USS Malinche NCC-38997-A

<<USS Peacekeeper, Main Engineering, Day 4, 2300>> As she had about fifty times before, Mikaela (PNPC) finished yet another walk around Engineering. Probably she was doing so far too often, but after checking power levels, warp and impulse systems, and various other systems over and over, she needed...

<Starbase 386, Rosie’s, Day 4, 2236> Amaya sat down in that somewhat comfy chair and sighed. Lt. Kenah had dismissed her due to the lateness of the hour. She said that she would need her in the morning if things didn’t pan out…whatever that meant. But everyone else was awake and on the edge of their...

ON: Runabout Thames. Day 4. 18:00 "Got it!" Lenarra exclaimed, looking up to the auxiliary display from the main comms screen she had been working on. "There" she pointed to a line in the data; the Bolian Petty Officer got up from his station and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. “I see i...

ON: <Starbase 386, Ops, Station Day 4, 1805> Lange stared at the situation table and scowled. He was starting to get annoyed. On the one hand, the Elyshans hadn't yet opened fire, which meant they were at least thinking about his warning. On the other hand, they were still here and they were still j...

[[Operations, Starbase 386, Station Day 04, 1928]] Thomas (NPC) looked from the PADD he held in one hand to the visual display that occupied the center of the command table. In the past few hours, very little had changed other than the location of one or two vessels on either side. Other than that, ...

ON: <Starbase 386, Ops, Station Day 4, 1725> Lange signaled for the comm line with the Ticonderoga to be closed. That answered a few questions, at least. But now, there was still that fleet out there. A fleet that hadn't made so much as a peep since showing up half an hour ago. It was time to deal w...

On: <<Danube Runabout Thames. Day 4. 17:00.>> To: The office of the Department of Personnel. 8th Fleet. It is with a vast amount of consideration and contemplation, that I must tender my resignation from Starfleet. --- Lenarra read that same sentence for the twentieth time on the PADD in her hand, n...

ON: <USS Ticonderoga, Bridge, Station Day 4, 1720> Manley tugged on his uniform jacket and took a deep breath before stepping onto the bridge. He didn't want to command this ship into battle. It wasn't that the Ticonderoga wasn't a good ship, or that he didn't have a good crew, the few of them that ...

<<USS Peacekeeper, Corridor, Day 4, 1530>> Mikaela (PNPC) had arrived on the Peacekeeper fifteen minutes prior. It hadn't been long since she last was on the ship, but given all the changes in that time, it seemed like forever. She walked quickly down the corridor, heading for Main Engineering. Norm...

ON: <Starbase 386, Ops, Station Day 4, 1650> Lange looked at the holographic display above his desk one last time before turning it off. At this point there was nothing else he could do. Either his plan would work, or they'd have one hell of a nasty firefight on their hands in no time flat. Kilana's...

<<Starbase 386, Shipyard, Station Day 4, 1440>> Mikaela (PNPC) frowned as she looked at the latest reports. Some progress had been made, certainly, but not nearly as much as she'd hoped. Around half of the seven ships in for repairs were all but ready, but the refits barely seemed to be moving along...

ON: <Starbase 386, Lange's Office, Station Day 4, 1423> Lange had just taken his seat and switched the holographic display above his desk to a view of the space within Starbase 386's defensive perimeter when the door hissed open and Richardson entered. "Doc," Lange greeted, "We have a bit of a misma...

<<Starbase 386>> <En route to Chief Engineer's Office, 1645, Day 3> Quinn wasn't really sure why he was doing this, although it might have something to do with the fact that Jake had managed to get under his skin. For someone that was thousands of light years away he was awful good at making sure Qu...

ON: <Starbase 386, Lange's Office, Station Day 4, 1415> A holographic version of the situation table display from Ops hovered over Lange's desk as he paced back and forth across the open space of the office. He still didn't quite think of it as is, only party due to the fact that he had yet to set o...

ON: <Starbase 386, Wardroom, Station Day 4, 1330> Lange stifled a sigh as he rubbed his temples and tried to block out the arguing of the various delegates. He had a massive headache and saw no chance of it going away any time soon without help. Most of the morning had been spent introducing the var...