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HOLOWORLD FLEET is a Play-By-Email roleplaying game based around the Star Trek: The Next Generation universe. The club has been in existence since 1996 and remains one of the longest continuously running Star Trek roleplaying organizations, including some of the oldest PBeM units on the internet. Set in the early 25th century (approximately 50 years after the end of TNG), HWF is a literature-based game of collective storytelling where the players roleplay through writing the lives and adventures of characters serving in Starfleet.

HOLOWORLD FLEET is set in a secluded section of space known by most spacefarers as the COCOON: an expanse of space surrounded by a dense impenetrable mixture of space debris, dark matter and nebulae known as the VEIL. The COCOON's outer wall has been well charted and extends into the Alpha Quadrant beyond Bajor. For centuries however, its interior remained unexplored. In 2397 the USS NEWTON discovered a way through the VEIL at a small opening. This opening, known as the PORTAL, exists as the only known way in or out of the COCOON and is the COCOON FLEET's only access to the outside.

Although STARFLEET has been in the COCOON for over a decade, much of it still remains unexplored; it hosts an unusually high number of class M planets and a wide variety of native alien lifeforms. The COCOON FLEET serves the Federation's interests in the region as well as providing protection and STARFLEET assistance to the few member worlds that have joined the Federation since the COCOON FLEET began its exploration of this isolated frontier. The COCOON FLEET currently comprises several starships and starbases as it continues to "go where no person has gone before".

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SD:21.0716
Scene: Sick Bay

<<< Snip: Securing a planet>>>>>>>

She was even more concerned to hear that her friend Lee had also
been injured. She finished her reports and headed for sickbay to
visit her.

*****
Scene: Sickbay

"Hello," Shiana said to the woman who laid in bed. "How do you feel...?"

<<<< Begin RPG >>>>>>>>>>

Scene Sick Bay

Robinson looked up at Shianna and had a slight smile as she was still a bit
groggy.

"Et tu Brute'" Robinson did not laugh. "The Ferengi have rules that apply but I
do nto care to quote them." She tensed as she breathed a bit too hard. "I think
a new Robinson rule will be `Never turn your back when trying to save a killer."

Shianna chuckled.

"So do not leave me in the dark ; how well did the treaty and Trade negotiations
go. I have a few lady ...

SD: 21.0714
Scene: USS DEMORA-SULU: D-Level 1 - Ambassador Hanari's Office

She'd taken a sonic shower and felt much better. Ambassador Hanari
was now working on her report to the Diplomatic Corps. The Federation
Diplomatic Corps and the Colonial Corps worked closely together.
She'd been responsible for the negotiations securing for planet for
the Colonial Corps colonization. She'd been successful and the
Federation now had a new planet deep into the newly discovered Demora
Sector. That would play well with application. Lt.Cmdr. Warfield had
spoken of the Federation membership, and the advantages of having
Starfleet around.

The Madei were an interesting and intriguing race. She worked hard
as a partial telepath to keep her control what they saw in her aura.

She was concerned however, by the reports she read about the
attack, and the capture of the murder amongst the colonists, she did
not think that would go over well with the Madei. ...

SD : 21. 0714
Scene: Ro Cabin

<<<<< Begin RPG >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It was a relief to see that the Captain had made his way back to the ship
yesterday; Ro had to breath a little easier as he did not have the weight of the
whole shipon his shoulders at the moment.

Captain Warfield met with Ro in the Ready Room for a quick rundown of tehevents
and how the situation was handled. Ro had to admit to his lack of training for
tha situation but he was also commended about his handling of it.

After only the shortest of conversations Ro exited the Ready Room with leave to
get to his quarters and then report for his office to download the information
and prepare himself for the mission ahead. He had a few ideas as to what his
duty would entail but he also hated going into anything blind.

There were aspects of this mission that were clear, and others that were going
to cause trouble. ...

SD:21.0714

Scene:Bridge/ Ready Room

<<<< Begin RPG >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Communications with the ground forces remained intact and the intel they had
received was of great value. With OLYMPUS-MONS in close orbit behind the moon,
they remained undetected by Guatu forces.

The captain was in his readyroom when Trilone pressed the chime.

"Come." That deep, growly voice gave him permission.

Trilone went into the readyroom and waited until the door had fully closed
before he spoke.

"Captain, I have an idea that might stretch the confines of legality." Trilone
had his idea on a PADD in his hand. "My father has used a type of holodeck as an
office.... to simulate his being in different places. I took the idea to the
next level while playing around as a teen."

The captain checked the data over and fought ...

I am going to have to drop the character, and the ship.  Please remove her bio and myself from the site.

Thank you,
Marilyn
...

SD: 21.0704.0100 (GMT)
Scene: OLYMPUS-MONS, Security Central

<snip: Don's "Letters of Marque">
>
>"If I understand you correctly, Lieutenant, you’re saying
>that if the government is involved in attacks upon alien
>races then there could be a very short chain-of-command,"
>Darr’chuh said.
>
>"Yes, sir," Rescola replied. "If I had to guess, I would
>say there are both government and private-enterprise
>influences at work here. Several major scientific advances
>over the last three or four decades appeared suddenly out
>of nothing. We can find no background research to account
>for those advances. So, acquisition from outside the system
>seems the most likely answer.
>
>"Or I could be wrong about the whole thing," Rescola
>finished on a low note.

"Your hypothesis seems plausible to me. I do have another
question, though."

"Yes, ...

USS HORIZON: Into the West

[[[SD:21.0526.1548]]]
[[[Scene: Sickbay, USS HORIZON]]]
[[[Location: Somewhere on the Telmerc Neutral Zone]]]

Work is good.

Work keeps the mind occupied. Unable to wander. Unable to regret. Unable to
wonder why you lived while others did not. Why you made it out. Why you
survived.

Work is definitely good.

Kelsi stretched her arms over her head and stifled a yawn. Every general bed in
sickbay was filled, occupied by the old and the young. Most were injured. Only
a few were sick. Broken bones, respiratory inflammation, and muscle trauma.
Many were malnourished; thin skin stretched taught over ragged bones spoke of a
consistent lack of food. Reintroduction had not been gentle for several of the
refugees. Starved bodies moved much slower at healing than a healthy one, so
open wounds and oozing sores were weeks old.

There were several surgical beds still available, as well as her ICU units. She
would ...

Stardate: 21.0524
Scene: SB OMEGA -- Admiral Tergin's Quarters

His voice was it's usual calm soothing medium and melodic tone; it
hid his increasingly unnerved true center. "...Computer, Resume
Classified Personal Log, Security Access Admiral Tergin Only..." Then
the familiar chime of the computer's compliance... "Like I was
saying, early intelligence shows that only the Telmarc Corporate House
of Mothers has emerged relatively in tact from the two year civil war.
There may be options for negotiation of a peaceful settlement to the
Cocoon divide with them. Most of the Telmarc capabilities and assets
are either destroyed, damaged or being litigated over... but the price
for such a victory was very high...Our boarder is turning into a
Humanitarian Crisis, with an increasing number of war refugees and
escaped slaves trying to come across the neutral zone... .... I fear that the price of this Cold War with the Telmarc, is the
diminishing to Starfleet's ...

Stardate: 21.0117
Scene: Starship DarkSky, E'ertu Sector
Time: A few weeks ago

The Juun Bounty Hunter, sat hunched the pilots chair of her small
hard to detect craft. She had just left a 'Job Fair' on what

The civil war that was beginning to erupt between the corporate houses
all across the territories had already weakened the Combine Central
Command, and the Combine CC, in the traditional form of capitalist
outsourcing, had opened the flood doors to the army of Bounty Hunters
and People Snatchers that operated freely in the Telmarc Empire.
Almost every Federation Command Officer known to the Telmarc had a
bounty on their head. Even those that weren't on the lists, Starfleet
Officers could fetch a high price.

The DarkSky sped towards the Neutral Zone, back to Federation space.

Attalla, who was not a Juun Bounty Hunter, but a Juun Starfleet
Security Operative. She now had a list of her own , bounty hunters
and people snatchers ...

==SD: 20.1002.2125 GMT-0600
==Scene: in the underground storehouse
==Time: continuing with Aly's "Cautious exchanges"

==Begin RPG==

<<snip from Aly>>

"In a moment" said Captain Cannon "I presume you too want to fix the
time line; what information have you been able to obtain about how
and when the timeline was actually altered?"

<<end snip>>

Moreg knew little of timelines and alterations, and even less about
these Starfleet officers to which they had encountered. He did get
the sense that this group, and especially the curly haired Irish man,
kept glancing his direction. It was as if he was familiar to him, but
Moreg could swear he'd never seen them before.

The black man with the deep voice spoke first. "That's the part we've
had the most trouble with. How the humans are controlling the
Vulcans, their technological level, even their interstellar
relations, ...

SD 20.0804.2244 EDT
Scene: In the underground storehouse
Time: Concurrent with my post "Cautious exchanges"

Katzkel, the great-great-grandfather of Captain Alyza will stony on the
outside, but was an emotional turmoil on the inside. The device the
humans were using on him caused both turmoil and control. The turmoil
helped keep the Vulcan mind for rebelling against the control. Katzkel
was living a year every day that was the worst year imaginable. People
died gruesome deaths. However these were not just any people, the
people he knew and cared about. Financial and farming disasters occur.
Anything that could go wrong did go wrong, and she had no control over
the emotional responses he was having. This was the doing of the
device. Stonily he went about his business, oblivious of what was going
on on this planet. He tended his farm, he ate, he drank, and he slept.
He did not meditate, he could not meditate. The emotions had control ...

SD 20.0707.1021 EDT
Scene: In the underground storehouse
Time: Continuing Doug's post "Getting comfortable"

Doug wrote:

>Moreg, of course, was the one member of the party almost impossible
>to turn into a Vulcan, and he was forced to overly dress the part of
>a Vulcan child in the open. Now, with his hood pulled back, revealed
>his true self.
>
>The dark-skinned human leader spoke next, his rich deep voice echoing
>in the confined space. "Nevermind that, was IS a Ferengi doing here?
>And don't come back with `the same thing a Klingon is doing?' because
>that's not going to get us anywhere."
>
>"Agreed," proclaimed Naala, taking charge. "I suppose we need to
>clear a few things."
>
>
>
The human leader nodded in agreement.

"We too are starfleet officers. And like you, we have been displaced in time."
said Naalauilos, cautiously.

She ...

SD: 21.0712.0330 (GMT)
Scene: USS DEMORA-SULU,
Shuttlebay One
Time: minutes to scheduled
departure
******************************

LtCmdr Reetaw'agah was certain her daughter was going to
collide with something.... or someone. The second Alew
was told they were switching ships again, she'd tapped
out a query into the size of the new vessel. The instant
she found out the DESTINY was smaller than DEMORA-SULU,
she'd spent every second on the wing that she dared to.

And, young as she was, she was --quite-- daring.

Even the corridor hadn't been safe; she'd flown to the
turbolift and back to her mother until Agah had walked
the distance. Alew had returned to standing on the deck
in the 'lift, but when they reached the shuttlebay....
In the past five minutes, she'd startled six different
members of the flight deck staff. One had even dropped
a section of conduit, narrowly missing his toes. Agah
had made Alew apologize, but ...

SD: 21.0625
Scene: SB OMEGA - Admiral's office

The orders for his choice as Chief Training Officer had been approved
by Starfleet Command... finally. Her record had been scrutinized and
her skills deemed worthy.

The El-Aurian Fleet Commander turned to his massive desk and composed
his orders.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BEGIN SUBSPACE MESSAGE>>>>>>>>>>>>>
TO: Lt.Cmdr. Reetaw'agah, CMO, USS DEMORA-SULU
CC: Lt.Cmdr. Layton Warfield, CO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin, CO, Cocoon Fleet
RE: Transfer Orders

Lt.Cmdr. Reetaw'agah, you are hereby promoted to the rank of
Commander. You are also hereby ordered to transfer to the USS DESTINY
to take command as CO and as the Fleet's Chief Training Officer.

Lt.Cmdr. Warfield, I am sorry to take such a skilled doctor, and
moreso in the middle of a mission. However Dr. Reetaw'agah's
management ...

SD: 21.0604
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office
Time: a bit earlier

Fleet Admiral Tergin sat with Cmdr. Be'Torra, his head of
Starfleet Security, and Admiral Misha Piper, his Fleet Executive
Officer around the table on one side of his office. Their meeting was
that of the secret kind. Things were starting to move fast and the
El-Aurian was afraid his meticulous calculations could be off.
Perhaps he should consult with the Mysitc of the HORIZON...

"...so it's agreed then..." Tergin said, sighing slightly. ...They would be calling on a Black Ops officer. One of their best.
He was known to most who'd come through the Fleet Academy Program, as
Lt. Cmdr. Seoul Geo. He was an allasamorph, though this knowledge was
classified, not the human he appeared as an instructor on DESTINY.
Tergin knew him as Geo Xantho, former Starfleet Security Operative and
son of former Cocoon Fleet Antelope Squadron Commander Commodore
Xantho.

"The ...

SD: 21.0625
Scene: SB OMEGA - Admiral's office

The orders for his choice as Chief Training Officer had been approved
by Starfleet Command... finally. Her record had been scrutinized and
her skills deemed worthy.

The El-Aurian Fleet Commander turned to his massive desk and composed
his orders.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BEGIN SUBSPACE MESSAGE>>>>>>>>>>>>>
TO: Lt.Cmdr. Reetaw'agah, CMO, USS DEMORA-SULU
CC: Lt.Cmdr. Layton Warfield, CO, USS DEMORA-SULU
FM: Fleet Admiral Tergin, CO, Cocoon Fleet
RE: Transfer Orders

Lt.Cmdr. Reetaw'agah, you are hereby promoted to the rank of
Commander. You are also hereby ordered to transfer to the USS DESTINY
to take command as CO and as the Fleet's Chief Training Officer.

Lt.Cmdr. Warfield, I am sorry to take such a skilled doctor, and
moreso in the middle of a mission. However Dr. Reetaw'agah's
management ...

SD: 21.0604
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office
Time: a bit earlier

Fleet Admiral Tergin sat with Cmdr. Be'Torra, his head of
Starfleet Security, and Admiral Misha Piper, his Fleet Executive
Officer around the table on one side of his office. Their meeting was
that of the secret kind. Things were starting to move fast and the
El-Aurian was afraid his meticulous calculations could be off.
Perhaps he should consult with the Mysitc of the HORIZON...

"...so it's agreed then..." Tergin said, sighing slightly. ...They would be calling on a Black Ops officer. One of their best.
He was known to most who'd come through the Fleet Academy Program, as
Lt. Cmdr. Seoul Geo. He was an allasamorph, though this knowledge was
classified, not the human he appeared as an instructor on DESTINY.
Tergin knew him as Geo Xantho, former Starfleet Security Operative and
son of former Cocoon Fleet Antelope Squadron Commander Commodore
Xantho.

"The ...

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>INCOMING MESSAGE: PRIORITY ONE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
STARDATE: 21.0601
TO: Lt.<jg> Daniel Trilone, FCO, USS DEMORA-SULU
CC: Lt. Cmdr. Layton Warfield, Commanding Officer, USS DEMORA-SULU
Cmdr. Darr'chuh, Commanding Officer, USS OLYMPUS-MONS
RE: Transfer Orders

Lt.<jg> Daniel Trilone, you are hearby ordered to transfer to the USS
OLYMPUS MONS under commander of Commander Darr'chuh to server as
Senior Flight Control Officer. You are ordered to depart immediately
via shuttle and rendezvous with them at the enclosed coordinates.

Fleet Admiral Tergin
Cocoon Fleet

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>END TRANSMISSION<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

--

Softly as we Seek into the Deep,
Fleet Admiral ...

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