Welcome everyone to the 1st
episode of the USS Cordelia. I hope this will be a fun experience for all of us. Please review the Edict before posting to the role-play, especially the Game-Mastering Laws. I have tried to limit my game-mastering of each of your characters to a minimum. If you are interested in taking on an NPC, let me know. As you already know, the title of this episode is called Bonanza
. The Cordelia
is on its maiden voyage to the Gamma Quadrant to drop of supplies to the construction site of Deep Space 10
and pick up the remainder of its crew on Deep Space 9
and on New Bajor. An old traveling Ardanan miner, named Andro, becomes rich after finding a latinum mine on New Bajor. This find sparks a latinum rush, of off-worlders trying to get rich, on New Bajor. However, a series of accidents begin to plague the off-worlder prospectors to the point that the New Bajoran government has asked the Federation to look into the matter.
This episode will tie into the Firebird Fleet story arc: The Coalition
. For those of you who are not aware, the Coalition is a group of renegades who attacked Earth and Earth's starbase in December of 2380. Since then, the Federation has sent out the U.S.S. Valkyrie
to hunt down and bring this group to justice. Cordelia
will not have a major part in this fleet story arc since we are in the Gamma Quadrant, which is why this will be the only episode that will deal with them. If you have any questions about the story arc, please message me. Enjoy the episode!
The running splashing rocky river made it difficult for the gray-haired, long-bearded humanoid to capture water in his silver cylindrical canteen without risking falling onto the nearby sharp rocks. Overcome with thirst, the male humanoid attempted to kneel on a soaked rock, allowing his burnt sienna pants to become damp. As he did so, the man's footing gave way; he slipped and landed on the large flat rock he had wanted to kneel from.
“That's bound to leave a few bruises,” he spoke to himself, placing his hands on the rock to prepare to lift himself up. As he turned his head, the man noticed an unusual curvature along the side of the mountain. “What have we here.”
After picking himself back up, he crossed the shallow cool running river and began to examine what he had seen. Pulling out a machete-like object, he cut through the overgrowth surrounding the unusual rocky curvature. Each slice of overgrowth brought a coolness from within the rock. He could feel something laid wait inside.
Once he had cleared the way, the gray-haired, long bearded man entered. The light had penetrated deep inside, illuminating a petrous terra-cotta cave with scattered stalactites and stalagmites. Towards the darkened area, the man noticed a few sparkles. He moved cautiously, holding his machete-like object in one hand and his cylindrical canteen in the other. Approaching the source of the sparkles, the man spotted a pool of metallic liquid.
Curious of the liquid metal, he took his canteen and carefully dipped the opening into the pool. Capturing some of the liquid, he walked towards the light for a better view. The brightness of New Bajor's Sun's rays reflected from the liquid's surface onto the man's face. Looking back at the argent liquid, the man began to laugh loudly with delight.
From behind a thick brush on the shore of the running river, another male humanoid, cloaked in a charcoaled robe, spied the long-bearded man laughing inside the once hidden cavern. The male humanoid swiftly pulled out a pistol and fired at the rocks above the opening of the cave. Within seconds, the entrance was sealed and the male humanoid, gone. All that remained were floating dust particles surrounding the sealed entrance.
's bridge was much different than its predecessors. Though it retained the mix of Galaxy
- and Sovereign
-class configuration, the colors of the doors, walls, panels, and ceiling took on a beige Galaxy
-class look rather than the dark gray of the Sovereign
-class. With the dismantling of Section 31 and the end of the Dominion War, Starfleet wanted their newer ships to reflect the ideals of the Federation through its internal décor. The Cordelia
would be one of those ships that would cater to first contacts and diplomats as part of its exploratory mission in the Gamma Quadrant. Having a pleasant environment could make a difference in making friends or creating enemies.
Stepping onto the bridge from the front port-side door to the captain's ready room, Brenda Evette Ramirez made her way to the cocoa command chair at the center of the bridge. She had spent most of the morning reviewing the data provided to her by Starfleet Command concerning the cargo she was to drop off at the construction site of Deep Space 10
, on the other side of the Bajoran Wormhole. As she was about to sit, the helm officer, a Deltan female by the name of Tia, announced, while activating the holographic viewscreen, “Captain, we will be within range of Deep Space 9
within a minute.”
Remembering her previous flight aboard the derlict-like Defiant
-class starship Firebird
, Captain Ramirez walked over to the helm control and said, “I'll take the helm, Lieutenant.”
The bald Deltan female gave her new captain a curious look as she removed herself from the console. It had been the first time she had been asked to relinquish her position by a captain. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but stood by Brenda's side as she took control over the Cordelia
-class vessel exited out of warp some kilometers away from the formerly christened Terok Nor
. At slow impulse, Cordelia
glided around the station to make its approach towards Docking Bay 5. The last time Ramirez maneuvered a ship on that similar path, she had been fighting against a poorly constructed engine and propulsion system. The crew aboard that ship were lucky to have docked safely, but it did leave a sour taste in Ramirez's mouth; a taste she was about to sweeten with her new stable starship.
It took only a few seconds to complete the glide and resume standard docking procedures. She had given the viewers on the promenade a better glimpse of her piloting capabilities she had demonstrated to her former commanding officer, Captain Michael Derick Hemingway, time and time again. In her mind, the wobbling of the Firebird
's entrance to Deep Space 9
's space had been corrected with Cordelia
“Great job, Captain,” an excited semi-masculine-feminine voice came from the ops position.
Ensign Gina Carter, a pre-op male-to-female transgendered woman, had been assigned the ops position prior to departure from Earth. She was one of the few human transgendered individuals in Starfleet that Ramirez knew. The idea of men turning into women and vice versa had come a long way from the the 20th
Century. Most individuals could undergo genetic reassignment to become the individuals they were inside. However, like 20th
Century Earth days, counseling, consultation, and medical permission was still required before such procedures could be done. Gina had fulfilled enough of the requirements during her Academy days that Starfleet granted her request to be treated and designated as female with the annotation of being transgendered.
Turning her attention to the Carter, Brenda replied and smiled, “Thank you, Ensign.” Looking back at the female Deltan, she added as she stood up from the helm console, “Thank you, Lieutenant.”
Tia didn't understand why she was receiving a compliment, but took it as a good sign, “You are...welcome, Captain.”
Ramirez had that feeling again, where she thought she saw Tia naked in front of her. It was a very pleasant erotic feeling, if even it was her imagination getting the better of her. Quickly dismissing the thought, she returned to her command chair where Commander Samuel Marshall and Dr. Jill Peters sat adjacent.
“That was a nice performance, Captain,” Dr. Peters commented with a smile.
“Just a little something before I get tied down to business,” Brenda noted.
“How long will we be docked here?” The executive officer of the Cordelia
inquired of Ramirez.
“We have a few hours before we need to depart to the wormhole,” she answered. “You are welcome to visit the station if you like.”
“I might just do that,” Marshal replied.
“Captain, Deep Space 9
reports that they have issued a boarding call through out the station for the awaiting crew of the Cordelia
,” informed Ensign Carter.
“Good. Keep me apprised of our status, Ensign. I will be in Seven Forward. Cmdr, you have the bridge.” With that, Brenda stood up from her cocoa chair, walked towards the starboard end of the bridged, and entered the turbolift.
Shren watched his captain leave the bridge. The blue skinned Andorian didn't really have much to say with Ramirez's performance. After all, his job was security and tactical. Though he was impressed at how well she maneuvered the ship. Perhaps things would be different aboard the Cordelia
. He had some issues on the last ship he was on, especially with his former captain. The hope was that this new assignment would finally let him be the officer he truly was inside.
Seven Forward had a few off duty crew members lingering and dining when Brenda entered. Some of the off duty crew decided to take a visit aboard the station while others remained aboard. For it size, the lounge appeared very spacious, and the bar very similar to the Galaxy
-class version of Ten Forward.
Interrupted from her train of thought, an orange-white being spoke, “Welcome, Captain. May I get you something?”
“Ra-Kin,” Brenda recognized the Caitian male bartender, “set me up with some French toast, eggs, and bacon with some orange juice. I will take it near the table by the window.” She had met Ra-Kin at the transporter station where the two were beamed aboard Cordelia
, back on Earth. She found him to be very interesting, in a Zen master way.
“Will do,” he replied as he began make the preparations behind the bar and Brenda walked over to her table.
“Where do I find Docking Bay 5?” A soft spoken, timid Nadjor asked a Ferengi bartender aboard Deep Space 9
The short Ferengi looked Nadjor over. He was wearing the newest blue Starfleet uniform, carrying a duffel bag, and had a datapad in his hand. “A Federation Cardassian,” the Ferengi shook his head and spoke, “what is this universe coming to?” He paused and continued. “It is going to cost you.”
“I don't have any money to pay,” Nadjor looked downward as he replied.
“You come to my establishment, ask for directions, and have not the latinum to pay me,” the Ferengi began cleaning glasses behind the bar counter. “You see the sign,” the Ferengi pointed. “It says Quarks
. I am Quark. You come back when you can pay, and I will help you with your troubles.”
“That won't be necessary,” a green skinned female intervened as she approached the bar. She too was wearing a Starfleet uniform, only her's was red. “I am Lieutenant Devaa. I too am on my way to Docking Bay 5.”
The Lieutenant's sensual voice caught Nadjor and Quark off guard. The two traced the contours of her curves with their fixated eyes. She had a sexy hourglass figure. Her hair long, straight, and green. For the two, it was like a fantasy had come to life. Devaa had known that look time and time again. Many men in her career path became easily captivated by her features, but none truly attempted to know the true woman behind the sensual mask. It was a curse to her; one she had hoped would disappear with time and age, but how long should would have to wait was anyone's guess.
“I believe we need to be going, Ensign,” she took Nadjor by the arm and led him out of Quarks
. To her favor—for the moment, she out ranked Nadjor and that was all she needed for him to do as she asked.
Vianna Ulari looked out towards space from the main floor of the promenade as she stood near one of the main viewing windows. She had been attracted to the stars at an early age. She had been quite fascinated with space that she left her home world when she was of age and joined Starfleet Academy. Unfortunately, most of her career had been spent deep within the ships she served on, repairing internal components in various Jefferies tubes. Secretly she longed to join away missions and spend time out in the vacuum of space. Her new assignment to the Cordelia
brought hopes that maybe she could finally live her dream.
As she took a step back, she accidentally bumped into another Starfleet Lieutenant wearing a male version of the gold uniform she was wearing. “Excuse me. I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay,” the bearded Lt. replied.
“You wouldn't happen to be a member of the U.S.S. Cordelia
, would you?” She queried the officer.
The Lt replied, “Actually, I am on my way to Docking Bay 5.” He put out his hand and shook Vianna's. “I am Lieutenant Cael Forge.”
“Nice to meet you, Lt,” the dark skinned Haliian female said with a smile. “I am Lieutenant Vianna Ulari. Do you mind if I accompany you?”
“Not all, Lt.” Forge replied as the two began their stroll towards Docking Bay 5.
Tapping his golden metallic arrowhead communicator, Lieutenant Commander Raneri, a Fabrini male humanoid, contacted from within sickbay, “Raneri to Dr. Peters.”
“Go ahead, Dr. Raneri,” Peter's voice vibrated through Raneri's communicator.
“Sorry to disturb you, but I would like to travel to the space station before our departure to pick up a few things. Would you mind if I did so?” The Fabrini male asked as he finished cleaning up sickbay. The medical room had a Galaxy
- and Intrepid
-class feel to it. The ship had also been outfitted with two emergency holographic programs—a Mark XV Emergency Medical Hologram and a Mark II Emergency Engineering Hologram. Both holographic program appearances were customizable. “I could activate the EMH in my absence.”
“That won't be necessary, Doctor,” Jill answered. “You may go. I have a few things I need to attend to over there. Enjoy yourself. Peters, out.”
Raneri had wanted to take a look to see what types of items he could find on the station to add to his personal medicine bag. Plus, he had wanted to chat with Dr. Bashir about his experiences in the Gamma Quadrant before they left. Raneri was an individual who tried to be prepared for any given situation. He was always the Boy Scout you could depend on, and he took the Hippocratic Oath very seriously. Medicine was apart of his people, apart of his family, and apart of who he was. His duty—his mission—was to comfort and heal the sick while keeping the fit healthy.Lt Iana Ja'El, Personal Log, Stardate 58863.86
It did not take me as long as I thought to reach my quarters. I had expected the
Luna-class to be somewhat gigantic like the
Sovereign-class. To my surprise, the ship was smaller, not to mention my quarters, which are located on Deck 4. I am not sure if that is a good or bad thing. I am certain Patrick would find something wrong with this place, this ship. He always wanted the best for me, and I really do miss him. I only wished he understood why I needed to do this. Yes, there were plenty of opportunities in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. We could have served on the same ship. Hell, I could have just said, “Yes,” to his marriage proposal. Maybe I could have been happy?
The passion and the sex were wonderful. Even now...I can not help but enjoy the those pleasurable moments. He was very good in bed, but he could be such an ass. Everything was wrong. Nothing was ever good enough. The bitching...the complaining...the negativism... How could I have fallen for a fallible Human? Sure he had a big Human...what do they call it...dick. And I loved the attention he gave me...the trips...the nights out...the dinners... But I hated that temper of his...every other word...“fuck” this...“fuck” that... In away, I am glad that I took this position. Maybe in time, he will mellow out, and maybe...just maybe...I can be with him.
Captain Vel Qua, U.S.S. Firebird (NCC-94123)
Captain Laci Delgado, U.S.S. Valkyrie (NCC-77509)
Captain Brenda Ramirez, U.S.S. Cordelia (NCC-94776)
Captain Tiffany Logan, U.S.S. Stargate (NCC-94028)