November 23rd
USS Eagle, Captain’s Ready Room
1335 hours
It had been a long time coming; this day. 2 years, or rather just a little over, doesn’t sound like a long time in the bigger scheme of things but you could ask anyone in Starfleet and they would tell you that war can alter your perception of time.
In late 2388 the Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet had been commissioned, with its role primarily being the exploration through the Federation’s Iconian Gateway. Needless to say there were some who were unhappy with this latest venture. They had said with so much still unknown it came with too much untold power over the Quadrants and many believed it to be Starfleet’s first act towards becoming the ultimate power and declaring war on all. So the Cardassians acted. With the Romulan Star Empire gladly willing to help.
On March 25th 2390 the first onslaught against the Gateway and Starbase Thrinacia had begun, as if out of nowhere. There was no initial report from Intelligence to say any of this would happen. To say the least; it had been embarrassing for Starfleet. Thrinacia had been 8 months away from completion on her upgrade to an Immense Class station, and many of her systems were still offline which had made for an easy target. So in came the first fleet of Cardassians. The outer lying turrets were no match for the Cardassians without support, and they carried on straight for Thrinacia once these had been destroyed. The Starbase and what little support she had from only one small Federation Taskforce put up one hell of a fight – they held their own for nearly 3 hours before backup warped in. Along with evacuation craft.
Command knew there was no holding the system.
The Gateway had been their primary target, and was easily disabled. Next up came Thrinacia. Just as the SSRF’s base of operations was at the point of no return the Cardassians withdrew, followed by a small group of Federation vessels… into a Romulan trap. Not 6 lightyears away a large Armada of both Romulan and Cardassian ships were waiting, wiping out the Starfleet Squadron.
Thrinacia had been completely evacuated, all personnel and as much equipment as possible had been beamed aboard freighters and evacuation ships as quickly as transporters could handle. The damage to the base had been so high it was a danger if anyone were left behind. As for the Gateway Control Station, that was no better. Control over the Gateway had been maintained enough for Aurora Colony’s initial team to get back through and warp to safety – they were just a Science team, minimal weapons. And so the decision had been made to leave the system and regroup.
2 years. 2 years of skirmishes and battles, diplomacy and conferences amongst all major powers. No luck. Just battle after battle. Obviously the Cardassians felt they owed payback after the Dominion War, and you didn’t need to take more than one guess that the Romulan Star Empire were at a loss after the Hobus Incident and blamed the Federation for what had happened. Their alliance was a match made in heaven.
The SSRF was pulled straight into the fight. Her ships and personnel had held their own well during the Battle at Thrinacia, despite the retreat. As such, command had issued a restructuring. They needed seasoned commanders out in the field, ones they knew would serve better on bridges of starships than behind desks at Command. And so the USS Eagle was commissioned. A brand new class of ship that the Starfleet Corps of Engineers had originally blueprinted for production in several years time. State-of-the-art it was dubbed the ‘Presidio Tactical Command Battlecruiser’ and the where the SSRF would operate from primarily. Admirals Malloway and Morgan took command of her, with the rest of the Senior Fleet placed as and where needed throughout the SSRF Taskforces.
But despite this advance technologically…. 2 years takes a toll. Life was lost. Starships too. The damage was intense to the Federation.
Until now. Today was the day they struck back. Today was the day the Federation brought karma to the forefront.
****
“You’d think they’d Command would have authorised more assets for this.”
Admiral Malloway turned from the small mirror in the room just off of his Ready Room, looking back at his Strategic Operations Officer. “Hmm, a good point I suppose. But Command still isn’t 100% sure about this.”
“Sir, we all know we can pull this off. Command haven’t fully seen what’s going on here, we’ve all been there, seen it all.” The Lieutenant stood, straightening his jacket as he watched the Admiral place his pips back to his collar.
Steve nodded in appreciation, a glance to the window in his Ready Room showed the streaks of the ship in warp as they zipped on through space. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Admiral Morgan and my plan needs as many of the Fleet behind on this in order for us to pull it off. Volunteers only. Now, we should be arriving at the rendezvous point with the rest of the Fleet in approximately 30 minutes – make sure each CO and their teams beam aboard and get to the Conference Lounge.”
The Lieutenant nodded, turning on the spot and walking from the room back onto the bridge, leaving Steve alone as he looked out of the window again. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d pointed out the plan in question had risks, more so the others in the Fleet couldn’t even prepare as they’d been given no details as Steve and John hadn’t wanted to risk subspace eavesdropping.
But, now was the time to bite back. Now was the time to show they wouldn’t sit back any more.
TAG: ALL
IC:
EARTHDATE: 2392, November 23rd
USS Eagle, Captain’s Ready Room
1335 hours
It had been a long time coming; this day. 2 years, or rather just a little over, doesn’t sound like a long time in the bigger scheme of things but you could ask anyone in Starfleet and they would tell you that war can alter your perception of time.
In late 2388 the Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet had been commissioned, with its role primarily being the exploration through the Federation’s Iconian Gateway. Needless to say there were some who were unhappy with this latest venture. They had said with so much still unknown it came with too much untold power over the Quadrants and many believed it to be Starfleet’s first act towards becoming the ultimate power and declaring war on all. So the Cardassians acted. With the Romulan Star Empire gladly willing to help.
On March 25th 2390 the first onslaught against the Gateway and Starbase Thrinacia had begun, as if out of nowhere. There was no initial report from Intelligence to say any of this would happen. To say the least; it had been embarrassing for Starfleet. Thrinacia had been 8 months away from completion on her upgrade to an Immense Class station, and many of her systems were still offline which had made for an easy target. So in came the first fleet of Cardassians. The outer lying turrets were no match for the Cardassians without support, and they carried on straight for Thrinacia once these had been destroyed. The Starbase and what little support she had from only one small Federation Taskforce put up one hell of a fight – they held their own for nearly 3 hours before backup warped in. Along with evacuation craft.
Command knew there was no holding the system.
The Gateway had been their primary target, and was easily disabled. Next up came Thrinacia. Just as the SSRF’s base of operations was at the point of no return the Cardassians withdrew, followed by a small group of Federation vessels… into a Romulan trap. Not 6 lightyears away a large Armada of both Romulan and Cardassian ships were waiting, wiping out the Starfleet Squadron.
Thrinacia had been completely evacuated, all personnel and as much equipment as possible had been beamed aboard freighters and evacuation ships as quickly as transporters could handle. The damage to the base had been so high it was a danger if anyone were left behind. As for the Gateway Control Station, that was no better. Control over the Gateway had been maintained enough for Aurora Colony’s initial team to get back through and warp to safety – they were just a Science team, minimal weapons. And so the decision had been made to leave the system and regroup.
2 years. 2 years of skirmishes and battles, diplomacy and conferences amongst all major powers. No luck. Just battle after battle. Obviously the Cardassians felt they owed payback after the Dominion War, and you didn’t need to take more than one guess that the Romulan Star Empire were at a loss after the Hobus Incident and blamed the Federation for what had happened. Their alliance was a match made in heaven.
The SSRF was pulled straight into the fight. Her ships and personnel had held their own well during the Battle at Thrinacia, despite the retreat. As such, command had issued a restructuring. They needed seasoned commanders out in the field, ones they knew would serve better on bridges of starships than behind desks at Command. And so the USS Eagle was commissioned. A brand new class of ship that the Starfleet Corps of Engineers had originally blueprinted for production in several years time. State-of-the-art it was dubbed the ‘Presidio Tactical Command Battlecruiser’ and the where the SSRF would operate from primarily. Admirals Malloway and Morgan took command of her, with the rest of the Senior Fleet placed as and where needed throughout the SSRF Taskforces.
But despite this advance technologically…. 2 years takes a toll. Life was lost. Starships too. The damage was intense to the Federation.
Until now. Today was the day they struck back. Today was the day the Federation brought karma to the forefront.
****
“You’d think they’d Command would have authorised more assets for this.”
Admiral Malloway turned from the small mirror in the room just off of his Ready Room, looking back at his Strategic Operations Officer. “Hmm, a good point I suppose. But Command still isn’t 100% sure about this.”
“Sir, we all know we can pull this off. Command haven’t fully seen what’s going on here, we’ve all been there, seen it all.” The Lieutenant stood, straightening his jacket as he watched the Admiral place his pips back to his collar.
Steve nodded in appreciation, a glance to the window in his Ready Room showed the streaks of the ship in warp as they zipped on through space. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Admiral Morgan and my plan needs as many of the Fleet behind on this in order for us to pull it off. Volunteers only. Now, we should be arriving at the rendezvous point with the rest of the Fleet in approximately 30 minutes – make sure each CO and their teams beam aboard and get to the Conference Lounge.”
The Lieutenant nodded, turning on the spot and walking from the room back onto the bridge, leaving Steve alone as he looked out of the window again. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d pointed out the plan in question had risks, more so the others in the Fleet couldn’t even prepare as they’d been given no details as Steve and John hadn’t wanted to risk subspace eavesdropping.
But, now was the time to bite back. Now was the time to show they wouldn’t sit back any more.
TAG: ALL
Admiral Steve Malloway
Commanding Officer, USS Eagle
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Training and Personnel Developments Director, and Internal Verifier
Commanding Officer, USS Eagle
Joint Fleet Commanding Officer, Starfleet Strategic Response Fleet
Training and Personnel Developments Director, and Internal Verifier