Kre'Torans

BASIC INFO
Home Planet: Kre'Torana
Government: The Supreme Imana of the People (matriarchal monarchy)
Population: 42 billion over 8 planets
Tech Status: Warp-capable
Affiliation: Federation Ally
Race Traits: Physical Strength (All others are negotiable)

PROFILE
Biology
Kre'Torans are a semi-reptilian humanoid race. The biology of Kre'Torans is most greatly signified by their sexual morphology. The species, uniquely, has 8 sexual morphisms: Queen, a fertile female; King, a fertile male; Queen-thrall, an infertile female whos physiology allows her to carry the fertilized eggs in specialized egg sacks; Drone, an infertile female whos specialized tongue carries special enzymes that allow the egg to hatch; Cantor, a special infertile female who exudes special pheromones which are highly pleasurable to all Kre'Torans and determines the morphism of the egg; Soldier, a specialized large sized infertile male who protects the nest. Queens are highly specialized in their physiology. Their bodies are nearly 50 meters in length, almost entirely made up by the huge egg sack, from which fertile eggs are extracted to be placed in Queen-Thralls. Queens are also practically immortal, however, this is limited by the number of eggs they possess. Once they are out of eggs, they live only a few weeks and then die.

Another unique aspect of their physiology is their usage of pure carbon in a crystalline metabolic reaction. As a Kre'Toran gets older, the body begins to exude highly organized carbon chains into diamond formations across the forehead and in a crest over the neck. These protections evolved to defend against the many hostile predators that still infest the crystal forests of their home planet.

Culture
Kre'Toran culture completely revolves around the nests. Some nests approach the size of the largest human cities on Earth. The Great Queen Imana acts as de-facto leader of the species. Most Queens defer to her as she is the eldest among them. Very few know how old she truly is, but it is rumored that she is well over one hundred thousand years old. In her extreme age, she rarely moves from her massive throne chamber, but she entertains visitors constantly.

The Kre'Toran Drones and Soldiers are the ones most readily seen outside the nests. Soldiers possess massive strength, which has caused them to be in great demand for Federation commanders in Starfleet. When Kre'Torana was first visited by the Federation in 2407, they were met by a delegation that included Imana in a special yacht she had designed for the occasion. The Federation scouts were surprised she was as knowledgeable about the Federation as she was, only later finding out that Queens have massive telepathic abilities allowing them to view events across several light years. A treaty was established within hours, and Drones and Soldiers were provided to Starfleet as a courtesy.

With a moment alone, Edgar finished his tea and went back to the bridge. "Mr. Solek, what's the status of our crewmen?"

"Captain I'm pleased to announce that Mr. Troi has passed the test and Admiral Quinn has now formally approved the promotion to ensign that was pending the outcome."

"Oh that's great! How's Crewman Guyton faring?" Solek frowned at his captain's inquiry.

"Her behavior and written test results imply that she will not pass." Solek explained.

"Understood. Has Starfleet Medical gotten back to us regarding our request for a new medical officer?"

Solek frowned. "Yes, captain. All they can spare is a young Cardassian."

Some of the present crewmen on the bridge turned in shock at Solek's remark. Edgar opened his mouth to speak, paused, then spoke. "Bring him aboard." More crewmen stared at the captain and first officer. "If the crew have a problem, they can note it in their log. As far as I'm concerned, this ship is being structured to be a bunch of misfits, so why not embrace our diversity?"

Solek wanted to smile at the captain's remark, but he merely nodded. "Aye, sir. I'll notify his commanding officer of the request."

---

On the surface of the planet in Starfleet Medical, Turek's commander approached him near his station. "Ensign I'd like a word with you."

The CO began walking to his office expecting Turek to follow quickly, which the young Cardassian did so at a quickened jog to catch up. "Sir, if this is about the gene therapy treatment I used on nurse Kelly to resolve her astigmatism I can assure you I know what I was doing."

The two individuals entered the office and shut the door. "Turek...we have been in this office discussing your actions far too often over the past three months. I think it would be best if you were away from Starfleet Medical for a while."

"Sir, I don't fare well on space ships..."

"Well, then maybe you can whip up some gene therapy to get over that issue. My hands are tied on this, the New Orleans has requested you in her sick bay. She is scheduled to leave orbit in ten minutes, but they're waiting on you. Dismissed."

Turek left the office feeling rejected and passed off. No one spoke to him as he traversed the corridors of Starfleet medical, finally arriving at the transport bay to take him to his apartment building. Inside, he noted how fond he was of the place, in spite of it's rather Spartan accommodations. He threw as much into a single duffle bag as he could manage. Before he left, he glanced over his home and shut off the lights.

---

It was a short walk from the transporter room on the spacedock to the New Orleans. Upon arrival, he saw Edgar and Solek waiting for him at the entrance. "Dr. Turek, I presume?"

"Yes. Is the captain available I would like to speak with him soon." Turek stated, looking very preoccupied.

"Doctor, I am the captain." Edgar stated. "Edgar Calvin, nice to meet you."

Turek stared at Edgar with disdain, "So you're the reason I've been pulled off solid ground?"

Edgar's eyes narrowed. "Doctor, welcome aboard the New Orleans. When you're done settling in, report to the bridge. We'll discuss this matter then. Solek, do you mind showing the doctor where his quarters are?" Solek nodded, and Edgar spun on his heels to walk briskly back to the bridge.

"This way, doctor." Solek indicated the opposite direction. Turek felt like he was eating foot.

"I wish to retract my earlier comment. It was unnecessary."

Solek turned to see what Turek was saying, "Please remember in future conversations that the captain was far less opposed to bringing you aboard as chief medical officer than I was. As it stands, consider it retracted. These are your quarters."

Turek looked inside the room he was assigned, glazed at the fact he was appointed chief medical. "Understood...sir."

[[Episode 1.3]

Captain's Log, Stardate 87728.9: Repairs to the New Orleans have been completed...again. Chief Engineer Ishii has shown his value many times while getting the repair teams and engineering staff working at full capacity. A side note, the emergency return to Earth has allowed us the opportunity to finally obtain a full crew compliment. It feels strange to be a mere Lieutenant and already in command of such a vessel and crew.

"Computer, end log. What's the status of Crewman Guyton and Troi's Bridge Officer training?"

"Crewman Guyton and Crewman Troi are performing the practical test."

"Inform me when they've completed."

"Acknowledged." The computer beeped the command confirmation and proceeded to go silent. The door chimed shortly after.

"Enter." Edgar said, allowing the doors to open and reveal Ambassador Sokketh standing there. "Ambassador...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"There is no pleasure in my presence, Lieutenant. I came to inquire to the nature of this voyage. Will I actually get to P'Jem this time, or are you planning to confine me to quarters and go play hero again?"

Edgar's eyes narrowed. "Ambassador, my orders are strictly to ensure your safety while taking you to the monastery on P'Jem. It did not say anything about your comfort level or making sure you were pampered. If you wanted a better ship or a different captain, you should make the request to Admiral Quinn."

Sokketh stomped towards the door shouting, "I made such a request and he denied me."

Edgar let the ambassador leave the ready room, where Chief Engineer Ishii stood waiting to enter. "Come in Ensign, sit down."

"Thank you Sir." Aron-Mu said as he sat on the couch. "I wanted to inform you all engineer teams are now operating at acceptable standards. We're ready to launch on your order."

"Excellent news. I'll have Mr. Troi send a request to traffic control once he returns from the Bridge Officer certification." Edgar said, moving to the replicator. "Sweet Tea, iced."

"Sir, permission to speak candidly?" Edgar nodded at the request. "Is there a reason you've yet to stop by engineering to give a visual approval?"

Edgar looked up from his glass and tried to read Aron's body language. "Is there something you haven't written in your reports?"

"No sir, I just thought you would want to see if I was running things efficiently." Aron stated, sounding a slight embarrassed about the comment now. Edgar picked up a PADD and examined the report it read.

"You've got crew productivity up 300%?"

"Most of that increase is from the labor influx, sir." Aron-Mu dismissed.

"And would you not be counted as part of that labor influx?"

"No, sir, I would..."

"Then the arrival of the labor influx is a moot point. I see no need to micromanage such efficiency. Do you need the visual approval?" Edgar asked, taking a sip.

"No sir...I guess not." Aron-Mu responded, now feeling completely embarrassed. "I should get back to engineering."

"Understood; dismissed." Edgar replied watching Aron-Mu stand and leave the ready room. "Ensign Ishii..."

The ensign turned, concern wore his face at what the captain would say next. Edgar simply smiled, "It's good to have you on board, Ensign. Keep up the good work."

Aron-Mu smiled in relief, "Thank you, sir."

alternatively, there is this one:

http://www.hillschmidt.de/gbr/sternenzeit.htm

gives a date fairly close to the method listed above...

For those interested in making an Enhasan character or bridge officer, this is the template Chemkarate is using and I've referenced. Cheers!

Memory alpha

I kind of doctored mine a wee bit but I love DS9 too, so here's my favorite view ;)

Following the meeting, Maggie returned to her lab and continued going over her notes from the interviews she had conducted with the bridge crew. After a time, she looked up from the padd and decided to replay one she had recently been reviewing.

"Computer, activate holoprojectors and replay interview file 'Borg Attack on Vega Colony, Dr. Chet Redwing.'. Begin at the chapter 'Attack on Medical'."

The computer chirped an affirmative and created a holographic version of Redwing in the chair he had been sitting in when Maggie had originally conducted the interview. Maggie's own disembodied voice began the reprisal with a question.

"So you were in the Pandora's medical bay when the Bord began boarding the ship?"

Redwing nodded and his eyes drifted slightly downward as memories of the attack came flooding back. "Yeah. Dr. T'vol and I were taking care of people who had been injured as a result of ship-to-ship fighting. Without warning, Borg started appearing in the medical bay. I remember Dr. T'vok and I immediately looking at each other and knowing we were thinking the same thing: Crusher Manuever."

"Crusher Maneuver? A flight pattern?"

Redwing let out a laugh and shook his head. "No no, not that kind of maneuver. The Crusher Maneuver is a name that we jokingly give to a standard procedure used in case of Borg attacks on a medical bay. You activate the holographic crew and have them distract the Borg while the organic staff and patients escape through a rear escape route. For reasons that aren't entirely understood, the Borg can't seem to recognize that its just a hologram. It doesn't work very long, but it buys precious seconds, especially now that we have holographic security details that can wield weapons. Dr. Beverley Crusher came up with more than 30 years ago and its been taught at Starfleet Medical ever since."

"Ah, I see. So you activated the ESH detail in the medical bay to counter the Borg invasion. What happened next?"

"Well, actually, we activated the EMH and handed him a phaser. The Pandora's medical bay doesn't have the holographic projection capability for an entire security detail. Anyway, with the Borg already in Medical, we had to do instant triage. All walking wounded were directed toward the rear exit, which thankfully the Borg hadn't beamed in front of. I grabbed a wounded patient that could walk with assistance and helped them to the exit. Dr. T'vol went to do the same... but... she was intercepted by a drone. I... I couldn't do anything, so I got my patient into the exit and locked it behind me. Seven patients got out... the other five were assimilated along with Dr. T'vol."

"Assimilated? That's unusual. Borg boarding parties don't usually assimilate small groups of individuals, especially not those deemed to be a threat."

"They also don't normally board and invade the medical bay. When they do..."

"It's to take over a ship. But these Borg didn't stick around. Other crew members I've interviewed have all said that the Borg boarded, attacked, and then beamed back out."

Redwing nodded. "Yup. I noticed the same thing when I talked to others after the attack. There's one other item I noticed that you might be interested in. You've checked the crew manifest, right? To see what members of the crew were abducted by the Borg?"

"Of course. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. All crew that were abducted were taken from the areas the Borg beamed into: the Bridge, Engineering, Medical, and Security."

"That's right. Here's the thing though: cross-reference that with the inventory that was taken when we got back to Earth Stardock. There were huge numbers of supplies missing from Engineering, Medical, and Security. I found that out after doing my inventory of Medical and finding a bunch of stuff missing. My interest was piqued and I looked at the entire inventory when it was completed." Redwing cocked an eyebrow. "Haven't you read my report yet?"

"Well... no... not yet. I haven't had time. I wanted to get this out of the way first."

"Well, take a look at it. You'll also discover that the Borg beamed into another area that no one noticed, because no one was there at the time: the cargo bay."

"The cargo bay!?" came Maggie's disembodied voice with an incredulous tone. "That's... highly improbable. That has never been a target in any recorded Borg boarding."

"Hey, I'm just telling you what I've observed. Either that was the Borg, or someone on board is a an opportunist without a shred of scruples. Between those two choices, I'm going with the Borg."

Maggie looked away from the hologram of Dr. Redwing and back to her terminal. "Computer, end playback. Display all ship items that were indicated as 'missing' after the Borg attack on the Pandora."

Maggie's terminal blinked to life with a list of items and quantities. She examined the list carefully, looking for any trends or abnormalities. The first thing that struck her was that a number of the stolen items, especially from the cargo bay, were very common and not remotely close to contraband. There were even a number of high-nutrition food packs that were taken, which had practically no value even in legal transactions. Most of the engineering supplies were pretty mundane as well; plasma conduit packs and the like.

"If this was the work of an opportunistic thief, it's a really bad one," she muttered. "This is more like a... no, that's impossible."

She scanned the list a few more times, but she kept coming to the same conclusion. This wasn't the haul of a thief looking to make a quick buck. This looked more like the work of someone who was trying to survive.

Captain's Log, Stardate 87723.2

We have picked up a number of new crew assignments to the Pandora at Starbase 117. It is comforting to no longer be in command of a starship that is operating on a skeleton crew, but is instead fully staffed. Of course, this also means that we have received our first standing order from Starfleet. I must admit, given the conversation I had with Liuetenant Matoya upon her arrival, I am surprised at their nature. However, I must admit some relief that I will have more time to prepare this crew for the work I believe Starfleet has in mind for us.

Oren-De entered the conference room and allowed himself a small smile at the sight. All six of his bridge officers were present, and it was a reminder that he was finally in command of something more than a skeleton crew. The Pandora now had the necessary resources to conduct its work for Starfleet, and it gave the Enhasan no small amount of satisfaction to know that. It just felt right, and Oren-De was confidant that the ship and her crew would soon be operating at peak efficiency. War'en in particular noticed Oren-De's grin and raised an eyebrow at it, though he could only wonder at what was the cause for this rare show of emotion. Sometime he found himself wondering if Enhasans weren't just Vulcans with cranial bone grafts and skin coloration.

"Lieutenant Matoya," he began as he took his seat, "what is the status of your interviewing project?"

Maggie was practically beaming as she looked around the table. "I'm pleased to report that in the last few days I was able to complete all the necessary interviews. I'd like to thank everyone for being so cooperative, especially given the difficult nature of the subject. I know that these memories aren't pleasant for any of you."

Redwing couldn't help but glance over at Talona, who was now looking down intensely at her padd. However, he was more surprised to notice, out of the corner of his eye, that Shrel was also looking at her. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn it was out of concern.

Wow... maybe the big lug actually does have a shred of empathy in there.

Oren-De didn't seem to notice the exchange between his officers as he moved the meeting on. "I am glad to hear that, Lieutenant Matoya. On a related note, I have been impressed with how well this ship has been functioning since I came aboard. I was initially worried there might be some problems with the crew working together with the recent influx of new personnel, but I am relieved to see that has not been the case."

The officers nodded but didn't verbally respond to the compliment. From behind his visor, Will looked around the room. Despite, or perhaps because of, the unique way that he saw the room, he wasn't entirely sure that Oren-De's assessment of the crew was correct. Still, this wasn't the time or place to be disagreeing this his new captain, so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"Our standing orders have come in from Starfleet," Oren-De continued. "We are to assist with patrol of sectors along the border between the Federation and the Klingon Empire. The Klingons and their allies have taken advantage of the distraction afforded by the Borg attack on Vega, and Starfleet feels that an increased presence is needed to protect worlds and ships in that area. We are currently enroute to the Eta Eridani sector. With that in mind, all departments should be operating under hostile patrol protocols, as we may have little notice prior to a Klingon encounter. Are there any questions?"

The staff shook their heads. The rest of the meeting continued with little incident, much to Oren-De's satisfaction.

Cheers - have now got it sorted - something to do with the vagaries of Microsoft I.E that I have - I love you Bill Gates.... am now running through Safari n its working fine :lol:

Freedom Server, but not played in awhile. if STO is good, i won't be back to COH for awhile yet.


I was in COH since the first closed BETA, and have loved it.. but I get kind of bored with the 'end game' content. They do everythign else right, though!

I have to admit, I get bored with games once I've achieved what is available (without worrying about every badge or accolade.. sometimes, I just don't care about the small fry)

Anyway, my global is @Prelate

I am a veteran of EVE as well.. but shut my account off in october. I got burned out, after 13 months of hardcore play. I'll be back though

Sims 3 is the first Sim game I've ever tried, and I have to say, I loved it! I was expecting to not enjoy it, but spent a lot of time last summer living the sim life!

Sounds like fun. I've got a bit of comic book xp under my belt, and I can help with writing, graphics, "acting," or whatever.

Just let me know!

[Episode 1.2]

Chief Science Officer's Log, Stardate 87715.0

It has been several days since I joined the crew of the USS Pandora and I've finished settling in. This is my first post in a non-research setting, but I'm excited. I am hopeful that here I won't have to deal with the nonsense and bullshit that is so common among academics. True, the facilities are much less than what I would prefer, but I know that I'll be able to do some good, real work out here. With that in mind, today I will begin conducting my interviews of the Pandora crew regarding their experiences with the strange Borg that attacked the Vega colony several weeks ago. I have decided to start with the bridge crew.

"Please, sit down Mr. Lok. You know why you're here, correct?"

War'en took a seat across from Lieutenant Matoya in her small lab. The Pandora wasn't equipped with a full-scale science laboratory, or even a medium-scale one, like a science vessel. It provided for only the most common and basic analytical tools that would be necessary for the kind of investigations that Starfleet tended to encounter in the vastness of space. He would have felt sorry for her if it wasn't for the fact that she had been surprisingly happy about her assignment to the Pandora since arriving. Then again, Margaret Matoya was unlike most scientists War'en had met. She even had Shrel talking about her, which alone was a herculean feat.

"Yes, I know. Also, feel free to call me War'en outside of work. I'm not big on social formality."

"Neither am I, War'en. Call me Maggie," she replied with a grin. "Now, just to let you know, this is being recorded by the computer. Are you ready to begin?"

War'en simply nodded. Maggie looked down at her computer console as she brushed a lock of wavy black hair out of her face, taking a comfortable yet authoritative position.

"Begin recording. Subject, Borg attack on Vega colony. Interviewee, Lieutenant Commander War'en Lok. Lieutenant Commander, please describe what you experienced when the Pandora responded to the distress call from the Federation colony on Vega."

War'en looked down as he gathered his thoughts. He had known that this was coming since Captain Oren-De had briefed them on it following Maggie's arrival several days ago, so he had spent some time in his quarters after his shift reflecting on the matter. It had been a strange change, because until then he had done his best to shut it out. Finally, War'en took a breath and began.

"When the Pandora received the distress call, I was in Engineering going about my rounds. Captain Jacobs announced over the comm system that Starfleet had received a distress call from Vega. The colony was being attacked by the Borg and Starfleet was sending us, as well as a number of other ships, to intercept and evacuate the colony if necessary. At that point, everyone went on alert and began preparing for the worst."

"The worst?"

War'en nodded, a sad smirk on his face. "You learn at the Academy that an encounter with the Borg isn't like with the Klingons, or the Romulans, or even the Dominion. Despite the technological leaps made by the Federation since our first run-in with them nearly a half-century ago, they're still way ahead of us. Even though I'd never fought the Borg before, I knew what to expect: heavy damage, lots of casualties, and a significant chance of death... or assimilation..."

Maggie noticed that War'en softly trailed off on that last part. His eyes seemed to defocus for a moment. She knew what was happening. She'd seen it in the other survivors that she had interviewed since beginning her work studying the Borg. War'en was remembering the sight of someone being assimilated. Maggie waited patiently until, a few moments later, War'en suddenly came back out of the memory and gave her an apologetic look.

"Sorry. I... got distracted there."

"Don't worry about it. Please continue."

War'en cleared his throat and proceeded, adopting a more formal tone. "When the attack began, Engineering was a flurry of activity. Most people would describe it as chaos, but there's actually a fine harmony underneath it all. Everyone knows their own responsibilities and skills, as well as those of their crewmates. Despite the ship taking significant damage, we responded well. The real chaos didn't start until the first Borg started beaming in. That was when 'all hell broke loose', as Chief Li used to say. For most of the attack, it was just us versus them. The first security detail didn't even arrive until five minutes in, probably because they were too busy dealing with the Borg en route. And we were one of the first priorities to secure. We eventually fought them off though. About another five minutes after the detail arrived, they inexplicably beamed off the ship, taking their... prisoners... with them. Chief Li was one of them... so... I became the new acting Chief. I was in command of Engineering for 30 seconds before I was informed that Captain Jacobs, along with many of the senior officers, had been killed or taken, and that I was the first remaining person in the chain of command. Hearing that, I went to the Bridge and... well, pretty much just did damage control."

Maggie looked at him quizzically. "Only 'damage control'? Weren't the Borg still a threat?"

War'en shook his head. "By that point, there were almost no active Borg ships. Most had been heavily damaged or completely destroyed. I didn't see the battle, so I was just as surprised as you were. Even down in Engineering, I wasn't doing much actual fighting. I got off a few shots, but most of the time I was taking cover and keeping power flowing to shields and weapons. It sounds cowardly, but have you ever tried to reroute power during a full-scale assault on your workspace? It's a miracle I wasn't killed or assimilated along with half of Engineering."

"I see. Do you have anything else to add, especially regarding the behavior of the Borg you did personally encounter?"

War'en thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Honestly... I don't remember too many specifics about them. The attack is really a blur. I guess... that's what makes me an engineer. I mostly remember the damage they caused and having to repair it."

War'en frowned and let out a sigh.

"Too bad there's some things that just can't ever be fixed."

According to their website, they are supporting TMT.
TMT was the fleet that confused me during open beta and told me to talk in their channel and join their fleet.

Ah, I see now, we are in league with Stonwall Champions. Taint dumped them because they are a bunch of tards. Taint now supports, Tmt and Stonewall family.

So it looks like we are in league with Stonewall Champions. Ok I did just call them tards, but some of them are really nice. Unfortuantely they turned alot of people off with their little group of A++ raiders.

Hopefully STO will not have all of the class issues and bickering since there are only 3.

PhilC,

What browser are you using? Try clearing your cache and internet files. The Add Friend button, I believe, uses JavaScript. Do you have that activated in your Privacy Settings?

I haven't the foggiest what could be causing that error, but I went ahead and added you to the group through the back end.

Ok, so this is the error message breakdown I get when I try to join the "Florida Fleeties" group. Any ideas on how to fix this on my end? Or is this a webpage issue?


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((That wraps up the first episode of Star Trek: Pandora! I hope you enjoyed reading it. I can't wait to get to more of the episodes that reveal more about the Pandora's crew, what happened during the Vega attack, and what lies in store for them.))