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 “Yes, Mr. President.” They both said in unison, as they stood out of courtesy. But even after Kostya was gone, neither man wanted to be the first to leave. “Yes, Mr. President.” They both said in unison, as they stood out of courtesy. But even after Kostya was gone, neither man wanted to be the first to leave.
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 **<Federation Diplomatic Offices. Paris, France European Commonwealth, Sol III. Present Day.>**  **<Federation Diplomatic Offices. Paris, France European Commonwealth, Sol III. Present Day.>** 
  
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 A chorus of questions rose up from the crowd of reporters to both Malia and Sito Aryn, and the Bajoran couldn't help but smile at the anarchy she'd unleashed. Rather than engage individual questions, or try to address the room, Malia simply stabbed a control on her PADD, and the media feed to the press event went dark. A chorus of questions rose up from the crowd of reporters to both Malia and Sito Aryn, and the Bajoran couldn't help but smile at the anarchy she'd unleashed. Rather than engage individual questions, or try to address the room, Malia simply stabbed a control on her PADD, and the media feed to the press event went dark.
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 **<U.S.S. Republic nee Asgard, in orbit around Garsol. Present Day>** **<U.S.S. Republic nee Asgard, in orbit around Garsol. Present Day>**
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-=/\= Strategic Operations Officer's Log. Blake St. John, acting SO2.  +<WRAP center round box 80%> 
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 +=/\= Strategic Operations Officer's Log. Blake St. John, acting SO2. \\  
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 It's been a long, and complicated afternoon since we brought John Carter back onboard the ship. Unfortunately, it seems that was the easy part, and our trip home may be more complicated than originally suspected. Clayborne, Yezbeck, and Blimpy have put their collective heads together, and believe me, that's not a sentence I ever thought I would say out loud. They all agree that using the geodesic fold again would pose too great a risk to the ship and us.  It's been a long, and complicated afternoon since we brought John Carter back onboard the ship. Unfortunately, it seems that was the easy part, and our trip home may be more complicated than originally suspected. Clayborne, Yezbeck, and Blimpy have put their collective heads together, and believe me, that's not a sentence I ever thought I would say out loud. They all agree that using the geodesic fold again would pose too great a risk to the ship and us. 
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 I won't pretend to understand why, but there's a complication because of the specific stellar conditions needed to make the fold work. Instead, after some colourful debate, we've elected to bring the Garsolan scientist Zharon onboard to discuss using the same device that brought Carter here to get us back to the Beta Quadrant. I was briefly concerned that there might be some conflict with the Prime Directive in bringing the native onboard. But as Forrest pointed out, “At this point, what difference would it make?”  I won't pretend to understand why, but there's a complication because of the specific stellar conditions needed to make the fold work. Instead, after some colourful debate, we've elected to bring the Garsolan scientist Zharon onboard to discuss using the same device that brought Carter here to get us back to the Beta Quadrant. I was briefly concerned that there might be some conflict with the Prime Directive in bringing the native onboard. But as Forrest pointed out, “At this point, what difference would it make?” 
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 The Garsolan was very enthusiastic, and insists that he can safely get us back. Not only that, but if we can find a way to tie the ship's sensors into Zharon's machinery, he seems confident that we could even pick our destination. That's a tactical advantage that the Geodesic Fold doesn't give us, and was a big factor in getting myself and the team onboard with the current version of the plan to get back home. If it works, we'll be in great shape. If it doesn't? Well, then no one will ever read this anyway. The Garsolan was very enthusiastic, and insists that he can safely get us back. Not only that, but if we can find a way to tie the ship's sensors into Zharon's machinery, he seems confident that we could even pick our destination. That's a tactical advantage that the Geodesic Fold doesn't give us, and was a big factor in getting myself and the team onboard with the current version of the plan to get back home. If it works, we'll be in great shape. If it doesn't? Well, then no one will ever read this anyway.
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 Side note: I'd never met John Carter before, but I know people who have. They're not exaggerating. I've only known him for about 20 minutes, and I'd follow him anywhere. Forrest is adamant that Carter take command, but he's having none of it. Most ship commanders I've known jump back in the chair as soon as their feet hit deck plates, but Carter doesn't seem to need, or want the position. Still, he's carrying himself as though he knows exactly what to do, and isn't afraid of anything; which matches the stories I've heard. On the other hand, if I'd liberated a planet from swarms of monsters with a single phaser and an alien amazon, I guess I'd feel pretty confident too.  Side note: I'd never met John Carter before, but I know people who have. They're not exaggerating. I've only known him for about 20 minutes, and I'd follow him anywhere. Forrest is adamant that Carter take command, but he's having none of it. Most ship commanders I've known jump back in the chair as soon as their feet hit deck plates, but Carter doesn't seem to need, or want the position. Still, he's carrying himself as though he knows exactly what to do, and isn't afraid of anything; which matches the stories I've heard. On the other hand, if I'd liberated a planet from swarms of monsters with a single phaser and an alien amazon, I guess I'd feel pretty confident too. 
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 ==S02 Log. Addendum.== ==S02 Log. Addendum.==
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 My people are just about done making the adjustments. Blimpy modified a tricorder and Carter's antique communicator to act as a kind of computer patch between the ship's sensors and the mechanical interface Zharon's wormhole device used for plotting coordinates. If you can call it that. The plan is for the Garsolan device to generate a wormhole that will take us from here to Nimbus III.  My people are just about done making the adjustments. Blimpy modified a tricorder and Carter's antique communicator to act as a kind of computer patch between the ship's sensors and the mechanical interface Zharon's wormhole device used for plotting coordinates. If you can call it that. The plan is for the Garsolan device to generate a wormhole that will take us from here to Nimbus III. 
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 Carter and Forrest both seem to think it's out of the way enough that no one will pay attention to us, and Forrest can still get any intel he might need. They've got a point. Nimbus III is a hole in the ass end of space. It's worse than Zegema Beach. It is however close enough to civilization that we can go our separate ways, or maybe fight a civil war against Starfleet. That's not high on my list of things to do today. Then again, neither is folding space-time to make our return trip all but instantaneously. Carter and Forrest both seem to think it's out of the way enough that no one will pay attention to us, and Forrest can still get any intel he might need. They've got a point. Nimbus III is a hole in the ass end of space. It's worse than Zegema Beach. It is however close enough to civilization that we can go our separate ways, or maybe fight a civil war against Starfleet. That's not high on my list of things to do today. Then again, neither is folding space-time to make our return trip all but instantaneously.
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-Next stop, the Planet of Galactic Peace. God help us all.  =/\=  +Next stop, the Planet of Galactic Peace. God help us all.  =/\= 
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 **<Starfleet Operations Command Headquarters. New Orleans, Sol III. Present Day.>** **<Starfleet Operations Command Headquarters. New Orleans, Sol III. Present Day.>**
  
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 Livingston made no response. Livingston made no response.
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 What the Vulcan spymaster didn't know; couldn't know, was that unlike the crew onboard the Akira class ships that deployed Apollo, who had been hand picked by Sutek, Fakunaku, and other highly-placed Hawks specifically for their loyalty to the president and his cause, the Luna class ships had been pressed from the fleet at large, and as such, their crews had not all been so meticulously vetted. Sutek had no idea that Commander Casey Tanaka, Executive Officer of the U.S.S. Ganymede, had made a copy of the sensor data of the attack. She'd been appropriately horrified, and made arrangements for the genocidal genie to be let out of the bottle.                   What the Vulcan spymaster didn't know; couldn't know, was that unlike the crew onboard the Akira class ships that deployed Apollo, who had been hand picked by Sutek, Fakunaku, and other highly-placed Hawks specifically for their loyalty to the president and his cause, the Luna class ships had been pressed from the fleet at large, and as such, their crews had not all been so meticulously vetted. Sutek had no idea that Commander Casey Tanaka, Executive Officer of the U.S.S. Ganymede, had made a copy of the sensor data of the attack. She'd been appropriately horrified, and made arrangements for the genocidal genie to be let out of the bottle.                  
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 The motion was proposed, seconded, and passed unanimously. Then the internal recorders were shut off.    The motion was proposed, seconded, and passed unanimously. Then the internal recorders were shut off.   
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 **<Location: Captain's Ready Room, Deck 1, USS Republic (Luna Class), in orbit of Nimbus III. Present Day, Stardate 62094.3, 1600 hours ship time>** **<Location: Captain's Ready Room, Deck 1, USS Republic (Luna Class), in orbit of Nimbus III. Present Day, Stardate 62094.3, 1600 hours ship time>**
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 As rare as they are, Argelian kitsunes are remarkably similar in physiology to medium-sized Earth rodents such as squirrels and marmots, possessing a furred body and tufted ears, along with whiskered muzzles containing large incisors perfected for gnawing on fruits and nuts. Their hind legs are longer and more powerful than their fore limbs, with the latter possessing tiny hand-like appendages and a developed thumb, giving them versatility for grasping and climbing. Technically classified as marsupials, Argelian kitsunes have a lower body temperature and metabolism than their mammalian counterparts, exhibiting more streamlined and graceful movements rather than being hyperactive and twitchy. In the end, it is their eyes that are the most remarkable, and which set them apart from nearly all other creatures of their size and form. Bearing a pair of red, incandescent visual organs on either side of the head, these marvels of evolution are finely tuned structures enabling near omni-directional sensing, providing an ability to see from the near-ultraviolet, through visible light, and up through the near-infrared region of the EM spectrum. Colloquially dubbed a "birds-to-bats" visio-acuity, these denizens of the planet Argelius II set themselves apart when it comes to perceptiveness and clarity of vision. As rare as they are, Argelian kitsunes are remarkably similar in physiology to medium-sized Earth rodents such as squirrels and marmots, possessing a furred body and tufted ears, along with whiskered muzzles containing large incisors perfected for gnawing on fruits and nuts. Their hind legs are longer and more powerful than their fore limbs, with the latter possessing tiny hand-like appendages and a developed thumb, giving them versatility for grasping and climbing. Technically classified as marsupials, Argelian kitsunes have a lower body temperature and metabolism than their mammalian counterparts, exhibiting more streamlined and graceful movements rather than being hyperactive and twitchy. In the end, it is their eyes that are the most remarkable, and which set them apart from nearly all other creatures of their size and form. Bearing a pair of red, incandescent visual organs on either side of the head, these marvels of evolution are finely tuned structures enabling near omni-directional sensing, providing an ability to see from the near-ultraviolet, through visible light, and up through the near-infrared region of the EM spectrum. Colloquially dubbed a "birds-to-bats" visio-acuity, these denizens of the planet Argelius II set themselves apart when it comes to perceptiveness and clarity of vision.
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 Cromwell's surprise was so total that it took him a few seconds to process who was sitting in the command position on the bridge. Doug Forrest, late of Starfleet Intelligence, and Republic's resident Black Shirt was seated at the centre of the screen. “Nice to see you too, Doctor.” Forrest offered. “I seem to recall that we owe you a shuttle craft.” the operative added nonchalantly. “We picked up a few odds and ends along the way.” He quipped. “I hope you don't mind.” Cromwell's surprise was so total that it took him a few seconds to process who was sitting in the command position on the bridge. Doug Forrest, late of Starfleet Intelligence, and Republic's resident Black Shirt was seated at the centre of the screen. “Nice to see you too, Doctor.” Forrest offered. “I seem to recall that we owe you a shuttle craft.” the operative added nonchalantly. “We picked up a few odds and ends along the way.” He quipped. “I hope you don't mind.”
  
-Leon sat back down and steepled his fingers in front of himself, still puzzled by the scene that was unfolding before him. “Mind isn't the word, exactly, Forrest.” He said. “But you ARE just about the last person I expected to see here.” Cromwell glanced to his right and noted the look of concentration on Graq's face as the science officer was pouring over the sensor data regarding the Galaxy class starship's arrival. “Maybe you can settle something for my Science Officer here.” He said, nodding in Graq's direction. “Did you engineer some kind of Einstein Rosen Bridge to get here? And how is it you actually made it here of all places?”+Leon sat back down and steepled his fingers in front of himself, still puzzled by the scene that was unfolding before him. “Mind isn't the word, exactly, Forrest.” He said. “But you ARE just about the last person I expected to see here.” Cromwell glanced to his right and noted the look of concentration on Graq's face as the science officer was pouring over the sensor data regarding the Galaxy class starship's arrival. “Maybe you can settle something for my Science Officer here.” He said, nodding in Graq's direction. “Did you engineer some kind of Einstein Rosen Bridge? And how is it that you actually made it to this system of all places, let alone in what looks to be a resurrection of our old ship?”  The fact that he was interacting with perhaps the most secretively deviceful member of his Republic Eight comrades probably explained why Leon wasn't more incredulous at the circumstances of their reunion.
  
 Forrest shook his head. “It's complicated.” Forrest answered. He paused to stroke his chin and scan the Luna class vessel's bridge. “I can't help but notice that neither Captain Roth, nor Mr. Hawk are present on your bridge, Doctor.” He observed. “Did you misplace your XO?” Forrest shook his head. “It's complicated.” Forrest answered. He paused to stroke his chin and scan the Luna class vessel's bridge. “I can't help but notice that neither Captain Roth, nor Mr. Hawk are present on your bridge, Doctor.” He observed. “Did you misplace your XO?”
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-LTCR Leon Cromwell, MD, PhD +LTCR Leon Cromwell, MD, PhD\\  
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 USS Republic, NCC-81371 USS Republic, NCC-81371
  
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