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armed-with-a-waffle-iron · 6 months

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Bat Family— Star Trek AU💫.

"Captain’s log, Stardate 688 09.9:

4 weeks in the big chair and it still takes me an extra second to remember it’s my final orders the bridge waits on. Today, my chatty science officer even told me “careful, Grayson; even a small leak can sink a great ship”. I told the kid I’d make sure to put it in my log so here it is.

It has been only 6 weeks since the so-called “New Gods” attacked the Federation, and the Long Shadows and its brave, young crew are not just grieving the loss of their captain but one of our world’s finest…;a man whom, despite our rocky history, I saw as a brother. Aboard the Federation’s lead emergency and rescue vessel, our crew is, on a daily, reckoning with the fallout of the final crisis in the Alpha Quadrant and the power vacuum left in its wake. Firefighting aside, our crew is also adapting, rather hurriedly, to the musical chairs in both senior and junior staff.

I began my career on the bridge of this fateful ship and somehow I always find my way back to it. It wasn’t long ago that I was a small, cocky, upstart ensign, masking tragedy with a smile. I was just lucky that my captain saw something he liked in me. “I’ll be head monkey before you know it” I used to tell Bruce and, cruelly, that was closer to the truth than I could have imagined. It’s strange how much of an imposter I feel in his chair— my chair now. Just weeks ago, I was commanding the Big Apple, which gives me more pleasure than I can say but…this— this ship is different; Bruce made it his and to take over as their captain? I should know more than anyone; the show must go on. I’ve spent too much time treating this role as a memorial. It’s time to properly redefine the role as my own. Life’s a carnival and it’s time I take the stage.

My first act as captain was appointing Ens. Wayne as my chief science officer; the very role I served under his father when I was an ensign no older than him. This may raise eyebrows but, while I can’t always excuse the kid’s abrasiveness and pride, I want it on record that I have my full confidence in his abilities. Ens. Wayne is a determined and focused officer whose brilliant thinking has already saved dozens of lives. Any sniff of bigotry regarding his Romulan heritage, on and off this ship, will be dealt with directly by me. And Miss Brown. He’s a diamond in the rough but I expect the rest of my seasoned bridge crew to rub off on him. There’s something written in the stars about a captain and their science officer, and there’s no one on this crew as ready as Damian to begin a new chapter in their story; we’re gonna be a hell of a duo.

I have worked closely with Counselor Brown since she returned to The Shadows from service on the medical vessel Katavi. Miss Brown is inspiringly driven. She’s a practiced medic though an unconventional choice for a counselor but I’m sure she’d take that as a compliment. She has a magnetic charm and a gift for connecting with others, and is a savvy diplomat when she remembers to not to think aloud. She was always prone to the odd risk, especially when lives are on the line in the field, though it’s safe to say that she never runs out of ideas. “If I was gonna play by the book, I’d have never left Earth,” she told me recently. Dr. Pennyworth claims she reminds him of…well, me but I don’t know, I don’t really see it. Perhaps the lines between bravery and recklessness are blurrier than I thought, and maybe every starship needs medics and counselors with Miss Brown’s unyielding dedication to the wellbeing of others.

It’s been a… a pleasure to serve alongside Cmdr. Gordon again, after almost 2 years. Sometimes it is…a lot to share a bridge with someone who’s known you so inti— known you for so long. Especially when tensions are high. Nonetheless, there is no one on this ship I trust more to set me straight if need be. In fact, there may be no one on this ship I trust more. This ship would have never left its dock if we didn’t have Cmdr. Gordon in charge of operations. Barbara’s truly the ship’s 411— if there were two of her, I’d opt to retire the ship’s computer. She’s a born leader; also responsible for the appointment of half of my senior bridge staff and she comfortably takes the big chair when required. We’ve always made a great team, which will mean a few clashes and compromises too. To whoever it may concern, we’ll keep things professional this time, I promise…

Lt. Cmdr. Bertinelli is a stellar security chief and it’s in these uncertain times that her very own Atlas of Organised Crime is consulted significantly, on and off this ship. I’ll admit that the two of us haven’t had the smoothest of working— or personal— relationships in the past but “the past” is all it is. I’m happy to call Helena one of my greatest allies— and friends. It’s been lovely to see someone so solitary find a family on board this ship. I may not always see eye-to-eye with Cmdr. Bertinelli but I have no qualms in saying that she would be a captain by now if Star Fleet tribunal and their rulings against her weren’t riddled with rigid hierarchies and double standards.

My 1st Officer, Lt. Cmdr. Kane, certainly knows how to run a tight ship. She has made it clear that she thinks mine lacks a little discipline and caution. Her security background really shows and we definitely have different styles in leadership but hopefully the Shadows can get the best out of both worlds. In her words; “this ship is facing a different breed of threat and disaster every day, so it needs a different breed of crew”. She’s happy to take the bridge when an away team is needed so she’s probably spent more time in the captain’s chair than I have by now.

Lt. Cmdr. Montoya was an instrumental player in Star Fleet’s response to the final crisis and she is determined to honour the memory of the late Mr. Sage, whose post she has assumed. She’s a veteran investigator who’s quickly learning the ropes to service aboard a starship and she already sets a high bar on scouting and espionage assignments. Cmdr.s Kane, Montoya and Bertinelli, form a simply excellent criminal investigation team, although I won’t pretend to understand their more personal relationships with each other.

Doctor Pennyworth, as he was before, has been my rock. He’s the heart of this ship, and he does a solid job at keeping its crew alive and well. The Shadows just isn’t the Shadows without him.

It’s no secret how hard Lt. Drake is taking Capt. Wayne’s passing— his regular counselling sessions with Miss Brown too often end in a screaming match in the hallway. For the record, I stand by my decision to give Mr. Drake’s bridge posting to Ens. Wayne and put Mr. Drake in charge of engineering. The Ensign is a real prodigy and needs this show of good faith while Mr. Drake, who has been a brilliant science officer to Capt. Wayne for almost 4 years, deserved the chance to step out of his old captain’s shadow. Nonetheless, our relationship has soured since I, in his words, “kicked him off my bridge” but that is not to say I don’t have the utmost faith in his performance as our new chief engineer.

Lt. Cain has been distant…let me rephrase that— Lt. Cain has been taken to self-isolating since the captain’s passing. Counselor Brown says sometimes she’ll go almost an entire counseling session without saying a word. Funny enough, when I suggested joint sessions with Mr. Drake, the counselor told me to get out of her office. Babs— Cmdr. Gordon, sorry, insists Miss Cain will come around in time; she knows she is among dear friends. She continues to be reliable and cool under pressure at the ship’s helm, adept at assignments in zero-G, and a clinical melee fighter when it’s called for. Yesterday, I suggested that she also head combat training down at security and she smiled, so maybe she will take up that offer.

On a ship so aptly named, it’s hard to forget that old sins cast long shadows. We now reckon with both old foes and threats unforeseen, which place the now vulnerable Federation in jeopardy and expose the cracks in its facade. It’s almost as if the ship herself questions how well we learn from history, and how history will remember us."

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elephant-in-the-pride-parade · 2 years

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Calendar Project Draft (2371, Star Trek Voyager)

A while back I asked folks what their favorite stardate calculators were bc #1, I wanted to see how different they were from each other, and #2 - I wanted to create calendars for each of events in the Voyager series (mostly for me so I can keep track for my fics, but posting in case other people like this too.)

For the first draft, I’ve made a calendar for events in 2371, based on my preferred stardate converter site (which makes the assumption that each SD xx000 = a January 1 and each xx999 = a December 31). Use this converter if: 1, you prefer the assumption that an earth-based organization would use an earth-centric date system, 2. You like the idea that Cmdr. Chakotay is a Leo or 3. You enjoy headcanoning that Endgame happens right before Christmas. Don’t use this converter if you care about a fixed annual Earth date for First Contact Day.

I’m going to make one of these for each year in the series using the hillschmidt SD converter, but I’ve got the dates for and would make calendars for the other 2 converters I looked at (R56 and TrekGuide) if there’s interest. Just let me know.

Click below the cut for 2371 calendar, legend, and episode dates.

How to Read.

Pink Borders - Birthdays

Green Days - Definite days that episode takes place (based on logs and definitive context clues such as whether we see multiple alpha shifts or post-shift / nighttime scenes).

Yellow Days - Potential days within episode timeframe (based on vaguer context clues such as "significant detours", estimated warp travel times, and whether it feels like the amount of stuff happening in the episode should take a while.) Gray Days - Alternate Timelines where we have no firm stardate Brown Days - Canon Dates but it's dubious.

What Happens in 2371

April:

The Maquis ship Val Jean is potentially lost in the Delta Quadrant as early as April 9th, accounting for how much time Capt. Janeway would need to collect Tom Paris from New Zealand and embark from DS9. Voyager gets pulled into the Delta Quadrant on April 24th and destroys the array on April 25th.

May:

Kathryn Janeway's 36th Birthday (cuz I had her birth year in 2335 and then the bloomington statue fucked it up... so fuck you statue, I like my 2335 date XD) - May 20th, approaching the first month anniversary being stranded.

June:

Parallax - June 9th-11th

Time and Again - Alternate timeline with no definitive stardate associations. If we accept that episode order determines placement, this could take place anywhere from June 12th to July 13th. For the purposes of this calendar I've assigned the alternate timeline to June 23rd-26th

July & August:

Phage - July 14th-15th

The Cloud July 19th-20th

Eye of the Needle - July 31st to potentially August 4th depending on how long we think it was before they realized the wormhole would take 3 days to degrade.

Chakotay's Birthday - This is estimated based on context clues given in Bliss and will vary depending on your SD calculator of preference. He's probably turning 41 or 42 in 2371.

Ex Post Facto - No definitive dates, but needs to happen between Aug. 5th and Aug. 15th. Lasts at least a few days. I've assigned it Aug. 10th to Aug. 13th

Emanations - Aug 16th-17th

Prime Factors - Aug. 21-25th (depends how long you think they took to travel to and then how long they enjoy Sikaris)

State of Flux - Aug. 29th

September:

Heros and Demons - Sep. 9th-11th

Cathexis - Sep. 25th-26th

October & November:

Faces & Tuvok's ~107th Birthday: Yup, Tuvok’s big day in 2371 overlaps with the first day of Faces based on this SD conversion... so we can assume he definitely delayed any celebrations that year. Faces lasts from Oct 14th- abt. Oct. 16th

Jetrel - The trip to Talaxia is deemed a "sigificant" detour so I've clocked this one in at roughly a week from picking up Jetrel to the end of the episode. Oct. 28th - Nov. 3rd.

Learning Curve - Nov. 5th-10th

Projections - Doc's holodeck log puts this on Nov. 22nd however there's some reason to doubt this - in addition to the log being recorded entirely on a malfunctioning holodeck, Doc. claims to have memories of "the last six months" but by the time of that stardate (on this calculator), he's been activated for nearly 7.

December:

Elogium - Dec. 3rd-4th

The 37s - abt Dec. 20th to 23rd depending on how long you think they toured the 37s’ cities and presuming they did not stay planet side for Christmas

#stardate calculators #stardate conversion #star trek voyager #just a nerd with a spreadsheet

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365daysofj2 · 4 months

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Rescue Mission: Impossible (SeaQuest AU, 1/5)

“Lieutenant Commander, you’re needed in the briefing room in 10 minutes.”

Jared looked up from his computer. Commander Sheppard, the boat’s CO, was standing at the entrance to his office. Jared was on duty, but even so, Sheppard didn’t usually address him by rank except on the bridge. Something big had to be going on. “Yes, Sir.”

Sheppard nodded and walked away. Jared finished up the supply order he was working on and headed to Jensen’s quarters to let him know he’d probably be late for lunch.

Jared waited for the MagLev and was ready to get on when he saw Jensen in the doorway. Jared stepped back to let him out. “What are you doing here? I was just coming to see you. I’m going—”

“To the briefing? Yeah, me too.”

“You are?” Jared struggled to keep his expression neutral. He didn’t want Jensen to know how surprised—and slightly dismayed—he was.

“Yeah, Captain Morgan told me they need my tech expertise.”

Jared couldn’t help but frown. Jensen got Captain Morgan’s personal invitation and he himself only rated Cmdr. Sheppard? Jared knew intellectually he shouldn’t be jealous of Jensen, because they had completely different roles and skill sets, but it definitely stung more than Jared wanted to admit—even to himself.

Jensen’s eyebrows knit in concern. “Jared? You okay?”

“Huh? Oh…yeah.” Jared stepped away from the MagLev to let two other crew members board it. “So, do you know what it’s about?”

“All Morgan said was that it’s a rescue mission.” Jensen checked his watch. “I’ve got to stop at the lab first. Can you go ahead and tell them to wait for me? I just have to log something for Dr. Rhodes.”

“Sure.” Jared grasped Jensen’s wrist and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you up there.”

Jensen grinned and lightly smacked Jared’s ass when Jared let go of his hand. “Thanks. I’ll be quick…this time.” He cocked an eyebrow and glanced pointedly at Jared’s dick.

Jared shook his head, but he was grinning too. “Get out of here. Go do something useful.”

“Is that an order?”

Jared grabbed Jensen’s shoulder, spun him around, and lightly pushed him in the direction of the lab. “You’re gonna make me late. Go.”

Jensen laughed and trotted off toward the science lab. In the hydropressure tube, Winchester lightly nosed the lexanglass next to Jensen’s head. Jensen looked over and briefly pressed one hand to the tube in a friendly greeting. He inclined his head toward the lab, meaning Winchester should follow him. Winchester swam along beside Jensen as Jensen went down the steps and out of Jared’s sight.

Jared turned back to the MagLev and waited for the next one to arrive. When the doors opened, Jared stepped inside and was about to sit down when he heard the Captain’s voice. “Hold it!”

Jared pressed the button to hold the door open so Captain Morgan could board. “Thanks, Padalecki,” said Morgan, stepping aboard and sitting down. “I think we’re going the same way.”

“I assume so, Sir,” replied Jared.

“I told Jensen he could be a couple of minutes late,” said Morgan, unprompted. “I know he’s got an experiment going for Kim that’s time-sensitive.”

Jared nodded. “Yeah, he mentioned that. He’s genuinely trying to be more compliant. He just--”

“—Is a sixteen-year-old boy,” Morgan finished for him. “I know. He has been better lately. Kim says he’s doing about 95% of what she asks on time, the first time.”

Jared smiled. “That’s a definite improvement, then.”

“And I assume I have you to thank for that,” said Morgan, looking straight into Jared’s eyes with a solemn expression. “So thank you. I appreciate your efforts. And also your discretion.”

“Thank you, Sir,” replied Jared, shrinking slightly under the intense gaze.

The MagLev doors opened, ending the conversation. Captain Morgan stepped out, leaving Jared to follow him down the corridor to the briefing room. Sheppard was already there, along with Lt. Cmdr. Smith, the Chief Engineer; Lt. Collins, the Comms officer; and Lt. Buckmaster, the Sensor Chief. Sitting in the back were tactical officer Speight and Lt. Benedict, the crew’s best launch sub pilot. Jared’s stomach clenched. A rescue operation that required this much personnel likely carried a high amount of risk as well as an extremely tight deadline. In fact, Jared wasn’t really sure what he himself brought to the table. Yes, he’d trained in undersea rescue operations at the Academy, and he was on the team that successfully rescued the French tourist sub in the Bermuda Triangle, but that was kind of a clusterfuck—hardly an endorsement of his skills.

Morgan and Sheppard conversed quietly until Jensen burst through the door. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, collapsing into the seat next to Jared. He lightly nudged Jared’s knee with his own under the table.

“Okay, we can get started,” said the Captain, moving to the front of the room. He activated the viewscreen and pulled up a map. SeaQuest’s current position was marked, and a large area in the South Pacific was circled.

“A nanotechnology firm has requested the UEO’s help in locating their missing experimental submersible. The craft was launched from a carrier sub here.” Morgan brought up a red target symbol about 300 miles southwest of Punta Arenas, Chile. “The carrier sub lost contact with the submersible and its 5-person crew about 45 minutes later.”

Morgan brought up an image of the currents in the area. “The carrier crew believes that the submersible is running on reserve power and oxygen. It’s been approximately 2 hours since they lost contact, which means that time is of the essence.”

Morgan advanced the slide. A photograph of a middle-aged man with short-cropped sand-brown hair appeared on the screen. “This is Mark Pellegrino, CEO of Pellegrino Nanotechnologies.”

Jensen’s jaw dropped. “No way,” he said, not quietly. The whole room turned to look at him. His cheeks colored slightly in embarrassment, but he elaborated. “That’s Lucifer. He’s a legendary hacker. One of the best there ever was. I’d heard he went legit, but I had no idea it was this.”

“I’m not sure I’d use the word ‘legit’,” said Morgan. “The submersible is built from an experimental nanopolymer-carbon fiber hybrid, lightweight and—get this—apparently able to bend all waves on all spectra away from itself.”

It dawned on Jared what Morgan meant just a fraction of a second before Sam said it loud. “He’s trying to create an illegal cloaking device.”

“Precisely, Commander.” Morgan advanced the slide to a photograph of Pellegrino Nanotech’s headquarters in the Florida Keys. “Both the UEO and the US Department of Justice have been very clear: this is a rescue operation only. They want Pellegrino and his crew alive to face charges on the mainland.” Morgan pulled up a photo of Pellegrino with four other men. “There are five men on the submersible. Assuming they all survive until rescued, they have approximately 34 hours of reserve oxygen left. At our current position, we should arrive at the boundary of the target area in 10 hours. That gives us 24 hours to find a submersible that may not give off any kind of visual, sonic, or electromagnetic data our sensors can pick up.”

“So, we’re looking for an invisible needle in a thousand-mile-wide haystack,” said Misha.

“Just about.” Morgan pulled up a photo of the craft sitting in dry dock. It was basically a shiny silver golf ball with portholes and an exit hatch. “Not to mention, its nature as an experimental prototype means that certain corners were cut in regards to the ops system. For instance, the navigation apparatus they’re using is an AmaraPC GameMaster 67BB.”

Jensen’s eyes widened in clear recognition. “A video game controller? Seriously?!”

“That’s what we’ve been told,” replied Morgan. “Apparently it’s wireless, and the network is not connected to the reserve power. So the first thing I need you to do is figure out how to power the thing remotely from the launch sub’s ops system.”

Jensen frowns. “I’m not sure that’s even possible.”

“Well, give it your best shot,” said Morgan with an encouraging nod. “Plus, we need you to help Lt. Buckmaster recalibrate the WSKRS to try to find some kind of sensor signature we can use. Their Chief Technology Officer has indicated that the hull may be damaged and in danger of breaching. If the hull breaches completely, the submersible will implode and all crew, including Pellegrino, will be lost. Obviously, this is an outcome we’d prefer to avoid.” Morgan paused. “However, the damaged hull may prevent the craft from suppressing all sensor data. So there’s a chance that the WSKRS will be able to perceive the submersible without modifications. But we can’t count on that. So I want you to keep one WSKRS probe completely unmodified, and then do whatever you can to modify the other two to find any usable sensor data from the craft.”

“So, you want me to be on the launch with the rescue team and here on the bridge with Briana at the same time?” Jensen asked, his voice rising at the end with anxiety. “I can’t be in two places at once.”

Morgan looked straight at Jared. “Padalecki, you’re going to be Jensen’s eyes, ears, and hands on the bridge while he’s on the launch sub. You’re going to help Lt. Buckmaster carry out whatever modifications Jensen devises.”

Jared frowns. It’s not like he’s a vampire; he didn’t acquire Jensen’s computer prowess just by sleeping with him. Yeah, they talk shop once in a while, but Jensen usually doesn’t elaborate to the point where Jared would know how to do what Jensen does.

“Jensen, you and Buckmaster will be responsible for reconfiguring the WSKRS to locate the submersible. The company has sent the specs for the submersible itself and its ops system.” Morgan frowned. “They’ve redacted what they consider ‘trade secrets,’ but their CTO has assured us that we’ll have all the information we’ll need.”

“And you believe them?” said Briana.

Morgan smirked. “Not for a second. Jensen, you have my blessing to find the information you need in any way you can.”

Jensen grinned. It wasn’t every day that Captain Morgan gave him carte blanche to hack files, and Jared knew full well just how badly Jensen craved Morgan’s approval.

Morgan went on. “Commander Smith, I want you to use the Hyper Reality Probe to assist the WSKRS crew in locating the submersible.”

“Yes, Sir,” replied Sam.

“Speight, Benedict, and Sheppard will conduct the personnel rescue from the launch sub. Collins, you’ll be responsible for keeping comms open between the launch and the bridge, and also for attempting to establish comms with the submersible.”

“Understood, Captain,” said Misha.

Morgan shut down the view screen. “You have your orders. Dismissed.”

Jared stood up and was about to say something to Jensen when Morgan walked over to them. “Jensen, you’ve got a lot of responsibility on this. I want you to go get some sleep. You’re gonna need it.”

“But Captain—”

“That’s an order,” said Captain Morgan in a tone that brooked no argument.

Jensen let out an exasperated sigh that he didn’t even attempt to hide. “Yes, sir.”

“And Padalecki, I want you to make sure he does.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Jared, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Morgan sported a similar expression.

Jared nodded toward the briefing room door. “Come on, Jensen.”

Jensen rolled his eyes slightly, but followed Jared out the door.

“I don’t need a nap,” complained Jensen when they got to the MagLev.

“Yeah, you do,” replied Jared. “Because it’s the last one you’re gonna get until this is all over.”

Jensen winced slightly. “I didn’t think of that.”

They got on the MagLev. “Your quarters or mine?” asked Jared.

“Mine.” Jensen gave the MagLev its destination. “I’ve got stuff there I’m gonna need if I’m gonna turn you into a Level 3 sensor technician in a couple of hours.”

All the blood drained from Jared’s face. He’d stopped thinking about that part. He’d taken a couple of engineering classes at the Academy, so he knew the basics of how the WSKRS worked, but he really didn’t know if he was capable of carrying out the kind of technical wizardry that the job required.

Inside Jensen’s quarters, Jared waited for Jensen to climb in bed before excusing himself to the restroom. “Okay,” Jensen mumbled, having seemingly embraced the idea of sleeping in the past couple of minutes. Jared slipped out of the room and called Morgan on his comlink.

“Captain, I’m not so sure about this,” said Jared quietly.

Morgan half-smiled. “Jared, the tech stuff really isn’t your job. Your job is to keep Jensen from figuring out just how impossible his job is.”

Jared’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean—”

“Even if we succeed at locating the submersible before the hull breaches, the odds of being able to get the entire crew out alive are extremely low,” said Morgan. “So in essence, you’re Jensen’s security blanket. As long as he’s talking directly to you, he should be okay, even if it becomes clear that the mission will fail.”

“Christ,” Jared breathed. He had no idea how futile the Captain expected their efforts to be. And it seemed like Jared’s job was to hide that from Jensen. He really wasn’t thrilled about being forced to lie to Jensen, but he understood why Morgan wanted him to.

“It’s a hell of a lot to dump on an emotionally fragile teenager,” Morgan continued. “And the last thing I want is for him to blame himself if this goes sideways. Because it’s almost guaranteed to.” Morgan’s expression softened. “It’s a lot to ask of you, also. And it’s not fair for me to exploit your relationship with Jensen this way. I do apologize for that.”

“Thank you,” said Jared. He really had no idea what to say. His head was spinning.

“After this is over, I’m giving all of you a week’s shore leave,” said Morgan. “We’ll need to dry dock at the UEO shipyard to undo all the modifications to the WSKRS and the launch sub anyway.”

Jared nodded. He was still stuck on what Morgan had said earlier.

“Look, you need the rest too,” said Morgan in a paternal tone. “I’ll see you on the bridge at 1900 hours.”

“Yes, Sir.” That was just under 8 hours from now. Jared turned off the comlink and quietly went back into Jensen’s room. He climbed into Jensen’s bunk, spooning up against him, and Jensen made a soft, contented noise and leaned back into Jared. Jared couldn’t help but smile at that.

#j2 fanfic #365daysofj2 #j2 #j2 au #seaquest dsv #fusion au #military au #submarine

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teapottroubles · 6 months

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CMDR Scott: Let it be known all chat records are in fact logged and stored.

#✧ i cannae change the laws of physics! ( scotty )#✧2econd 2ight 2eer ( illiterate/crack )

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hajima-7 · 3 months

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ok i ended up making a gnome druid <3 her name's Vesna

#cmdr's log #my Tav #vesna #bg3

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cmdrshadesaber · 1 year

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Vtuber character Debut story Pt 2 : The chase begins

CMDR's log 10.25.3304

"It's been a month since starting my hunt for Ferrion. Tracing his movements, back tracking his sources, his old friends; it's been a long road. Not to mention having to shmooze Imp officers and hierarchs. It's all for the sake of bringing in this monster. Drugs, I don't care; treason, I'm a fairly angry; slavery is where I draw the line. He tricked people, ruining their livelihoods and income just to offer an "out", only to trick them and sell them off to the highest bidder. Imps all preach fairness and that their slaves are just well kept indentured servants, but I've seen evidence otherwise. I've seen the atrocities they've done. Experiments, resource collection without protection equipment, target practice, hunting prey for the rich and arrogant, and many other things. Ferrion supposedly stood for freedom and protection of the innocent, but all he stood for was enslavement, getting rich, and allowing the Imps to kill thousands. I will find him, and catch him. Though there's no guarantee he'll return to face court."

CMDR's log 2.3.3305

"Ferrion is a crafty one, I'll give him that. He's been using pirates and the black market smugglers to bounce around systems, staying just out of reach, using new aliases and even letting himself be traded on the imperial slave market to Dukes and Barons who are allies to stay under the radar. I'm currently stuck on a barren rock 1000 light-years away from Sol waiting for an informant inside the Blue Mafia. Apparently she helped smuggle Ferrion on the last drug run they did for some extra cash. Hopefully he'll be able to give me some answers. Too many lives have been lost to Ferrion to give him any more freedom to end more."

CMDR's log 2.15.3305

"It was a damned trap. I thought it would cost me a few thousand credits to get information from the informant, but instead it cost me part of my face, my eyes, a lung, and my pride. The informant turned out to be part of his crew he's been building. They brought me out far from civilized space to try and kill me, or hope I never make it back in time after crippling me. Luckily the med bay of Federal Corvettes are damn near full hospitals, though my ship was heavily damaged in my escape. They tore it up good, I'm just glad I made the Gladiolus damn near a fleet unto it's own. I made it back, I survived. They may have taken a few pieces out of me, but I'll get my payback pound for pound. I'm coming for you Ferrion."

#vtubesona #vtuber #twitch #elite dangerous #envtuber #vutbers are still watching #debut #backstory #vtuber uprising #vtubers of tumblr

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cmdr · 1 month

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{LOG 04 - AND BACK AGAIN}

{BLU THUA WE-Z D18 SYSTEM}

{23:12 MAR 28 3310}

LOG FOLLOWS:

{CMDR-1707 "MACK"} has docked at {SCG19 BREAD AND CIRCUS}, bringing him as close to the bubble as he's been in several months. Since long before my relatively recent arrival in the Guild, {CMDR-1707 "MACK"} has been exploring the wide ranges of the galaxy.

As I expected, his return has generated a good deal of buzz among Guild members.

But the fanfare won't last forever. Expeditions have a cost; the Guild maintains massive operating expenses. {CMDR-1707 "MACK"} and I have begun working together, finally in person, on a plan to use Guild resources for the organization and execution of a massive trade operation. The principles are simple enough - buy goods in X system, sell them in Y system, profit. Ideally, profit immensely. Nothing we haven't done before.

I think I surprised the Guild council with my knowledge of financial management. Before my current expedition into deep space, I had taken over an account for the council in what I assumed was a test of their confidence in me. That account, which started at roughly six-hundred-million credits was quickly doubled in value, then doubled again, until it was worth over seven billion. Further, most of this money flowed out of Sol, deepening our professional ties to the controlling factions there (and to the Federation overall).

Needless to say, my word was gospel when I assisted {CMDR-1707 "MACK"} in presenting our plan to the council. We were swiftly approved.

I'm attaching a few more photos from the final days of my crew's expedition. We discovered and mapped several valuable worlds and pulled a hefty amount of credits from the Universal Cartographics coffers when we arrived back at {SCG19 BREAD AND CIRCUS.}

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cmdr-h-of-the-woods · 8 months

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Another 2,000 light-years

//Start log//

After 6 weeks or so in the Pleiades, the dreaded "Where to now?" question started popping up in my head as I was wrapping things up. For a few days, I hopped around, revisiting some favourites and taking a look at places I might have missed.

On 12th August, I launched from asteroid base Stargazer in Pleione, with a 70-jump economical course plotted to HIP 26566. That system had been in my bookmarks for a bit, I had noticed it had an O-class star and 3 black holes and I was intrigued.

From the Pleiades, I briefly crossed into the Taurus Dark Region, and then into a long section of brown dwarf stars in the Synuefe sector. I diligently picked up any biological samples I could find. Around such dim stars, those icy bodies only ever seem to host bacteria, mainly of the Acies type.

Eight days later, I reached HIP 26566. The main star looked incredibly big and bright, especially after all these L, T, and Y class stars. Just 165 light-seconds away, two black holes (B and C) are found, orbiting each other. I moved roughly to the barycentre, facing the California nebula, and spent a good while just watching how the light was distorted around black hole B. I almost forgot about black hole C until I turned around and saw that the universe looked wonky on that side too.

I flew to black hole D, and there, something weird happened. I suddenly noticed a strange yellow orb, just floating there. I tried to get closer, but it got farther and farther away from me. I thought, maybe if I hopped into supercruise for a second, I could catch up to it, but it disappeared and I couldn’t find it again. No idea what that was. I did get video evidence of it, just in case.

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My next waypoint was just a few jumps away, at a red giant called HIP 26832 A. I landed on body 2, only 182 light-seconds away. I figured, if I landed on the dark side of that planet, the temperature might be bearable. I stood there for a while, contemplating that dying star, pondering the meaning of life and death and the universe and humans being made of stardust.

I then decided to head towards the California nebula, which I had noticed kept getting bigger and bigger in the sky. On 24th August, I made my first "First discovery". The system, Synuefe QE-Z A13-0, had already been visited, but this must have been pre-FSS days, and no CMDR had flown all the way to the last two bodies. I landed on body 4 on the edge of the largest crater, at -39.5096/-132.0637, facing Barnard’s Loop, the Orion nebula, and a strange tunnel of stars. Heard some pretty eerie sounds, must have been the ice creaking, but who knows.

Soon I started finding bodies with bark mounds and non-human signatures, a clear sign that I was getting closer to my destination. I had read something about bark mounds having been classified as an endangered species, so I was quite happy to have found those little colonies. As far as the non-human signatures, I’ve decided to leave them alone. In the human Bubble, I’ll try to get rid of the probes I find, because, well, it’s human space. But the nebulas have belonged to the Thargoids for... millions of years?

Body ABC 6 d in California Sector JM-V c2-5 had some really lovely views of the nebula through the rings of this icy body, bathed in sunrise. I made one final push to HIP 18390 and docked at California Freeport.

Also, a “funny” photo—I had a sudden realisation that from a certain angle, the California nebula kind of looked like a bird of prey, not unlike the falcon featured on my ship.

//End log//

Bonus: Ryan, my AI explorer companion, reading this log:

#elite dangerous #logbook entry

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shrinkraygothic · 1 year

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Commander's journal entry #0054

Entry by: Cmdr G. Olson. September 19, 2004, 09:53 hours. Location: Uncertain

(This entry was dictated to the log through the onboard auto-transcription feature.) The pinging sound is still coming from the console, but I haven't found any way to interface with it yet. The dash is totally wrecked. That pinging isn't a tracker, I don't think. As far as I know, those aren't standard issue on the landing orbiters. And I doubt a tracker would work if the orbiter and I shrink. Assuming I'm not hallucinating or dead, anyway.

I feel oddly... calm. Maybe it's shock. I really hope being reduced in size and mass hasn't put me in circulatory shock! But, then again, I was unconscious for a few hours after landing. If the size-mass reduction was going to kill me, I'm sure I would already be dead. I'm sure my colleagues █████ and ████ would love to run some tests on me when they find me.

(There are a few moments of silence. Rustling sounds can be heard.)

I've got my launch re-entry suit on. I'm considering ditching the helmet and keeping the communications cap. I at least needs the comms cap, or else I won't be able to pick up any radio frequencies and dictate to the journal. But, I know I'm on Earth. At least, I'm 99% sure. I don't need to keep the helmet on.

I'm... not sure how I'm going to get out of the orbiter, though. It landed sideways, so I have to climb out the top to get out. I don't think the floatation ring around the base of the orbiter was able to deploy properly, if at all. If it didn't, I suppose I would have sunk by now. I'll have to get a better look at it when I get out. If the life raft is still intact, I could use that to traverse to the "shore" - err, the side of the pool and climb out. But if it was damaged, I will have to swim.

If I have to swim, the launch re-entry suit might bog me down, since it would limit my full range of motion. It has a flotation device, so I doubt I'd sink and drown, even though this thing is heavy. I just don't think I'd be able to swim or lift myself over the side of the pool. I'd need a way to lift myself out. Or I'd have to wait for someone to life me out...

(There is an audible pause. Grace mutters something to herself, but it is unintelligible. The sound of Grace climbing up the side of the capsule can be heard.)

Thank God, the raft appears intact. I can deploy it, but I'll need to detach it from the raft manually, make sure it lands upright, and climb over the side of the orbiter.

I'm (unintelligible) the survival bag and the log. As long as I don't submerge myself in this water, the log should remain intact. At this size, I'll need the survival kit, at least until I get rescued or make contact with someone. Let me see what's in the survival bag...

(Sounds of rummaging can be heard.)

I've got... a few canteens of water. Desalting chemicals. Freeze-dried food and calorie-dense nutrient bars... um, some AO glasses, a space blanket... a survival flashlight... oh, good, a flare gun and some emergency flares, a survival knife... and a radio. I don't know if the radio works at this size. I imagine the frequencies might be impacted.

(Silence.)

Doesn't seem to work. Maybe I'll give it a try again once I've found some shelter.

Back to the boat. Ok, I'm switching the log off. I'll record another entry once I've made it to solid ground.

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