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PostPosted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 6:09 pm 
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Could Starfleet have had some MAD/MacNamara issues? After all, what good is a tank when everyone flies around in starships with continent leveling levels of firepower on board.

This is mitigated in some places by opponents who wish to conquer and occupy, not destroy. The thought would be during the TOS era, while they struggle with it you end up with reality pushing on you. This goes away afterwards, and so the TNG is dominated somewhat by types who don't see any utility, until new events/forces like the Dominion and Borg are encountered, forcing a revaluation.

Yeah it's something along those lines I see before me when I consider the changes between TOS and TNG and then onwards into DS9/VOY.

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"After all, what good is a tank when everyone flies around in starships with continent leveling levels of firepower on board."

If you regard 'Andromeda' as ultimate extrapolation of ST arc *before* that was derailed by movie franchise, they had serious ground forces, specifically semi-autonomous killer robots, aka walking tanks. What goes around...

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Micael wrote:
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Dun dun dun!

I knew it was marauding space Danes . . .

Presumably, the gamma, gamma, gamma was a signal for heading to Wolf 359? Or is this set later?

Before, this is in the Enterprise-C era.
So "cube" doesn't ring the same bells as it would a bit later. ;)
But there will be some more clarity along the way I hope, how it fits in with those events and so on.

To add a bit to the discussion of what type of ship the Black Prince she's technically a destroyer but a small one. In my envisioning the class was originally conceived as a cost cutting measure under the project name Light Deep Space Patrol Vessel with the intent of creating a smaller substitute - so cheaper to crew and maintain - but with similar armament and endurance to the full sized destroyers.
The Black Prince was thus the second ship in the Iron Duke-class (the class had been intended to feature historic Royal Navy names) and also the last, the compromises made were too great and only after a corrective refit was she put in active service, albeit usually with more mundane taskings than her bigger brethren.


So kinda like a Light Cruising Spacevessel (LCS) ?

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Nightwatch2 wrote:
Micael wrote:
Johnnie Lyle wrote:
Dun dun dun!

I knew it was marauding space Danes . . .

Presumably, the gamma, gamma, gamma was a signal for heading to Wolf 359? Or is this set later?

Before, this is in the Enterprise-C era.
So "cube" doesn't ring the same bells as it would a bit later. ;)
But there will be some more clarity along the way I hope, how it fits in with those events and so on.

To add a bit to the discussion of what type of ship the Black Prince she's technically a destroyer but a small one. In my envisioning the class was originally conceived as a cost cutting measure under the project name Light Deep Space Patrol Vessel with the intent of creating a smaller substitute - so cheaper to crew and maintain - but with similar armament and endurance to the full sized destroyers.
The Black Prince was thus the second ship in the Iron Duke-class (the class had been intended to feature historic Royal Navy names) and also the last, the compromises made were too great and only after a corrective refit was she put in active service, albeit usually with more mundane taskings than her bigger brethren.


So kinda like a Light Cruising Spacevessel (LCS) ?

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That was part of the inspiration, yes. ;)

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Chapter 6

Bridge, Black Prince

“Okay, just as we planned now, thrusters only!”
Wilsk didn’t really need to remind Adriana at the helm one more time, he’d been very specific on what he wanted to happen but better one time too many than one too few.
“V’lok, is it the same one?” The vulcan waited a bit longer than usual to reply.
“...yes, I believe it is. The exterior geometry is consistent with sensor analysis from our first encounter.”
Well at least there’s just one of them. So far.
“Captain, I’ve calculated the optimum location for us to be at, transferring to helm station.” Th’tavar seemed alert but calm.
In fact everyone on the bridge seemed calm and focused.
Good. Keep cool.

Wilsk just nodded and kept a close eye on the tactical display that showed the relative positions of the Black Prince, Starbase 278 and the alien vessel that they had detected on long range sensors moments earlier.
The ship slowly moved around the Starbase, with only thrusters in use it took longer than it could have, had the impulse engines been engaged.
But that would generate an energy signature that perhaps the alien ship would detect and that was something Wilsk intended to avoid.
Time for some hide and seek.

The marker for the Black Prince finally came to a rest right by the one for the Starbase. Wilsk looked up at the viewscreen, the grey hull of the base filled it completely.
“Nice flying helm. Okay V’lok, drop main power.”
Again the lights dimmed as the right buttons were pressed and red symbols appeared on some of the bridge displays. Just like the last time around.

“Anything new?” Both V’lok and Th’tavar had been silent for a bit longer than he’d like.
“Possibly. Preliminary analysis of the ship’s maneuvering suggest a greater degree of control than during the initial encounter.” V’lok stopped.
“Elaborate please Mr. V’lok.” Why do you always have to drag things out of Vulcans.
V’lok spoke only after a few seconds had passed.
“Hypothetically it could be that the conflict we believed existed between the outer hull and the absorbed cube within has been resolved. One way or another.”
Damn. There goes any hope of exploiting that.
“Th’tavar, where are we at from a tactical point?” Wilsk turned and studied the Andorian. Still calm.
“We’re holding in a stable position with the Starbase in between us and the alien vessel. There has been no indications so far that they have detected us. The vessel is decelerating at an even pace and should come to a stop off the other side of the Starbase if this continues.”
He looked a bit guilty but didn’t say anything else.

Wilsk knew he’d have looked a lot happier if he’d have had some weapons online but things were as they were.
Accept the circumstances you find yourself in and turn them into an advantage.
A teacher at the academy had told that to Wilsk once and he’d reused it as part an impromptu motivational speech he’d given to the bridge crew a short while ago. He wasn’t sure it convinced anyone but he had to at least try.



Inner core, Starbase 278

Anson looked carefully at the marks on the deck.
Blood.
Chief Nikka spoke before he’d finished his train of thought.
“It looks like they were dragged, and with some determination it would seem.”
The Sergeant looked at Nikka.
“Determination?”
“The drag marks are even, no pools of blood as if there was pauses. Just an even path all the way from emergency bulkhead and as far as we can see.”
Anson pondered that for a moment.
“They were going somewhere specific, in a hurry.”
Nikka nodded.
“Sure seems that way. But there’s something else that’s missing.”
He pointed to the walls.
“Not a phaser burn to be found. Either any fight was over so quickly that the crew couldn’t get off a shot or there was no fighting here, period.”
Interesting.

Anson looked back to where they’d come from.
“It’s the bodies that should have been in the atrium.”
Nikka nodded again.
“Someone, apparantly fairly strong, grabbed all the bodies from there. The question is why.”
“Better question is where were they taking them.” Anson looked questioning at Nikka.
“The docks are through there.” The Chief pointed in the direction of the drag marks. “The ones that have been built yet anyway.”
Anson made up his mind.
“Okay, listen up. We’ll move up two levels first to get some higher ground and then we move across to the docks. Squad one’s on point. Let’s go!”

The Macos slid into the routine again, the squads kept alternating and quickly advanced up and through the empty corridors.
The silence felt eerie to Nikka and he had to resist an impulse to speak, just for the sake of it.
Finally they came across something the Chief had been looking for and he quickly caught Anson’s attention.
“Wait!” The Sergeant gave him a brief stare before halting the advance.
“Look!” Nikka pointed to a access console on the wall.

Anson glared at it for a moment before he realized what Nikka was going on about.
It’s still online.
But then he frowned.
“It’s locked out.”
As he said that he looked at Nikka again and saw that he was holding the coffee cup in his hand.
“Time for another round of magic.”
With a grin he then tapped the console and immediately the words Master Override appeared at the top of the screen.
Nikka quickly went through the available options displayed and then looked a bit disappointed.
“Internal comms are down here as well.”
The Sergeant started to motion for the squads to get ready to move again but Nikka grabbed his arm.
“Hang on, there’s a ship.”
A ship?
“It’s in the docks. I didn’t think they were up and running yet but I guess I was wrong.”
“And?” By now Anson had figured out that with Nikka there was always an ‘and’.
“Well...for one it’s right in the direction we’re headed.” Nikka looked a bit concerned now.
“It’s M’Benga class, the Steuben.”
It took a moment for Anson to remember.
A hospital ship.

They started moving again, Nikka noticed that the Sergeant was hurrying them along now and he struggled a bit to keep up with the fit Macos.
Understandable when you’ve just found that an alien boarding party was headed straight for a more or less helpless hospital ship he supposed.

He thought a bit about what they might be moving towards. He figured that either the aliens had gotten aboard the ship and then they might as well just turn around again, even Anson probably wouldn’t consider advancing through a single flimsy airdock walkway which would connect the ship with the base.
Or the crew of the ship had managed to hold them off and then they were most likely running straight into what was probably a pretty annoyed group of aliens they knew nothing about.
Wait a minute.

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A hospital ship named for von Steuben?

Drag marks? Interesting . . . .

Onward!

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I lifted the hospital ship class and name from Memory Beta:
http://memory-beta.wikia.com/wiki/M%27Benga_class
For simplicity's sake. ;)

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Even if I just saw this and late to the party: Great Job.


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Roland wrote:
Even if I just saw this and late to the party: Great Job.

Thank you!
I hope to get going on the next chapter relatively soon for anyone wondering, life and the creative process haven’t gotten along lately.

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Chapter 7

Bridge, Black Prince

“Transporter signatures!”
Th’tavar’s voice sounded strained.
“Easy”, Wilsk was talking as much to himself as he was to the bridge crew. Don’t sweat it.
He waited for a few seconds before asking the question he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to.
“The starbase?”. He glanced at Th’tavar who nodded. “Yes, nothing materializing here.”
That means I have to ask the other question I don’t really want to know the answer to.
“How many signatures?”
First Th’tavar didn’t answer, instead he looked over towards V’lok who raised an eyebrow, then he stared down again at the screen in front of him.
“Three hundred and forty-two.”
Lord have mercy.
Wilsk caught himself exhaling loudly.
“We need to figure out a way to re-establish comms with our people on the starbase. Fast.”
Think!

Inner core, Starbase 278.

“Back, back, get back! First squad cover fire, ready charges! Second, get ready to move...now, now, now!”
Nikka heard the sergeant’s voice booming in his helmet as he was struggling to get a grasp of what was going on.
One moment they’d been moving along as before then the world had exploded around them but he hadn’t seen what had caused it before being abruptly tackled behind a column by a marine who was now standing over him and firing his rifle.
He was about to try to say something to the marine but before he could open his mouth the marine grabbed the rescue handle at the back of Nikka’s suit and yanked, hard.
He felt himself being pulled up and at the same time spun around, then felt a hard push in his back that propelled him forward and nearly made him fall again, though he managed to regain his balance at the last moment.

“What...” He finally managed to speak but the marine ignored him completely and instead pushed him into cover just as they got through the nearest doorway, then started searching for targets with his rifle.
“Second, cover. First, move...now, now, now!” Anson’s voice was thundering in his helmet again and he found himself instinctively reaching for the volume control.
Not that it would have helped his ears much even if he’d managed to turn it down as the next thing from Anson that came over the radio was “Blow ‘em!” immediately followed by a sound so loud that it transplanted from the bulkhead into Nikka’s helmet.
The ringing had barely subsided before he felt a second marine push up against him. Anson.
“Close it! We’ve got to get it closed!” The sergeant pointed to the small hatch on the wall next to Nikka that was labelled “Emergency bulkhead - Manual actuator.”
Having learned the hard way a long time ago that there’s no point in asking questions when marines get in this mood the chief just tore the hatch open and starting working the release mechanism inside.
“Faster!” Working as fast as I can. Nikka just nodded and as he did that amber warning lights started to flash around them followed by the bulkhead sliding down from the ceiling.

The sergeant didn’t seem any more relaxed as it closed. Instead he turned and pointed with his left hand to a large staircase next to a reception desk.
“We’ve got to gain the high ground and put some distance between us and them.”
Then he paused for a moment as he seemed to make up his time.
“Two columns side by side, advance. We don’t have time to leapfrog.”
He paused for a second time then added:
“Double pace.”

As they started to move Nikka looked around and did a quick head count.
Damn.
As if he’d heard his thought Anson turned towards him.

“We lost five.”
Then he lowered his voice.
I lost five.”
Nikka looked him in the eyes.
You saved the rest.”
Anson didn’t reply.

Nikka knew better than to keep pressing.
Better ask questions instead while you can.
“What the hell was that? I never got a good look”.
Anson’s voice had firmed up again as he replied.
“Monsters or machines. Both.”
He was quiet for a moment and then continued.
“It doesn’t matter much what they were. I’m more concerned that our weapons had little effect on them.”
His eyes narrowed.
“That’s our cue to get the hell out of Dodge. But I don’t see a clear path for us to take with hostiles both in front of and behind us.”

Nikka pondered that for a moment.
“We’re going up.”
“Yeah. We stand a better chance of holding them off if we can fight from an elevated position, if we don’t have a choice.”
“I think we do.” The chief suddenly sounded almost cheery. That got Anson’s attention.
“Talk.”
“Well...” Nikka began. “Above us is the flag area. The Admiral and senior staff officers. There’s a viewing area there overlooking the starship docks and also a shortcut for the brass.”
Anson’s facial expression was still blank so Nikka continued.
“There’s a transporter station for short range use, to get to and from the docked ships without having to walk and take pesky turbolifts.”
Now Anson got it.
“The hospital ship...if it’s not been overrun we can beam aboard.”
Nikka nodded.
“Better than to wait for those things to catch up with us anyway.”
Then we just have to figure out how to get the ship out of a semi-imploded spacedock. Piece of cake.

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“Better than to wait for those things to catch up with us anyway.”
Then we just have to figure out how to get the ship out of a semi-imploded spacedock. Piece of cake.


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The bad guys sound Swedish :p

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