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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: 21.0427

Scene: Holo-dec

Placing his hands behind his back and walking down to the other Chambers, where he waited for T’lin to walk in, and there she is look beautiful, but she came in with something to say.

T'Lin was interested to see that the Sheriff.  More so, she was interested in meeting her fellow Vulcans.  She kept to her role though and noted the child and mentioned her.

"There was a child brought in my lord, I thought to ask for her to join my retinue if you please."

“My lady if you excuse me, but the child is in no danger.” He looked at the other guards “Leave us.” as soon as they did. “ T’lin it finally good to meet you.”

T'Lin made that formal nod of her head and made the traditional salute.  "And you as well Se'vek.  Peace and long life." 

“Back in Character, Marion I want to know where were your where about? If I to keep you safe from this Robin the hood.”

"I ...

SD: 21.0426

Scene: Holo-dec

T’peen walked in the Dungeon area where the girl suppose to be, she could hear all kinds of sounds, the prisoner of people who didn’t pay their taxes, and the place stink badly, but she went on, she could hear men having a good time, when she got closer she spot three men around the girl while one kissing on her, she seem didn’t like the attention, as soon as she walked in the men stop and stood at attention. She could see the girl was molested, she turn to the guard that was responsible.

“You were ordered to take care of the girl not to harm her.”

“My lady, the Sheriff said that I can do what I want with her with killing her.”

“Well I taking care of the child. You are relieved permently. You arefired.”

“You can’t do that to me. . .ARGH!!” he yelled out and he lung himself at the assistant Sheriff, it was a clumsy attack which she was able to avoid and turn around and done a Neck pinch that brought ...

SD:21.0425
Scene: Main Gates of Nottingham Castle

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

It was far too early for the guards to put up with a happy minstrel. The
youthful man approached the gate strumming lightly on his lute and when he saw
someone he changed the tune and tried to get them to listen. He was a typical
entertainer trying to get a few coins; not illegal but annoying as they had to
be a captive audience as the made his way SLOWLY to the gates trying to
entertain.

The two guards watched as the man FINALLY arrived playing a tune.

"Hallo Soldiers, My name is William, can I play a tune to please you and have
kindness shown to help with my Taxes?" Trilone said while holding his cup with a
few shillings init clanging about.

"You are pretty Good." One guard snatched the cup.

" `ey, that is me livelihood." Trilone started to complain. "That ...

SD:21.0427
Scene: Bridge USS OLYMPUS-MONS

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

"Captain, I have been working on the information given to us." Ro said as he
decided the fatigue of the situation was getting to him a bit. "These Pirates
may be independent of the Guatu; I have read several references as; and I quote,
Guatu Pirates and not `Guatu. This means they are a faction of the society or
co-operative agents of the Guatu people."

HE reached for a Padd and called up some data.

"Though limited information is available I have found one parallel in Earth
History." He handed the Padd to the Captain.

"English Privateers like this Drake the Dragon?" The Captain tried not to growl
as he spoke. "How can this ba a parallel?"

"Simple," Ro answered. "England wasnot given a part of the new world from the
Pope, Spain was ...

SD: 21.0426.2300 (GMT)
***********************************
Scene: OLYMPUS, bridge
Time: after Allynda's arrival
***********************************

<snip: Marilyn's "Reporting Officially">
>
>"I am very pleased to meet you, sirs," she indicated
>Kallesin the Android FO. "I must beg forgiveness for my
>rather abrupt entry and ignoring protocol."
>
>She straightened completely and stood at attention
>facing the captain.
>
>"Captain, Ensign Allynda ilm Warraqen reporting for
>duty."

Darr'chuh smiled just the tiniest bit. -Now- she was
getting formal?

"At ease, Ensign. It's good you got here in one piece,
after emerging from D-Warp in the middle of a battle.
Don't let me keep you from those sensor readouts."

<snip: Robert's "The Need of the One Continues">
>
>He looked Darr'chuh square in the eyes.
>
>"I ...

SD:21.0424.1711
Scene: Corridors between Drop Ship and Turbo Lift

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

Ro was getting back to zero buoyancy; not a place he liked to reside but the
best he could get right now, he was functional. What had happened with Mason is
a part of life in Star Fleet; people go missing. Ro is third in Command of the
USS OLYMPUS-MONS and with that came the responsibility to deal with... he would
not let this get in his way. Not to say it will not hinder him; even wound to
his core but he will not cripple his duty.

The walk to the Turbo lift was on automatic; his giving the command to go to the
bridge came naturally; considering he had spent more time on the bridge in the
last day than all his time on the OLYMPUS-MONS.

`I will get you back My Lady... by the Prophets you will be back.' Ro thought.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Scene: ...

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 ...

Stardate: 20.1120
Scene: USS HORIZON - Bridge

Nova'Song, Mystic of the Horizon, sat comfortably in her
command chair, ready to sing into the deep. Their bow pointed
towards the edge of the Jura sector, the edge of federation space.
She felt refreshed, as did her crew. The few weeks of R&R was what
they had needed, no shore leave, but limited duty shifts and
organized activities did a lot to put the crew in a better mood.

She held her essence in check, fully in control of all her
capacities, she sensed the spirits of the horizon, and they were bright.

The massive bridge which she'd become so accustomed to hummed and
beeped, a purr like a happy kitten.

But nothing lasts forever.

"Sir," Lt. Sandra Thyme said from the Ops station. "We're getting a
distress call. It's on a strange channel, and garbled, or encoded.
I don't get anything more than a general distress call..."

"What type of channel."

"it ...

SD: 20.0926
Scene: USS HORIZON - Ready Room

"Captain's Personal Log stardate twenty point zero nine two six:
The crew has had time to recover from our last mission though the
paperwork of such mission still remains. It has taken me some time
to process what has happened, the losses and the very fact of the
Time Eaters themselves. It was to be many more centuries until they
made a move for this universe, or so I thought. My sight still
remains clouded, and I find myself trusting my more 'humanoid'
instincts. That aside, most of the crew's spirits seem to have
returned to normal and I've called for a staff meeting at oh-nine-
hundred tomorrow. I look forward to taking some time to build my
relationship with my new crew before being thrown into another crisis
again. There is no other trial than through action, however, the
bonding through extraordinary experience is not enough to hold a
crew, like family together. Pause."

Her ...

==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: 21.0428
Scene: USS DESTINY - Sickbay

[[[nrpg: snip from Petra]]]

Vanessa turned to the head nurse, "I want to see the place where the
incident happened and to talk to someone present there. Maybe that
gives me a clue what might have happened." Thenurse nodded "That
should be Lt Tyn Alamy and Cadet Ioannou, Miss."

Good, I am on my way to see them and then to the place where they
found the Chief. If anything unusual shows up from the examinations or
her state changes, call me." With those words Vanessa turned to go
find Alamay and Ioannou.

[[[nrpg: new]]]

The Doctor had barely gotten to the door when it happened. In an
instant... the Nurse had lowered the stasis only but for a moment, but
that was enough. The nurse let out a scream and collapsed mid key
sequence, at the same time Zambia sat upright, fully conscious but
speaking incoherently at a near scream.
"Tan..halalai..iehnal....in...in...ila.....inmlk.....kajoeia.....!AAA!HH!H!!!"

The ...

USS Destiny, Trying to find a cure
SD 19.0425.2005
Scene: Sickbay
Time: Present

[[[nrpg: snip from Geoffrey]]]

"What's her status?" Lt. Cmdr. Seoul Geo asked as he entered the sickbay. He'd
been an instructor for several years before being tapped as CTO, and he'd known
Zambia well.

"Unchanged, she's in stasis, now that the doctor is here perhaps we can help
her..." The nurse said.

"This is our new Doctor, Cadet Adan... Doctor, please see what you can do for
the Chief. Tyn, Ioannou, what is the status of the intruder?"

[[[nrpg: end snip]]]

Vanessa blinked her eyes and turned to the nurse "Give me a PADD with Chief
Zambia's biofile and medical history and a Medical Tricorder, please!" This
clearly was no time for long introductions or for any small talk. Vanessa stood
next to Zambia as she listened what happened and how they found Zambia but she
could not find a clue that explained ...

SD: 21.0420.0100 (GMT)
***********************************
Scene: USS DESTINY, Sickbay
Time: after Cadet Adan arrives
***********************************

<snip: Geoffrey's "Another Comes to Try">
>
>"This is our new Doctor, Cadet Adan.... Doctor, please
>see what you can do for the Chief. Tyn, Ioannou, what
>is the status of the intruder?"

"Zambia was after the intruder when this happened to
her, sir. When we caught up, she was all burned and
passed out in the corridor...." Cadet Ioannou was all
but wringing his hands and his eyes never left the
Security Chief's injuries as he reported.

"We aren't certain the intruder attacked the Chief, sir.
But there were no signs of damage to any components in
the corridor that might indicate an alternate
explanation for her burns," Lt <jg> Tyn added more
calmly when Orfeas Ioannou trailed off.

"Just as we got ...

SD: 21.0418
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office

[[[nrpg: snip from Petra]]]

He smiled. "At ease Cadet, the Admiral's been expecting you, you can go on in."

The Fleet Admiral himself was to give her, her next assignment. That
was something Vanessa did not expected, maybe her dad had pulled some
strings here. After all she was of a well respected family, yes , it
sounded logical.

She took a deep breath and entered the Fleet Admiral's office with a
swish of the door. Again she snapped to attention and hold out the
PADD to the Admiral. "Vanessa Adan reporting for duty as ordered,
Sir" she said and waited...
[[[nrpg: end snip]]]

Fleet Admiral Tergin wore his usual El-Aurian smile. "Welcome Cadet
Adan," he said. He knew her name, even in these reaches that name had
some clout to some that cared. He looked like a human, only his eyes
gave away the centuries he'd seen.

"Thank you sir," ...

NRPG: re-send w/ correct title.
SD: 21.0412
Scene: SB OMEGA - Fleet Admiral's Office

>
> "Ah! I see, well then Ensign Allynda, the Admiral will see you."
>
> Allynda smiled sweetly and entered the office.
>

Fleet Admiral Tergin sat at his large desk in the middle of the
massive office, made more expansive by the massive viewers that
contained a view of the space around OMEGA, as it would be if you were
standing on Demeter and looking up at the heavens. "Come," he said.

The doors opened to reveal a winged Akkadian with Ensign's pips.
He motioned her to approach his desk in the center of the massive
room.

"Ensign Allynda ilm Warraqen reporting as ordered sir."

"Welcome to the Cocoon Ensign Allynda."

"Thank you sir. You used my name correctly, have you ever met an
Akkadian before?"

The El-Aurian smiled. He was young by his peoples standards,
living ...

[[[nrpg: fwd from Marilyn]]]
SD: 21.0411
Time: 0800
Scene: Fleet Admiral's Office - Starbase Omega

Allynda was excited as well as curious. The later marked her race,
and her more so then many.
She waited outside the Admiral's office never having met the man, and
felt the excitement of actually meeting so high ranking an officer.

She waited paitently in the outer officer, the Lieutenant that served
as the adjutant glancing at her periodically.
Allynda perfered to stand, she was too excited to sit. She had
already peppered the adjutant with dozen's of questions.

"What is the Admiral like? What kind of ship do you think I might
have? Has he ever met an Akkadian before?" the questions tumbled out
one after the other. It was a bad habit she had when she was excited
and curious all at the same time. Asking question after question,
before one could ever be answered.

The man held up a hand to stop the incessant ...

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