I hear R&D is doing well.. er fine and stuff. I hope the Command Staff is having a good time they should always be conscious of what the UCIP body is thinking and feeling. UCIP is a living breathing thing and you always need it to be healthy. So always step aside to think who am I representing? Anyway I think I'll end with posting a log from a very old Versailles mission I have archived. I will be releasing a R&D archival site soon.
Commander Ma'Bor Jetrel, Vaek'Riov Jarik tr'Nerik (Nairrehk)
From: Jeremiah Soran Knight
Soran drummed his fingers on the table, glancing at his chrono. It was almost time... The Task Force would be arriving soon to retake the SuperStation from
Soran called forth the program. He'd readied it since the moment he'd had doubts about whether or not this takeover was right. He knew it might be the only way to save the Station from destruction by the other "un-official" starfleet brigade...
Soran stared at the big red button (he'd always had a special fondness for simplicity) that would activate the final program to cold-shutdown the
main fusion reactors to the station, vent harmless but quite potent anesthetizing gas throughout all key areas of the station, and emplace forcefields around OPS, the Engineering decks of the Super Station, and all Security areas (including weapons lockers and Security break rooms). Only Soran's security clearance could have done this. Only Soran's security clearance could have made the "Shadow Group" a reality. He was fortunate that Za'Kal had agreed to the plan - because only a Rear Admiral or Higher could move Soran from the "Deceased" list to the "Active" list without having to check with one of Starfleet's more... loyal... Admirals. And with that Security clearance, Soran, Za'Kal, and the others had taken over Starfleet.
But Soran had been too arrogant. Too quick. He had done everything too fast and Korin and Spartan and others were intelligent enough to notice, and fight back. And as soon as they did, lives were lost.
Soran POUNDED his fist into the desk. Soran called out to the Computer.. "Activate Log."
The computer beeped an acknowledgement. "Death was NEVER what I was after here. I KNEW that there was some sort of secret spy from the Romulan and Changeling hierarchies *somewhere* within the StarFleet government - or at least there *were* when my trusted informant had told me that a year ago. But it doesn't matter if they have been weeded out recently, or not, because it was obvious to me, at the time, that if Starfleet could be infiltrated, it was not strong enough, not secure enough. And that is STILL what I want, even now. To make Starfleet impervious to infiltration, to make it strong, to weed out the weaker, more susceptible officers in the higher levels and fill the higher echelons with truly loyal officers.
"But no. Za'Kal... and that blasted Commodore Delane... had other plans. Other agendas. Agendas that eventually sealed the fates of 100's of dead officers - OUR OFFICERS!!!" Soran stood up and paced as he spoke. "You cannot strengthen an organization by destroying it's population in the droves. That ... was what caused me to start thinking that my 'Shadow Group' was not the best idea, that it was failing. If only I hadn't moved so...
"Well, 'if only's don't matter now. I have already told Korin and Spartan precisely where to find Za`Kal. I will turn myself in to
the proper authorities, and my logs, including this ... final... log... will be my only testimony in court. As I look back on it, and as I re-read the first logs, I realize I might have been able to do it if I'd been a bit more careful, but the endgame is here now. I failed, and Starfleet will have to remain as strong as it can be, now.
"I am about to activate an endgame program I designed which should imprison and knock unconscious all Shadow Conspirators on the SuperStation. End Log."
"Computer", he called out. "Re-initialize program Soran-Endgame-Three." A big, red button reappeared on his screen, and he leaned forward, took a deep breath, and
He leapt back in shock as a holo-figure popped out of his viewscreen and smiled at him... Za'Kal!
"Oh you dear old fool. Did you actually believe that I'd be stupid enough to allow
such a program to go unnoticed? Even now as I orbit Earth, well on my way to conquer it, I shall take a small moment of my time to laugh at your egotism and stupidity. Goodbye, Mr. Soran."
The holoimage faded, and Soran knew what he'd hear next - and he was right. Behind him, doors opened and Security officers rushed in. In a last-ditch attempt to get out with his life, Soran melted into the floor - Za'Kal did not know that this second, other Soran, was also a Changeling - and had not made appropriate plans.
Soran's changeling matter raced down the air ducts through the SuperStation. Moving at a speed that something which looked like "the blob" should not have moved at, he raced down, down, towards the fusion reactor decks.
He re-congealed on the floor of the lower fusion reactor control deck and several non-comm engineers blinked a few times as he did this. "Who the he--"?
He bit his lip, mumbled an apology, grabbed a phaser from inside his changeling- matter stomach, and shot them all on extra-wide-beam stun. They fell to the floor rather quietly.
He quickly grabbed a computer terminal and executed a manual set of commands which allowed him access directly to the core - a trick nobody was supposed to know how to do. He typed at a speed faster than most humans could ever comprehend as he executed a series of manual commands to do precisely what he'd programmed the computer to do, previously.
His left hand darted to another panel and he activated external sensors from there - DAMMIT, Spartan's fleet was already practically knocking at the door - if he didn't get the power down and the internal forcefields in place, Spartan would think he was even more of a traitor to Starfleet than he did now.
Soran prayed for arrogance on Za'Kal's part... his only hope was Za'Kal forgot to leave a message deactivating Soran's clearance, or Za'Kal thought he would catch Soran so much by surprise that the Sec officers would shoot Soran dead in a nanosecond.
"Computer... Authorization Soran Alpha One One Tango."
The computer whirred, beeped, and finally.. "Acknowledged."
"THANK THE GODS FOR ARROGANCE!!!!"
Soran shapeshifted into a puddle the moment the gasses started pouring in through the vents ,and he seeped through a vent, and coasted through the ducts to the small set of Quarters on Deck 446, where he had agreed to make himself available for beamup and arrest by Fleet Captain Spartan....
Captain Jeremiah Soran Knight - Space Station Versailles