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-<Office of the Chief of Starfleet Operations. San Francisco, Pan American Zone, Sol III.>+====== There And Back Again ====== 
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 Kaito Fakunaku knew exactly who he was. What's more, he was perfectly aware of what his fellow flag officers and the bureaucrats at Starfleet Headquarters thought of him. Ensign Scuttlebutt had long ago told him that, as far as the rest of the Starfleet brass were concerned, he was conniving,  opportunistic, uninteresting at parties, and not terribly good at jokes. By and large, that was all accurate. One of the things that was not true about Fakunaku's reputation however, was that he was incompetent. That was a fiction that Kaito had worked hard to construct, because it meant that people who didn't have to, didn't bother to take him seriously, or that he could easily feign ignorance, or shift blame when it suited him. Truth be told, with a president like Vladimir Kostya in office, that particular avenue was not only believable, but indeed likely, and that was how Kaito liked it. Moving quietly up the ranks, knowing who to befriend, who do distance himself from, and when to keep his head down, meant that Kaito Fakunaku could use Starfleet's cultural bias; that all of it's officers were equally qualified... even those who hadn't show particular distinction... to rise to positions which afforded him enormous power, and quite a bit of autonomy. Kaito Fakunaku knew exactly who he was. What's more, he was perfectly aware of what his fellow flag officers and the bureaucrats at Starfleet Headquarters thought of him. Ensign Scuttlebutt had long ago told him that, as far as the rest of the Starfleet brass were concerned, he was conniving,  opportunistic, uninteresting at parties, and not terribly good at jokes. By and large, that was all accurate. One of the things that was not true about Fakunaku's reputation however, was that he was incompetent. That was a fiction that Kaito had worked hard to construct, because it meant that people who didn't have to, didn't bother to take him seriously, or that he could easily feign ignorance, or shift blame when it suited him. Truth be told, with a president like Vladimir Kostya in office, that particular avenue was not only believable, but indeed likely, and that was how Kaito liked it. Moving quietly up the ranks, knowing who to befriend, who do distance himself from, and when to keep his head down, meant that Kaito Fakunaku could use Starfleet's cultural bias; that all of it's officers were equally qualified... even those who hadn't show particular distinction... to rise to positions which afforded him enormous power, and quite a bit of autonomy.
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-<Planet Garsol, somewhere in the Gamma Quadrant. Present Day.>+__<Planet Garsol, somewhere in the Gamma Quadrant. Present Day.>__
  
 Galaxy class starships are enormous, so it said something powerful about John Carter's state of mind that he didn't even see the shadow of the large ship that loomed over the red soil of Garsol, to say nothing of the actual vessel itself, until he was nearly at the edge of what had become the chief settlement's border. As he brought his eyes forward, pulling himself out of a tight left bank, he saw the vast shadow that the Starfleet vessel cast. Instinctively, he looked up and gasped when he saw the hull of a starship that was far lower in the atmosphere than it had any right to be. Almost instantly he smiled. “All RIGHT, Vic!” He said aloud against the wind, though no one would hear it. Then, he felt troubled, and his mind began to race as he reflexively completed a few more maneuvers. He'd sent the message in a vain hope of making contact with the Beta Quadrant, where he'd been declared 'Missing: Presumed Dead' nearly two years ago. In truth, it never occurred to John Carter that the message would actually get to his 'comprades', no matter how much they may have been looking for him. He'd long since given up hope of rescue, and resigned himself to life among the people of Garsol who saw him as a literal Godsend. Now, however, he realized that the life he'd finally managed to put behind him had come calling with a vengeance. “Grozit.” He cursed under his breath. Galaxy class starships are enormous, so it said something powerful about John Carter's state of mind that he didn't even see the shadow of the large ship that loomed over the red soil of Garsol, to say nothing of the actual vessel itself, until he was nearly at the edge of what had become the chief settlement's border. As he brought his eyes forward, pulling himself out of a tight left bank, he saw the vast shadow that the Starfleet vessel cast. Instinctively, he looked up and gasped when he saw the hull of a starship that was far lower in the atmosphere than it had any right to be. Almost instantly he smiled. “All RIGHT, Vic!” He said aloud against the wind, though no one would hear it. Then, he felt troubled, and his mind began to race as he reflexively completed a few more maneuvers. He'd sent the message in a vain hope of making contact with the Beta Quadrant, where he'd been declared 'Missing: Presumed Dead' nearly two years ago. In truth, it never occurred to John Carter that the message would actually get to his 'comprades', no matter how much they may have been looking for him. He'd long since given up hope of rescue, and resigned himself to life among the people of Garsol who saw him as a literal Godsend. Now, however, he realized that the life he'd finally managed to put behind him had come calling with a vengeance. “Grozit.” He cursed under his breath.
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-<Cestus III, 78 hours after the beginning of Operation: Righteous Endeavor>+__<Cestus III, 78 hours after the beginning of Operation: Righteous Endeavor>__
  
 Another lance of pure solar energy cut through the last of the operational Gorn capital ships which had so far mounted a pitiful defense against the human 'invaders'. The hulk of a Balaur class battleship now hung in two pieces, with the edges on either side of the beam unleashed by Apollo still glowing in the cold of space. On the bridge of the U.S.S Republic, Nat Hawk held his tongue as he wondered how many Gorn, Ferasan, or Nausican crew members on the enemy vessel, caught off guard by the speed and ferocity of Apollo's assault, had just perished because of sudden exposure to hard vacuum. His captain, however did not. Another lance of pure solar energy cut through the last of the operational Gorn capital ships which had so far mounted a pitiful defense against the human 'invaders'. The hulk of a Balaur class battleship now hung in two pieces, with the edges on either side of the beam unleashed by Apollo still glowing in the cold of space. On the bridge of the U.S.S Republic, Nat Hawk held his tongue as he wondered how many Gorn, Ferasan, or Nausican crew members on the enemy vessel, caught off guard by the speed and ferocity of Apollo's assault, had just perished because of sudden exposure to hard vacuum. His captain, however did not.
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 “That, Captain, is the future.” The diplomatic officer said. “That's our security.” “That, Captain, is the future.” The diplomatic officer said. “That's our security.”
  
-'It's murder.' Nat Hawk thought to himself. 'Those poor bastards didn't have a chance, and they don't even know it.'+'It's murder.' Nat Hawk thought to himself. 'Those poor bastards didn't have a chance, and they didn't even know it.'
  
 If Kim Roth shared her First Officer's misgivings, she didn't show it. She tilted her head toward Attos Ragnar, Republic's Tactical Officer who was just behind her, on the raised rear of the bridge. “Ragnar, keep an eye on the away team.” She said. “This is all for nothing if they can't keep the Gorn from going scorched earth on us.” If Kim Roth shared her First Officer's misgivings, she didn't show it. She tilted her head toward Attos Ragnar, Republic's Tactical Officer who was just behind her, on the raised rear of the bridge. “Ragnar, keep an eye on the away team.” She said. “This is all for nothing if they can't keep the Gorn from going scorched earth on us.”
  
-The Luna class was originally conceived as a mid-range science and exploration vessel, despite officially being classified as a destroyer, due to it's size. The Luna class had the most advanced sensor and telemetry processing systems in all of Starfleet. In the exploration role, this made them ideal for collecting massive amounts of data quickly, or finding even the most minute traces of cosmic phenomena. On a more practical level, these astoundingly capable sensor systems, and the officers that were trained to use them so well, made for outstanding command and control, and early warning platforms. It was for this reason that, at the outbreak of hostilities with the Gorn, the ships of Starfleet had been assigned to several small task forces. Each task force had at least one flagship of the Sovriegn, Galaxy, or new Odyssey class, one of either the Nova or Luna classes, to act in the manner described, and two escort vessels of Sao Paulo or Akira class, to provide much needed firepower against the heavily resistant hulls of Gorn ships. Interestingly, the inclusion of at least ONE Akira class ship was mandated by OPSCOMM for the duration of hostilities. Only a select few officers knew why.   +The Luna class was originally conceived as a mid-range science and exploration vessel, despite officially being classified as a destroyer, due to it's size. The small, but powerful ships had the most advanced sensor and telemetry processing systems in all of Starfleet. In the exploration role, this made them ideal for collecting massive amounts of data quickly, or finding even the most minute traces of cosmic phenomena. On a more practical level, these astoundingly capable sensor systems, and the officers that were trained to use them so well, made for outstanding command and control, and early warning platforms. It was for this reason that, at the outbreak of hostilities with the Gorn, the ships of Starfleet had been assigned to several small task forces. Each task force had at least one flagship of the Sovriegn, Galaxy, or new Odyssey class, one of either the Nova or Luna classes, to act in the manner described, and two escort vessels of Sao Paulo or Akira class, to provide much needed firepower against the heavily resistant hulls of Gorn ships. Interestingly, the inclusion of at least ONE Akira class ship was mandated by OPSCOMM for the duration of hostilities. The truth behind that decision lay in the fact that the Apollo system had been specifically designed for deployment with an Akira class vessel. Each of those escorts was in turn captained by an officer explicitly chosen by Kaito Fakunaku, and approved by President Kostya, for their willingness to use the weapon as ordered, as well as for their loyalty to the president himself.   
  
 Attos Ragnar, Republic's Angosian Tactical Officer, was well suited to his roll of overwatch for Republic's away team. Just like the mission planners, he too knew the power of the Luna class's sensors, and he was counting on it to keep the people in his charge alive.  Attos Ragnar, Republic's Angosian Tactical Officer, was well suited to his roll of overwatch for Republic's away team. Just like the mission planners, he too knew the power of the Luna class's sensors, and he was counting on it to keep the people in his charge alive. 
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-<U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-E. Aldebaran Sector, Near the Klingon Neutral Zone>+__<U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-E. Aldebaran Sector, Near the Klingon Neutral Zone>__
  
 Just like people, Starships, or rather, the complex system that made each starship unique, performed differently under stress. One of the things that Jean-Luc Picard prided himself on was the idea that his people keep their heads in a crisis. Some of his fellow captains disagreed, preferring instead to let the pressure of a life and death situation 'bring out the best' in their people. Picard, however, disagreed. To his way of thinking, stress elevated emotion, which in turn led to rash decisions. This could then make a bad situation worse. Having lived through what he considered to be more than his fair share those same life and death situations, Jean-Luc Picard had long since concluded that, if he could keep emotional responses to a minimum, then the odds of survival increased. Because of this, despite the fact that the Federation was now officially at war with the Gorn Hegemony, life on the Enterprise seemed much like it would be on any other day. The one exception to this is that Picard held a twice daily 'War Briefing' with his staff. One briefing occurred at the change over from Gamma to Alpha shift, the second from Alpha to Beta shift. It was at the end of the second war briefing of the day when the comm system in the Enterprise briefing room chirped, indicating a priority communique to the captain. Just like people, Starships, or rather, the complex system that made each starship unique, performed differently under stress. One of the things that Jean-Luc Picard prided himself on was the idea that his people keep their heads in a crisis. Some of his fellow captains disagreed, preferring instead to let the pressure of a life and death situation 'bring out the best' in their people. Picard, however, disagreed. To his way of thinking, stress elevated emotion, which in turn led to rash decisions. This could then make a bad situation worse. Having lived through what he considered to be more than his fair share those same life and death situations, Jean-Luc Picard had long since concluded that, if he could keep emotional responses to a minimum, then the odds of survival increased. Because of this, despite the fact that the Federation was now officially at war with the Gorn Hegemony, life on the Enterprise seemed much like it would be on any other day. The one exception to this is that Picard held a twice daily 'War Briefing' with his staff. One briefing occurred at the change over from Gamma to Alpha shift, the second from Alpha to Beta shift. It was at the end of the second war briefing of the day when the comm system in the Enterprise briefing room chirped, indicating a priority communique to the captain.
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 <Deep Space Nine: Quark's Bar. 1135 local time> <Deep Space Nine: Quark's Bar. 1135 local time>
  
-Victor Virtus was running out of patience. Still, in the interest of not attracting attention, he sipped his root beer and defiantly refused to drum his fingers on the tabletop. Virtus was agonizingly aware of the passage of only four minutes when he heard someone behind them clear their throat. The Malthusian scientist/engineer turned to his left and cocked an eyebrow at the ferengi in operations gold who was looking at him admiringly. “May I help you, Lieutenant...”+Victor Virtus was running out of patience. Still, in the interest of not attracting attention, he sipped his root beer and defiantly refused to drum his fingers on the tabletop. Virtus was agonizingly aware of the passage of only four minutes when he heard someone behind them clear their throat. The Malthusian scientist/engineer turned to his left and cocked an eyebrow at the ferengi in operations gold who was looking at him admiringly. “May I help you, Lieutenant Commander...”
  
 “Nog, Sir.” “Nog, Sir.”
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 “After I punched the station commander in the nose. Yes.” Victor raised his drink in salute and sipped a bit more. “After I punched the station commander in the nose. Yes.” Victor raised his drink in salute and sipped a bit more.
  
-Nog nodded excitedly and extended his hand. I just wanted to say Thank You, Sir.” Nog said. “He deserved it. The man was an ass.”+Nog nodded excitedly and extended his hand. "I just wanted to say Thank You, Sir.” Nog said. “He deserved it. The man was an ass.”
  
 Virtus nodded. “He was that.” The Malthusian agreed. Virtus nodded. “He was that.” The Malthusian agreed.
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-<Planet Garsol, Somewhere in the Delta Quadrant. Just after first sunset.> +____<Planet Garsol, Somewhere in the Delta Quadrant. Just after first sunset.>____ 
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 “You can't just LET him GO!” Zharon protested as he walked with Bah-Ki out of the windward cavern passage, and into the cooling orange light of planetary dusk. “You can't just LET him GO!” Zharon protested as he walked with Bah-Ki out of the windward cavern passage, and into the cooling orange light of planetary dusk.
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 The scientist stopped short and briefly pondered just how hard getting in John Carter's way would actually be. “It's just that...he's done so much for us.” The older man said. The scientist stopped short and briefly pondered just how hard getting in John Carter's way would actually be. “It's just that...he's done so much for us.” The older man said.
  
-“Yes,” Bah-ki agreed as he waited for his elder to catch up, and we should be grateful, but he doesn't BELONG here.” The youth explained. “You yourself told me, and I DO honestly believe, that the gods brought Carter here for a very specific, divine purpose. True?”+“Yes,” Bah-ki agreed as he waited for his elder to catch up. "And we should be grateful, but he doesn't BELONG here.” The youth explained. “You yourself told me, and I DO honestly believe, that the gods brought Carter here for a very specific, divine purpose. True?”
  
 Zharon nodded as the pair walked out into the open air. “Obviously.” He said. Zharon nodded as the pair walked out into the open air. “Obviously.” He said.
  
-“And that purpose has been fulfilled.” Bah-Ki argued. “How is it any less plausible then, that...through a means none of us could have possibly predicted, it's time for him to leave.” He said simply. Dadjinn's willing to let him go, and if anyone could actually MAKE him stay, it would be her.”+“And that purpose has been fulfilled.” Bah-Ki argued. “How is it any less plausible then, that...through a means none of us could have possibly predicted, it's time for him to leave?” He said simply. "Dadjinn's willing to let him go, and if anyone could actually MAKE him stay, it would be her.” 
 The pair walked on and crested a ridge where they saw Carter, Dadjinn and the warlord's strange companions. The visitors were clustered around one another, standing in a rough semi-circle, with Carter and Dadjinn standing apart from the others. The pair walked on and crested a ridge where they saw Carter, Dadjinn and the warlord's strange companions. The visitors were clustered around one another, standing in a rough semi-circle, with Carter and Dadjinn standing apart from the others.
  
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 “Yes.” Dadjinn smiled. “It's nice to know there's something you don't do well.” She said. “I'm rather enjoying it.” “Yes.” Dadjinn smiled. “It's nice to know there's something you don't do well.” She said. “I'm rather enjoying it.”
  
-Carter paused, hefted the small pack that carried the sum total of his belongings, including the miraculously insane flying harness, and he hefted it onto his shoulder. Then, he took Dadjinn's hands in his. “I'll never forget you.” Carter said with a soft smile.+Carter paused, hefted the small pack that carried the sum total of his belongings, including the miraculously insane flying harness, and he hefted it onto his shoulder. Then, he took Dadjinn's hands in his. “Dadjin.” He paused. Then, after a long while he looked at her a bit sideways and managed a soft smile. "I..." He began.
  
 “I know.” “I know.”
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 It was simple, direct, and all that had to pass between them. A short while later, Carter moved to stand closer to his comrades. The one called Forrest said something that none of the assembled Garsolans could make out. Then, almost as suddenly as he'd appeared, John Carter, the Warlord from Mars, vanished in a bright wash of charged particles. It was simple, direct, and all that had to pass between them. A short while later, Carter moved to stand closer to his comrades. The one called Forrest said something that none of the assembled Garsolans could make out. Then, almost as suddenly as he'd appeared, John Carter, the Warlord from Mars, vanished in a bright wash of charged particles.
  
-Life on Garsol would go on. Generations were born and died, hearts broken, songs sung... lives were lived. Through it all, the story was told of the man who fell from the sky and saved them all. And the people of Garsol were grateful.+Life on Garsol would go on. Generations would be born and die. Hearts broken, songs sung... lives lived. Through it all, the story was told of the man who fell from the sky and saved them all. And the people of Garsol were grateful.
  
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