Post by * Cold Harbor Story / Action * on Nov 17, 2012 12:48:25 GMT -6
OOC Note:
In an attempt to refocus everyone’s attention on a story line (which is my fault, as we all know), I’ve created this story Arc/Line to combined both my CRV story angle and the angle of The Institute that was introduced by my fellows.
This is a story line that I thought of some time ago, and I think will give us a chance to both ‘write’, create and fight as necessary. I think it easily fits in with what we were doing already, and acts as a prequel to Star Trek Online (the MMO) if anyone’s aware of that.
So, here we go:
It is the late 24th Century, and The Federation is enjoying a semi-peaceful time. The Dominion War has passed into memory already for most of The Federation Citizenry, The Klingons have gotten quiet about their expansion goals, The Cardassians are rebuilding and working on forming a democratic government, The Romulan’s are claiming their ‘assistance was vital’ and vying for additional galactic importance, The Dominion is back on it’s side of the Wormhole, and countless other signs of peace in the known quadrants. Even Starfleet has taken a ‘restructuring and downsizing’ approach to things, as the sounds of war have faded away.
But, while The Federation enjoys it’s peace, and Starfleet becomes political as always, an eerie calm causes those responsible for the Federation’s protection to go on high alert; the exact reason that CRV was created. It is during this time that we fine The Cold Harbor preparing for it’s new mission. Approximately 6 months after their last mission (time advancement), The Cold Harbor has been re-fitted, re-armed, re-crewed and has completed its test runs.
While the crew wait for their final orders, information and intelligence continues to be filtered into CRV Headquarters, where more and more questions are being raised. As is often the case, when there are questions being asked, answers must be found; and those answers have to be found by someone…
“Here is the complied information, with the opinions of the senior analysts…” replied a female CRV Officer. “Damn. I knew things had been quiet for too long…” replied the senior CRV Representative. He turned in his overstuff chair, and looked back at his monitor, where he was met by three (3) other faces, well, a representative of a face for the third. He found himself looking at a ‘representative of Section 31’, only defined as such due to his vast knowledge an understanding of such operations, and selected for this exact purpose; although masked to cover their face. The second was the Federation Security Advisor, to the Federation Security Council; one of the creators of the CRV. The last was simply a silhouette, phased and visually distorted to prevent any form of identification; no gender could be implied by the silhouette, or the mechanical voice that it spoke with. He was simply known to represent something call ‘The Institute’.
The old man turned nodded to the group, and activated his comm; "Get me The Cold Harbor." “Aye, Sir.” Replied the Officer’s voice. “When in doubt, call upon those you can rely on; Sam will love this.” The Director-General leaned back in his chair and turned back to the monitor; “You’ll have some answers shortly ladies and gentleman.”
In an attempt to refocus everyone’s attention on a story line (which is my fault, as we all know), I’ve created this story Arc/Line to combined both my CRV story angle and the angle of The Institute that was introduced by my fellows.
This is a story line that I thought of some time ago, and I think will give us a chance to both ‘write’, create and fight as necessary. I think it easily fits in with what we were doing already, and acts as a prequel to Star Trek Online (the MMO) if anyone’s aware of that.
So, here we go:
***** USS Cold Story / Action *****
It is the late 24th Century, and The Federation is enjoying a semi-peaceful time. The Dominion War has passed into memory already for most of The Federation Citizenry, The Klingons have gotten quiet about their expansion goals, The Cardassians are rebuilding and working on forming a democratic government, The Romulan’s are claiming their ‘assistance was vital’ and vying for additional galactic importance, The Dominion is back on it’s side of the Wormhole, and countless other signs of peace in the known quadrants. Even Starfleet has taken a ‘restructuring and downsizing’ approach to things, as the sounds of war have faded away.
But, while The Federation enjoys it’s peace, and Starfleet becomes political as always, an eerie calm causes those responsible for the Federation’s protection to go on high alert; the exact reason that CRV was created. It is during this time that we fine The Cold Harbor preparing for it’s new mission. Approximately 6 months after their last mission (time advancement), The Cold Harbor has been re-fitted, re-armed, re-crewed and has completed its test runs.
While the crew wait for their final orders, information and intelligence continues to be filtered into CRV Headquarters, where more and more questions are being raised. As is often the case, when there are questions being asked, answers must be found; and those answers have to be found by someone…
“Here is the complied information, with the opinions of the senior analysts…” replied a female CRV Officer. “Damn. I knew things had been quiet for too long…” replied the senior CRV Representative. He turned in his overstuff chair, and looked back at his monitor, where he was met by three (3) other faces, well, a representative of a face for the third. He found himself looking at a ‘representative of Section 31’, only defined as such due to his vast knowledge an understanding of such operations, and selected for this exact purpose; although masked to cover their face. The second was the Federation Security Advisor, to the Federation Security Council; one of the creators of the CRV. The last was simply a silhouette, phased and visually distorted to prevent any form of identification; no gender could be implied by the silhouette, or the mechanical voice that it spoke with. He was simply known to represent something call ‘The Institute’.
The old man turned nodded to the group, and activated his comm; "Get me The Cold Harbor." “Aye, Sir.” Replied the Officer’s voice. “When in doubt, call upon those you can rely on; Sam will love this.” The Director-General leaned back in his chair and turned back to the monitor; “You’ll have some answers shortly ladies and gentleman.”