USS Hades

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MISSION LOG: MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH
STARDATE RANGE: 2446.10.18 - 2446.10.19
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DAY 3
  - HADESRPG: (3-1855) Lt. Cal Dogan & Romulan Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa
    (USS Hades - Deck 9 - Nine and Dine- CSEC - Lt. Cal Dogan & Romulan
Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa- 1855)

DAY 4
  - HADESRPG: (4-1529) Chief Engineering Officer- Lt. JG Adnora Alouron
    (USS Hades - Main Engineering - CEO, Lt. Adnora Alouron - 1530)
  - HADESRPG: (4-1529) Romulan Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa
    (USS Hades - Main Engineering - Romulan Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa -
1529)
  - HADESRPG: (4 - 1530) CO, Captain Keira Merek
    (USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1530)
  - HADESRPG: (4 1533)  FO CMDR  Ire Williams
    (USS Hades - Deck 1 - Bridge - FO- CMDR – Ire Williams - 1533)
  - HADESRPG: (4-1535) CSEC - Lt. Cal Dogan-
    (USS Hades - Deck 1 -  Bridge - CSEC - Lt. Cal Dogan- 1535)

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HADESRPG: (3-1855) Lt. Cal Dogan & Romulan Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2026 13:40:06 -0400

Sorry thought this was sent. It is a back post mind the stardate.


Mission: Homecoming
Day: 3
Stardate: 2446.10.18

(USS Hades - Deck 9 - Nine and Dine- CSEC - Lt. Cal Dogan & Romulan
Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa- 1855)

Delexa had arrived at 1850 and found herself a seat, one that wasn't too
centralized as to cause them to have to use a louder volume in their
conversation but also one that wasn't too isolated from the view of others.

She hadn't ventured around the ship after having left the bridge earlier;
she went to her quarters and remained there until she had gained the
confidence of Lieutenant Dogan.

She knew she didn't technically need his blessing to venture the ship, but
she wanted to respect his station and demonstrate that she was there with
nothing but good and honest intentions. She sat waiting, wearing her
Romulan uniform. She had not ordered any beverage or food, she had learned
that doing so may be considered rude.

When Cal stepped into the Nine and Dine every conversation stopped. This
was the first time the Brikar had entered the establishment for anything
other than an official reason, for those who new him. For all others he was
just an imposing presence. After a few moments conversations resumed.

He scanned the room with his eyes and caught sight of Delaxa. She had
picked a strategic position away from most of the other diners and away
from the service entrance, so they could talk lowly. Under other
circumstances some might consider the placing as… romantic.

Dogan stepped up to the table and nodded to the Romulan. “Centurion.”

Delexa stood up immediately and had her hands on full display, a subtle
Romulan gesture to convey there was no threat intended. She bowed her head
to him lightly.

“Lieutenant Dogan, I hope my seating selection wasn't too impulsive.” She
said as she gestured to the chair for him to sit down.

Cal eyed the chair for a moment, considering its ability to support his
mass. He tapped his comm badge. “Computer, transport my personal chair to
this location.”

A moment later his reinforced chair appeared. He removed the chair at the
table and replaced with his own. Then he sat. The chair almost groaned at
the weight it supported. He looked up at Delexa and shrugged.

“I made the mistake of trusting a standard chair in the past,” he
explained. “Let’s just say I won’t make that mistake again.”

She sat down. “You are not missing out on much, the padding on these chairs
is very subpar.”

Cal chuckled, “I’ll take your word on that.”

“And no, impulsive was not the word I had in mind,” he answered her
question. “Thoughtful would be the descriptor I would use. I approve.”

She looked at him. She had never seen a Brikar actually sit down before. It
was a pleasant sight to see such a massive being relaxed.

They say looking at each other for a moment, and in true Brikarian fashion
he went straight to the heart of the matter. “Tell me Centurion, why did
you choose to be part of this exchange program?”

“I didn't." She said very quickly.

Cal was surprise, “Indeed?”

“I was assigned to the program by my superiors, because most of the
participants were from our 4th Fleet, Diplomatic and Escort Fleet to be
more precise. Central command wanted more participants from the other 4
fleets and with lack of volunteers, participants were chosen.” Delexa
explained.

“And what is your background?” Dogan asked.

“ I am from the 3rd fleet, Strike Fleet, Rapid-response warfare, Strategic
defense, and Counter-offensive capability are our specialty. We are less
politically and diplomatically inclined than the rest of the fleets. We are
soldiers, our place is out there…” Delexa said and looked with her eyes and
motioned with her head towards the windows and into the vastness of space.
“…Not some exchange program. Yet, I was selected and like any good soldier,
I do what I am told. So here I sit on a Federation vessel under the command
of a Starfleet Captain.”

Cal mused on that revelation for a moment. He appreciated her honesty. It
said much about her. It said that she followed orders, no matter what. It
also said that she had little, if any, personal stock in this venture.

He nodded, "Good soldier. I can appreciate that. Other than duty, what
motivates you to be here. Surely you could have passed on the opportunity
if you did not agree with the purpose of the program?”

Delexa chuckled a bit. “I could have but a refusal, even one that is
permitted, is placed upon our records. I am from a military family on both
sides, Lieutenant, exemplary service is expected.” She drew a deep breath.
“ Personally I s…”

“But,” Cal added.

“I do see the benefit of the program. The Federation and Republic are
allies after all. We have joint operations taking place, but I feel like my
time could be better spent on the front lines defending the Republic from
Klingons or the wandering ship clans of the Romulan Free State who wish
nothing more than to pirate our technology and resources.” Delexa
mentioned.

“I can appreciate your position,” Dogan said. “I might feel the same in
your place.”

“ May I ask you a question, Lieutenant ?”

The server came to the table and interrupted them. She looked at them as if
they were the oddest pair she’d ever seen. She might just be correct.

“What can I get for you folks?” she asked.

Dogan looked at the woman and chose to not say “privacy”. He looked at the
menu briefly. Not seeing his typical nutri-goop he considered an
alternative.

“I will have the lentil stew with root vegetables and coconut milk over
quinoa,” he ordered.

“I will have exactly what the Lieutenant is having.” Delexa said. She
wanted to have the same tasting experience as the Lieutenant as she had no
idea what she would actually like.

Once the server was gone he refocused, “Ask your question.”

“Do you find life in the Federation fulfilling?” She asked.

Cal sat back, “Define fulfilling. It has been different than life on the
Brikar Homeworld. But I had a different calling than my parents desired.”

She thought for a moment. “Are you satisfied ? More so than you would have
been had you remained on your homeworld?”

“If I had remained on the homeworld I would have felt obligated to follow
in his footsteps in the leadership of the Brikarian military. When I was
introduced to Starfleet I saw a life of exploration instead of one of
destruction. Our oaths… became different. Satisfied?” He shrugged. “I
believe I am on a better path. Perhaps, one day, I will feel satisfaction.
However, if I had stayed I know that I would never feel that. Something
would always be missing. “

“I just wanted to ask the most apparent outsider other than myself. I had
the thought that your experience would somehow provide me with a certain
level of enlightenment as to what lies ahead for me.” Delexa explained. “If
I have overstepped my place with my inquiry please tell me, Lieutenant.”

“Overstepped? I do not believe so,” Dogan said. “Nobody has ever asked me
that question before and I have never brought the subject up. It has caused
a … rift in my family. However there are others to take my place there.
Here, I have a place of my own. Such self realizations are never out of
place.”

He paused for a moment and added, “I hope I have helped you with your own
dilemma.”

Delexa smiled and nodded her head. “S’ei tr’velh nath tr’ra t’khia. Ei
ch’rhei velh dosi iha s’khre, velh tr’ra nath iha.” She said in very
precise High Rihannsu, a Romulan dialect.

Cal’s eyes narrowed as he tried to hear the words Delaxa spoke.

“It's an old proverb,” she said. “The path you carve yourself is often the
one fate intended. If another can take your place, then it was never truly
yours.” She explained. “It appears you have flourished thus far,
Lieutenant.”

“Indeed,” the Brikarian replied. “I am not so fatalistic. I believe we
create our own path. However, I understand your sentiment.”

Their food arrived at their table before she could respond. “Thank you for
your service, and to the ones who prepared this provision.” She said to the
server.

Dogan nodded as his food was placed in front of him.

“If there is anything you need, just ask. Please access the drink menu on
the table top; the built-in replicator will provide the desired beverage.”
The server said then left their table to proceed to another.

Delexa looked at the food in front of her. “I suppose there isn't a correct
way to eat this is there?” She asked rhetorically with a chuckle then
looked at Dogan. “Since it's all thrown together.”

Delexa opened the drink menu on the table and selected a drink, a green
tea. She had sampled various drinks on the USS Princeton and found herself
being quite fond of green tea. The tea appeared in front of her.

Cal opted for no drink. It was not necessary since the meal had enough
liquid in it. However, he was aware that other beings need to to consume
liquid with a meal.

“In case the conversation diverts too far from the intended goal of this
meeting I have a copy of my service record from the Republic Fleet. Its
accuracy can be verified with the Federation office of joint operations. I
have also granted you access to the database on New Romulus to have access
to my complete biographical profile, of course anything deemed mission
sensitive will be redacted.” Delexa said and took a drink of her green tea.

Cal smiled, “That is very gracious of you. I can verify the information
that I have already compiled from my sources. I am curious, though.” He
paused to pick up the bowl of steaming stew and poured a portion of it into
his mouth. “You are directly related to Praetor Nerel, are you not? How is
that you have received a junior station assignment rather than something
more… diplomatically inclined?”

“Praetor Nerel, who I never met was the one time leader of the Star Empire
who died many years before I was born, he like many before him was removed
from power by his successor, Hiren who was removed by his successor Shinzon
of Remus. Betrayal was an all too common theme in the Star Empire.” She
said with a pause and straightened her posture. “ But to answer your
question, our stations are earned, Lieutenant. Legacy is not inherited, it
is proven through service.”

“An excellent policy,” Dogan replied. “Sadly, one not shared by many races.”

“You strike me as the sort of person to place duty above all.” Delexa
remarked then took a spoonful of the stew.

“A Brikarian is honor bound to perform the duties of their station,” Cal
explained. “To not do so is to forfeit one’s life. I am bound to the Hades
and to Captain Merek and will defend both to my death. If that is what you
mean.”

Delexa nodded her head. “I know those aren't just words, I can tell you
mean it and that makes me feel a lot safer. It's very reminiscent of the
oath we take when joining the Fleet. Duty before self, service before
ambition.”

Cal shrugged at the similarities, “Perhaps I was a bit rash to judge you,
Centurion. Clearly we have much in common. It will be… interesting to serve
with you.”

“I'm glad that we have a better understanding of each other. I'm sure it
will make shadowing you tomorrow enjoyable. Head of security is a position
of immense importance. It will be an honour to serve with you Lieutenant
Dogan.”

Cal drained the last of his stew and nodded, “Then I shall endeavor to be
worthy of your honor, Centurion. Tomorrow is another day.”

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HADESRPG: (4-1529) Chief Engineering Officer- Lt. JG Adnora Alouron
From: tinmanjayc at gmail.com (Tinman JayC)
Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2026 20:37:01 -0400

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19

(USS Hades - Main Engineering - CEO, Lt. Adnora Alouron - 1530)


Alouron looked around the engineering section with an analytical eye.  As she did so she had the feed from the bridge relaying from her station. 

=^= All stations report ready." OPS reported.

Alouron double checked the readiness status of engineering. 

=^=Helm, load the coordinates.=^= Captain Keira ordered.

=^=Aye, sir.=^= Helm called out.

Alouron felt inside her engineering overcoat for the delivery device. -~Soon,~ 

=^=OPS begin recording.=^= Keira said.

=^=Recording begins at fifteen thirty and forty five seconds.=^= OPS confirmed.

=^=Execute jump on my mark. =^= Keira ordered.

=^=Ready.=^=Helm said.

“Here we go!” She called out loudly to engineering at large. “I am proud of you all!”

=^=Mark.=^= Keira’s voice called through the crisp comm.

“Drive engaging!” A voice called but it seemed to warble.  On the holographic screen she had called up thy shared the view of bridge’s images of the starfield in front of them.  And the chsnge. In a matter of seconds all the stars they could see refracted to a single point. The viewscreen was completely black except for that single point. yet light trailed from every console like Alouron was wearing spectral refracting shades. Voices of reports became a line. 

Just as quickly the narrow view of light opened up into a completely different star field. The coaxial drive returned to a zero state.

And as the engineering staff celebrated Alouron leaned over the readings and touched the delivery device.  She could have sworn she felt a vibrating, even though the internals were static. 

She heard reports coming in through comms, then she took a breath that somehow felt louder than anything else in engineering save the racing heartbeat threatening to climb up her throat and through her ears!

Alarms blared! Lights began to flutter throughout the ship
The Warp core began to pulse out of sequence and coolant began to flood the deck! and systems throughout the ship began to surge with sparks and fire. Thrusters fired!  

The Hades began to spin unpredictably and consoles went dark, section by section, deck by deck.

Life support stopped. Gravity cut off,  forcefields activated at every section, every deck, every junction point. 
Shields dropped. Inertial dampeners cut to less than a quarter. Crew began to leave the deck then seem to be sloshed around like flots in a storming sea.

All save Alouron whose magnetic boots activated. If only anestizine gas could flood the ship.

(Reply any)
Posted by tinmanjayc
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.- Aristotle

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HADESRPG: (4-1529) Romulan Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa
From: emarderok2 at gmail.com (Wayne Fromm)
Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2026 09:39:13 -0400

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 4

Stardate: 2446.10.19

(USS Hades - Main Engineering - Romulan Exchange Officer Centurion Delexa -
1529)

Delexa was standing in engineering near a terminal that was occupied by an
Assistant Astrometrics Officer, named Ensign La'Kura.  The only blue
uniform in sight.

The test was about to get underway, Captain Merek gave the word and as she
did the engineering department lit up beautifully as the test was
initiated. Then…it was over. Delexa had heard rumors of the former Star
Empire experimenting with such means of travel but it was abandoned out of
fear of how the technology could fall into the wrong hands, a political
take over, which was common practice within the Star Empire.

Immediately the assistant astrometrics mumbled. “ We aren't in the right
place.” As she looked at the terminal in front of her.

Delexa looked at her with concern. Delexa knew that the only mistakes made
in a test like this would result in the complete destruction of everyone
and the vessel at the atomic level. The calculations behind these tests
were too precise to allow such a mistake. Delexa quickly typed a message as
others celebrated, a message to Lieutenant Dogan on the bridge,  who she
had already had a chat pulled up with him from earlier, to be his eyes in
engineering…

The message “ Something isn't right, discretely secure the bridge.”

Call it paranoia or mild suspicion but her training, her culture had taught
her to always question anything questionable. As soon as the message sent
alarms blasted in engineering and sparks began to fly, before Delexa could
react, she felt arms wrap around her and felt her body become airborne, the
space around her dark. The next thing she felt was a hard slam against a
hard surface…

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HADESRPG: (4 - 1530) CO, Captain Keira Merek
From: docholladay2021 at gmail.com (Todd Holladay)
Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2026 20:58:28 -0500

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19

(USS Hades - Bridge - CO, Captain Keira Merek - 1530)

She looked around, everyone was at their stations. Ire had the center. Jayc
was to the chair's left. OPS and the Helm had the usual Beta Shift
personnel. Lieutenant Dogan was at his usual tactical perch, a watchful eye
over everything.  A lone science Ensign sat at the Aft station. He had a
belt apparatus that converted the standard atmosphere to one more conducive
to his species' unique respiratory organs. Keira took control of the bridge
and sat in the center chair. Ire moved right into the Executive officer's
chair. "Bridge to Engineering, report on status. Are we ready to jump?"

(Reply Engineering)

"I knew you could. Bridge out." She nodded to her First Officer indicating
to bring the ship to yellow alert.

(Reply Ire)

The indicator panels issued an amber glow indicating a heightened sense of
urgency throughout the ship, all systems were brought to a ready status,
those without a duty station would follow general quarters protocol. Keira
knew this meant Ako, Rayna and even Venus would be secured in the Captain's
quarters.

"All stations report ready." OPS reported.

Keira always felt a sense of pride with what was about to happen. After
all, the Hades was the only ship with this means of propulsion.

"Helm, load the coordinates." Keira ordered.

"Aye, sir." Helm called out.

"OPS begin recording." Keira said.

"Recording begins at fifteen thirty and forty five seconds." OPS confirmed.

"Execute jump on my mark." Keira ordered.

"Ready." Helm said.

"Mark." Keira ordered.

(Reply all)

The viewscreen showed the starfield in front of them change. In a matter of
seconds all the stars they could see refracted to a single point. The
viewscreen was completely black except for that single point. Just as
quickly the narrow view of light opened up into a completely different star
field. The coaxial drive returned to a zero state.

(Reply any)

The Romulan woman looked at the view screen. The Arachnid Nebula was
supposed to be visible on the viewscreen. That was the plan.

"This doesn't look right. Helm check navigational sensors. The Arachnid
Nebula was supposed to be visible. Where are we?" Keira ordered.

"Working sir." The helm answered nervously.

The Ensign at the Aft station stepped forward. He touched Lieutenant Dogan
on the back of his shoulder to get his attention.

(Reply Dogan)

"Sir, can I get you to take a look at this?" The Ensign said. Pointing at
his screen. A barely perceptible soft hum issued from the officer's
breathing apparatus.

(Reply any)
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HADESRPG: (4 1533)  FO CMDR  Ire Williams
From: masamimbi at yahoo.co.uk (Robbie Gray)
Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2026 21:04:39 +0000 (UTC)

 

Mission: Homecoming
Day: 4
Stardate: 2446.10.19

(USS Hades - Deck 1 - Bridge - FO- CMDR – Ire Williams - 1533)

 

 

He saw the captain turn and nod to him. He noddedback and then spoke loudly enough so that the bridge crew and the computercould hear him.

 

“Yellow alert.” 

 

"All stations report ready." OPSreported.

 

Ire listened to the bridge stations affirm theships reediness to jump and felt the slight sense of apprehension even thoughevery thing was looking good.

 

"Helm, load the coordinates." The Captainordered.

 

"Aye, sir." Helm called out.

 

"OPS begin recording." Ire nodded. This wasgoing into the ships log and if anything went wrong Starfleet would have a recordof what happened. 

 

~Lets hope we are around to enjoy the story~

 

"Execute jump on my mark." Keira ordered.

 

"Ready." Helm said.

 

"Mark." Ire subconsciously held hisbreath as the captain spoke. He looked at the viewscreen showed the starfieldin front of them change. In a matter of seconds all the stars they could seerefracted to a single point. The viewscreen was completely black except forthat single point. Just as quickly the narrow view of light opened up into acompletely different star field. The coaxial drive returned to a zero state.

 

“Well, that was different.” He muttered under hisbreath as he began to scan the ships reediness status to see if the jump haddone any damage to the ship and its systems.

"This doesn't look right. Helm check navigational sensors. The ArachnidNebula was supposed to be visible. Where are we?" Ire’s eye snapped up tothe view screen at the Captain’s voice and swore under his breath.

 

"Working sir." He heard the helm reply.

 

Ire glanced down at his consol on the arm of hischair scrutinising the information. The nebula was not there. It was not like theyhad been turned around the nebula was not there. He wondered if there had beena problem with the jump coordinates, but they were what had been imputed by thehelm’s officer 

 

~This is not good~

 

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HADESRPG: (4-1535) CSEC - Lt. Cal Dogan-
From: almuir62 at gmail.com (Al Muir)
Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2026 21:36:22 -0700

Mission: Homecoming

Day: 4

Stardate: 2446.10.19

(USS Hades - Deck 1 -  Bridge - CSEC - Lt. Cal Dogan- 1535)


Cal stood at the tactical station and monitored the internal security of
the ship as well as the external scans for any uninvited guests.
Everything looked as right as they could.  The first officer set the ship
to yellow alert and the outlining hue of his holographic display changed to
a bright yellow.

He didn’t particularly relish the idea of a coaxial drive system.  He was
by no means an engineer and did not have the first clue how it worked, but
what he he did know made him uneasy. Having space fold and instantaneously
move you from one point of the universe to another brought its own
problems. Like the risk of collapsing space around you and causing
explosions.

He knew that the system had been refined and improved, but he was a
creature of habit, and warp engines still worked pretty well in his eyes.
But again, he was no scientist or engineer, who always felt it necessary to
make things different.

“Execute jump on my mark." the captain ordered.

"Ready." Helm said.

"Mark,” she called out.

The sensation of the folding in space was.. odd. A wave of nausea ran
through his body and his head began to spin. Instinctively he reached for
his console to steady himself. The sudden pressure from his grip made the
duranium in the console groan as he left his hand print in it.

The voice of Captain Merek cut through the fog over his brain. "This
doesn't look right. Helm check navigational sensors. The Arachnid Nebula
was supposed to be visible. Where are we?"

His mind didn’t register the response from the helm, but the thought of
imminent danger focused him more. Suddenly there was a touch on his back.

"Sir, can I get you to take a look at this?" It was an ensign he didn’t
recognize for the moment.

Dogan’s eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded. He took a step back, feeling
that wave of nausea again, as he was no longer connected to a solid anchor
with his hands. Slowly he dropped to his knees with thud on the deck
plating. His stomach lurched and emptied on the deck.

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