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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Melanie Hall (Chief of Security) in Main Sim-Deep Space Nine-Meeting of Mystery

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As the Command Staff materialized on Deep Space Nines Ops Transporter pad. They were greeted by a Bajoran with a slender frame and angular features, her dark hair was worn in a long Ponytail, and she had the typical Bajoran earing hanging on her right ear, her blue eyes sparkled eagerly. “Welcome to DS9, I am commander Aria!” she said offering a hand to each of the officers to shake in turn starting at the captain and working her way down the ranks.

Bob shook the Commander’s hand when it was offered and gave a warm smile. He had never been to DS9 but he hears all about it. He wished he had the time to look around properly another time perhaps. He thought to himself.

“If you will follow me! The Admiral is in an uproar, something big is happening and I was told to get you to the meeting quickly, there is one more ship that still has not beamed her staff over though, so the meeting will begin once the USS Pickett gets their rears in gear!” the commander said, clearly showing some annoyance with the Picketts crew. The USS Pickett was named after an ancient Earth General, though nobody really could explain why this particular General had gotten a starship named after him, especially if one was to look at his record. but that was the secret known only the the Chief of Starfleet Operations.

They were lead to a meeting room, that was jam-packed with other beings. Consisting of the command staff of 6 Klingon ships, 4 Starfleet ships, and 3 Romulan ships! the table and chairs normally in this room had been removed. leaving it as standing room only. Captain Andreassen however, would be aware of not only the Federation Captains but also the Klingon ones they all were up-and-coming hot shots. mostly new to their commands but those who had shown great promise as the next generation of leaders. this of course made Freja the Senior captain here.

There was Captain Selina Roth of the USS Cthullhu(Mythology Class) She was a human of average height and a strong build. her brown hair was short and cropped, she was the most professional-looking one in the room at least out of the Federation captains. then there was Jhali Sh’Shikress an Andorian, and the captain of the USS Oak Ridge(Manhattan Class) she had her Ushann Tor out and was sharpening it. The Captain of the USS Lister(Nightengale Class) Jiaze Motnen a Joined Trill, Then There was Captain T’Mora of the USS Tribute(Memorial Class) a Caitian with sleek golden fur and Amber eyes she was leaning against a wall and talking with one of the Klingons who seemed to know her.

The Klingon Captains seemed to gather around one in particular. that one was Commander Kromak, The toughest Female Klingon Commander in an age! with her was Commanders Morak, Lorath, Drakar, Vekara, and M’rek. The Three Romulan Commanders were unknown to Freja however they seemed to cluster around a Romulan Starfleet officer with Deep Red hair held in a bun with Chopsticks.

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Bob raised his eyebrows in surprise at there being so many officers and Captains present, especially Romulans! He was even more intrigued now at what awaited them. He was eager for the Admiral to begin the meeting. He stood close by the Captain looking around the room.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

Freja regarded the assembled Captains and their crew, she kept her face schooled and her telepathy sort of open, mainly to get a feel for the general attitude of those present rather than to encounter any specific thoughts or feelings. Her instincts after the call with Admiral Rivers was correct, something big was afoot and she needed to stay vigilant if she hoped to keep her crew and herself ready. Mentally she wondered if command purposely sent the Chimera here, given the green-ness of most of the Captains she was seeing. Not that she was too terribly senior herself, though, on average throughout the fleet she was sort of right down the middle.

She made a mental note to look up later the CO of the ship they replaced, she thought it rather odd that no other ships between their stomping grounds in the Pioneer Fleet and DS9 weren’t available, but if they wanted superiority perhaps that was why the Chimera was picked.

~Freja Andreassen~

For the most part the other crews were just as curious to what was going on as Freja and crew were apparently things have been hush-hush for quite a while since whatever started this had gone down

Hall then sat down and hadn’t said much but there were became weary of the situation. Had if she had known what it was about she wouldn’t be so weary. However, she has decided to be nice and sit down and listen to what has to be said. No one else could ever say she isn’t a smart one. But with her having a small team, her team and herself can do it. However, her mind isn’t on that. Her mind is set to the hear and now where it belongs at this meeting. However, with it still being mysterious, she sat down and listened

Lieutenant Junior Grade Melanie Hall
U.S.S. Chimera
Chief of Security

Melanie would find that the only place to sit down is the floor as the table and chairs in this room had been removed to make room for how many people were going to be in the room

It was at that moment the door to the room opened and in walked yet another Federation crew this one lead by a Telarite with a magnificent well kept beard mostly brown with a few streaks of Gray meticulously groomed clearly a point of pride for the captain however the foulest most egregious scent filled the room as they did the rest of the crew from what had to be the USS Pickett holding their noses

T’mora the Caitian moved away from the Klingon she was talking to at the site of the Telarite politely telling the Klingon they would talk more later her nose wrinkling at the scent “Trunch, what in the name of the Great Bird of the Galaxy is that stench?” T’Mora asked, her tail flicking with amusement.

“Ah, T’Mora! I see you still have a keen nose. It’s a new cologne I’m trying out. It’s called ‘Warrior’s Musk.’” the Telarite replied stroking his beard as he smiled at her

T’Mora’s ears twitched as she stifled a chuckle. “Warrior’s Musk? More like ‘Warrior’s Mistake.’ You could use it as a weapon, Trunch. I think the Klingons would surrender just to get away from it.”

This drew chuckles from around the room, including from the Klingon captains who were notoriously difficult to amuse. Captain Kromak raised an eyebrow and smirked, adding to the light-hearted atmosphere. Trunch huffed, his beard bristling with pride. “It’s meant to exude strength and intimidation. You know how it is in the field.”

T’Mora leaned in slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, it’s definitely exuding something. If you keep wearing that, you might find yourself alone on the bridge. Or worse, with all the windows open in space.” Captain Kromak, her eyes gleaming with amusement, added, “If it keeps the enemies at bay, it might just work to your advantage, Trunch.”
The room erupted in laughter, Captain Jiaze Motnen, always the peacemaker, chimed in gently, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. We have bigger things to worry about than Trunch’s cologne.”
Captain Selina Roth, grinning, remarked, “I find it hard to believe anyone willingly bought that stuff. Did you lose a bet, Trunch?”
The final word came from Captain Jhali Sh’shikress of the USS Oak Ridge, her antennae twitching in amusement. “Perhaps we can market it as a new form of psychological warfare. The enemy won’t know what hit them.”
As the laughter subsided, the captains settled into their seats, the scent of Trunch’s cologne still lingering but now a shared joke among them. Trunch huffed ”Alright the lot of you I know when I am being bullied” he chuckled he was enjoying it all the same

the only one on the Starfleet side who seemed to be trying to keep composure despite the awful smell and the laughter was the Romulan woman standing with her fellows
There was also in a Corner unmarked until right this moment a Cardassian as well

it was then that the door at the other end of the room opened and in walked Admiral Rivers followed by A Female Presenting Changling and a Vorta!

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Lunan stood as the Vorta entered, feeling himself tense slightly- this was certainly going to be an interesting meeting.

-Lt. Commander Lunan Farrah: XO-

Freja managed to school her features, but anyone telepathic in the room would be able to tell she was surprised to say the least. It was certainly a plot twist she wasn’t expecting.

~Freja Andreassen~

Hall had stood there for a bit and hadn’t noticed anything different within the room. She on the other hand was very relaxed. Nothing to say the least she was happy to be at this meeting.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Melanie Hall
U.S.S. Chimera
Chief of Security

Bob stood quietly, listening intently. He raised an eyebrow when the Vorta entered the room. He folded his arms and waited for the meeting to begin and for the Admiral to explain what was going on and why so many Captains had been called together.

Lt. Bob Jeffers (CE)

OOC Is everyone ignoring the fact there is a Changling Too! LMAO

KG

OOC: Sorry. I got you.

IC: Melanie had then noticed that there is a changling in the room, however, not knowing if they are there to do the meeting or be part of it. Melanie had never seen one until now. She wonders what it’s doing here. Not knowing what or who it is.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Melanie Hall
U.S.S. Chimera
Chief of Security

The Klingon crews all slowly began to prepare for combat. While their weapons were secured, a Klingon warrior did not need a blade or disruptor to be deadly. The Romulans also became more guarded, glaring at the Changeling and Vorta. The Cardassian representative spoke up for the first time, his voice filled with contempt.

“Admiral, what is this?” he demanded. “You call my government and ask them to send a representative, only to bring the faces of the Dominion? They did great harm not only to my people but to the peoples of both the Alpha and Beta quadrants!”

“Gul Daras,” the admiral responded, “I understand the pain more than you could know. The reason you have been invited is that this could lead to better relations for all involved if we handle this right. I want to be clear that the Federation is not going to do anything that would be counter to relations with any of you. Now, let’s get this meeting started. This is Founder Shara and her Vorta assistant, Erisa. She will be briefing you on the situation.”

The admiral stepped aside as the Changeling, who appeared very similar to past representations of her species with slicked-back hair and rough, simple features, moved forward. Meanwhile, the Vorta, who had long black hair that mostly reached down to the small of her back and was styled with twin looping braids starting at the front of her head and sweeping around her ears, stepped to the console on the back wall.

“Good afternoon,” Shara began. “First, I would like to ask that all questions be held until the end of our presentation. Seven standard days ago, the Dominion began testing a new form of faster-than-light travel. This new technology is designed to punch a temporary hole in subspace using a quantum waveform generator, creating a temporary wormhole. Once the ship enters subspace, it can travel upwards of 150 light-years per minute.”

On the console screen, footage of a Dominion battleship appeared. The ship projected a small blue energy beam from its deflector, opening a hexagonal rift in space. Swirling blue and purple waves filled the geometric energy portal, which then moved toward the ship that had created it. The battleship disappeared inside, and a new feed showed a similar portal opening up and moving again in the same manner, with the battleship emerging from it.

“When the ship wishes to return to normal space, it punches a new temporary wormhole and exits. Early tests showed no ill effects or issues. That footage is from one of those early tests,” Shara explained.

((Feel free to interject character thoughts here.))

“So, we proceeded to a longer test. The test ship was another battleship-class vessel, as they are currently the only ones with the power output to operate the drive. It was to make a jump from the Founder homeworld, 300 light-years away, and then reemerge. A support fleet of fourteen ships was sent ahead to provide assistance in case of any issues. When the battleship emerged, everything seemed fine at first. We were receiving reports one moment, then all of a sudden, there was silence. The last normal message indicated that something was wrong on the test ship and that the support fleet was moving to assist. Then we received this.”

A Dominion logo appeared on the screen, followed by audio filled with static, digital artifacts, clanking metal, and electrical arcs. A multitude of voices spoke simultaneously, but every word was audible: “WeeeeEEEEEeeee LiiiIIIIiiVeeeee…. NeeeeEeeEEEEdddDDDdd… MoooorrRRRE… PaRRTtttzzzzZZZZZ.”

After the audio finished playing, Shara spoke again. “We sent a recovery fleet of fifteen more ships to investigate. To date, we have lost contact with three Founders and forty-five Vorta. The Vorta lines involved had to be permanently boxed. This is what happened when one of them emerged from its cloning chamber.”

New footage appeared on the screen, showing pods opening amid blaring alarms. Vorta were screaming in terror and madness. Some were attempting to be violent, obviously failing against the Jem’Hadar, while other Vorta who were sane were desperately trying to help the screaming Vorta or operate the computer consoles. to stop the chaos pod after pod of clones were opening one after another cascading down the line each time as if the system registered the broken mind as death and automatically started the next clone which became insane as well

“There was no saving any of them. It was a cascading failure of each line, all forty-five Vorta clone lines are halted until we can figure out a way to erase whatever corrupting and traumatic force is behind it” Erisa said sadly.

((Again, character thoughts can go here.))

“Founder Odo, with great difficulty, managed to convince the Great Link to give the Federation a chance. Admiral Rivers suggested involving the Federation’s allies as a courtesy to the Treaty of Bajor. In exchange for assistance, the Dominion is willing to offer limited exploration of the Gamma Quadrant to the powers of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. No more than six ships will be allowed at a time, and each must have a Dominion representative aboard to ensure that no one accidentally wanders into restricted areas of Dominion space,” Shara explained.

The Cardassian representative, Gul Daras, stood up. “Who will decide which ships get to go, for how long, and when?”

Admiral Rivers stepped forward. “The Federation and the Klingon Empire will hold these passes and will provide them as they become available. We will also discuss constructing a new station on the Gamma Quadrant side of the wormhole. This station will be considered neutral space, providing a place for ships to dock and wait their turn.”

Gul Daras rolled his eyes. “Of course, the mighty Federation and Klingon Empire get to decide. How fair is that? Both will likely reserve these passes for their ships,” he complained.

“Gul Daras, if the Cardassians are so eager to stick their necks out, you can always tag along on one of our ships!” Kromak growled, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the Klingons. This seemed to hush him up.

Admiral Rivers resumed speaking. “The mission for this task force is as follows: Enter the Gamma Quadrant and link up with the Dominion Fourth Fleet, led by Changeling Shara. Then, seek out the lost fleets, determine what happened to them, and assess any potential threats. The Klingon contingent was in the area and is not currently ordered to participate. You are free to refuse this mission, though I have received word from the Klingon High Command that Captain Kromak is given full authority to make the decision herself. Everything will rest on your shoulders regarding the ships and crews of the Empire,” Admiral Rivers said, looking at Kromak.

Kromak stood and declared in a booming, proud voice, “We will not let the Federation and Romulans hog all the glory and honor!” Her words brought a cheer from the Klingons in the room. Admiral Rivers nodded before continuing.

“To represent the Bajoran people, Commander Aria has been appointed. For the Romulan people, we have Starfleet officer Lieutenant A’zna T’arn.” The Starfleet Romulan stood and nodded. “I will be leading from the RRS Vornoth. However, the Romulan people—what’s left of us—and my own support will be given to the fullest on this mission,” A’zna said very simply. then Admiral Rivers continued “And as you’ve all heard from him twice now, Gul Marak Daras will represent the Cardassian Union,”

After ensuring everyone knew each other’s names, Admiral Rivers spoke again, “I am assigning the lead ships of this task force to be the IKS Gorkon and the USS Chimera, with Commander Kromak and Captain Andreassen in joint overall command. All other ships will report to these two. Gul Daras and Commander Aria are free to choose whichever ship they wish to observe from. I will leave you all to work out any questions and finer details. The task force is to set out in two days to give the USS Cthulhu a chance to finish swapping her diplomatic module for a combat module.”

“Work is almost done, actually. We may only need one of those days!” Captain Roth reported.

The admiral nodded and turned to leave. Shara also turned to leave, while Vorta Erisa stayed behind. “Founder Shara will be returning to the Fourth Fleet to prepare. I will, of course, be joining one of the Alpha Quadrant ships until I can be returned to my Founder’s ship,” she said with a smile. “I am free to answer any questions you may have, though any classified information will need to remain classified.”

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Lunan slid up to Andreassen to ask, ‘What do you know about Commander Aria?’

-Lt. Commander Lunan Farrah: XO-