Mission Log 28 - Stardate 242004.05 "Diplomacy at Farpoint"

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Mission Summary

Mission dates: 242004.05 through 242012.16


Captain's Logs

Captain Harrison Boislevesque

Stardate 22101.01

Captain's Log Stardate: 22101.01 Captain Harrison Boislevesque reporting

I think that command will forgive me for not making a log sooner, as we arrived at Farpoint station where myself, Commander Books and the Ambassador beamed down to the planet and meat with Groppler Zorn, the man was good and seemed to have the want of the majority of his people and he seemed to know how to be a good leader.

After returning to the ship we to prepare for the signing ceremony, I had a lunch meeting with Commander Brooks to go over the potential issues that might happen during our time there and we were returing to our respective quarters to prepare, after this I awake in sickbay to be informed that we had been found unconscious and the Doctor's indicated that both myself and Brooks had been poisioned. I believe that this was to stop us from sighing the treaty, but I am pleased to say that the USS Sheridan had a wonderful command team as both Commander Pond and Lieutenant Zenzin stepped in to take over the mission and running of the ship and apart from some minor issues they completed their roles brilliantly.

We also have a wonderful medical team as they were able to get both Brooks and myself better in time for us to be there is watch the signing ceremony and for me to place my signiture on the document confirming that the signitures were authentic.

Now we are heading back to Pioneer Outpost to have some rest and relaxation before we had out again to potential places unknown.

End Log


Crew Logs

First Officer / Chief Medical Officer

Commander Daniel Brooks

StarDate: 22012.19

First Officers Log, Stardate 22012.19 Commander Daniel Brooks recording,

Our mission, is to go to Farpoint Station. This is the same one that the Enterprise D under Captain Picard dealt with many years ago and we all know how that went. This time we were tasked to getting a treaty signed. Sounded simple enough, we picked up Ambassador Mavros, who gave us a great time trying to warm to him. I’m sure the Captain had a few battles with our dear Ambassador on the way there.

Upon our arrival at the Station, everything seemed quite normal. There were groups for and against the Groppler with some discontent about joining the Federation. Mavros insisted it would go ahead what ever happened. Politics are never really my speciality and I hope one day if I am ever a Commanding Officer of a Starship they never give me that type of mission. I would always hope they will give it to Captain Boislevesque as he seems to reveal in it.

We took the first meeting with the son of the Groppler who had been dealt with by the crew of the Enterprise D. Him and Mavros kind of put me on edge as my gut instinct was not to trust them. I think too many years in Star Fleet that it has given me a bit of a negative outlook on political persons in whatever area they come from. Weather their intentions are good, bad or indifferent.

Myself and Boislevesque attended an evening meal with the Groppler and the Ambassador to which the evening seemed to go well. At least I didn’t upset anyone as far as I could tell. I kept quiet most of the time and let the Captain with the other two do most of the talking which was the safer place to be. I returned to the Sheridan and was heading to my quarters, getting to my door everything went black and I collapsed. I wasn’t sure if I collapsed out the sheer boredom of the politics of it all or weather something else had happened.

I reawakened in Sickbay with Doctor McGill looking after me. She informed me that I had been poisoned to my shock. However, the Captain also had been as he was lying in the next biobed. I knew I had to get out of Sickbay and take control of the Sheridan as something was clearly going on and the treaty was in jeopardy of being signed. McGill placed a bio monitor on my wrist and finally relented and let me go. Myself and Doctor Hurst found the turbolifts where out of action. So, we crawled through the tubes to the Observation Lounge as there must been something wrong on the Bridge. Sure enough, there seemed to have been a hijack in progress with some Ferengi. We should have known as they had been busy trading on Farpoint station.

Myself and Hurst came up with a plan, we set the fire alarm off and then took back control of the Bridge with threatening the Ferengi, Lieutenant ZenZin reported in on what had gone on and that Lieutenant Commander Pond had taken over the talks in our place. While, Lieutenant Feta had been taken to the surface by another Ferengi, due to Feta making out he was an undercover agent of theirs. It seemed for a moment that the poison was still swimming around my head with the last part but it turned out to be true. Feta had led the Ferengi to believe he was working for them and somehow was so convincing he been taken over to Farpoint.

Before I could do anything else, Captain Boislevesque’s voice came over the commbadge. I told him to go to the signing and I will join him in due course before letting Commander Pond know of the Captain’s return into the political theatre and ordering her to go find Feta once the Captain had been briefed by her on his arrival.

Once I made sure the Sheridan was now back in safe hands with Security and making doubly sure the Ferengi had gone I reluctantly went back and re-joined the Captain, Ambassador and Groppler for the signing of the treaty. Upon my arrival Zorn the Groppler was showing Mavros and Boislevesque through a secret doorway and down a passage that I followed. I wasn’t sure if this was leading us into another trap like when we were poisoned as I still couldn’t tell if Zorn’s motives were true.

Zorn led us out of the passageway that was behind some kind of stage, he wanted to give a spectacle to the people watching him sign this historic treaty between the Federation and Farpoint. Zorn went first and a cheer went up from an unseen crowd, it was like he was some kind of a hero the way they reacted. He was followed by Mavros then the Captain, with myself at the back. We walked up some stone steps onto a stage that was kitted out with what looked like a large desk with the document spread out and making a statement the Groppler then signed, followed by Marvos and the Captain.

Groppler Zorn made an interesting speech before hand, then Marvos signed it for the Federation and Captain Boislevesque signed it as a witness to show it was all done official. We then returned back to Zorn’s office where he offered us to visit when ever we like. I did the diplomatic thing and said I would take him up on the offer then we beamed back to the Sheridan.

Even through I was being polite about visiting Farpoint Station again in the future I now thinking I never really got chance to have a proper look around due to the poison and diplomatic duties. It seems that Lieutenant Commander Pond has shown us that she is capable of handling most situations where ZenZin somehow became embroiled in a ship take over… I really need to find some common ground with that officer. Medical team did a great job as well, Doctor Hurst was eager to see what had been going on outside Sickbay as she sensed there was something happening else where on the ship. Doctor McGill is showing great promise in her medical skills and is a great assist to have alongside Doctor Hurst in our medical team.

We are now on our way back to Pioneer and I am pleased that our very lovely Ambassador is going to make his own way home as Mavros has got a couple of more day’s work to do.


Chief of Security

Lieutenant Commander Luna Pond

StarDate 242004.08

Chief of Security’s Personal Log, Stardate 242004.08,Luna Pond Recording,

I feel in the world’s biggest conundrum after returning to the USS Sheridan following our current shoreleave, it is taking me a while to get used to my new home aboard and I have to admit I’m still not wholly there yet. This seems to be taking forever and I don’t know how much longer I can tolerate feeling the way I do, the sense of isolation in an otherwise well established crew is taxing my brain a little.

Aurora on the other hand is doing well within the medical department, she has made a number of good friends and this is probably no doubt down to this ship being her only assignment so far. I’ve got to admit however, it is really nice to be around family and so with this in mind it’s making me want to stick to this assignment at least a little longer. Pond’s are not one’s to be defeated by a challenge in any sense.

Then there is the subject of my personal life, even more confusing my love life. I have always been a person to know what my heart truly wants and for once in my life, at this very moment in fact my head and heart can’t seem to settle. Firstly there is Keval, who I had to leave behind when I was reassigned. Taken apart by work duties and not by choice. Then there is Robert who clearly seems to have set his sights on me and being my best friend’s twin brother, his company is awesome and amazing yet hard to escape. I don’t want to upset anyone in my quest to find ‘the one’, however it’s hard to follow your heart entirely if you reach the point where you don’t know who it’s calling to.

In conclusion, my mind is in turmoil and I think only time will provide me the answers I crave.

End Log

Stardate 22007.21

Chief of Security's Log, Stardate 22007.21, Luna Pond recording,

Well where do I begin, we are on route to a diplomacy mission at the revamped Farpoint Station, it is now under the command of a fresh Groppler and we have been asked to attend a treaty signing ceremony.

The issue I have when thinking of the impending mission, is the fact that the Groppler has requestex the attendance of the Captain and FO at the ceremony and for the record I have reminded the command team that this is not Star Fleet policy to allow this. However the Ambassador and the Groppler's insistance is not making our policies easy to follow and so in the light of this and bearing in mind the fragile state of peace that the station is currently experiencing it would seem this is the best course of action to ensure that the subtle art of diplomacy is maintained.

With this in mind my Junior officer Midshipman D'Tor'an has been tasked by myself to perform background checks of everyone who may prove a threat to or command team and others in attendence from the Sheridan and my department will ensure that we are prepared as thoroughly as possible for every eventuality that may befall us during this mission. Obviously we are not all mind readers, however I have faith in my department to ensure that they carry out their duties thoroughly and as effectively as possible as I have always known them to do throughout this mission.

As always I have complete faith in them all, as I do with all my colleagues aboard the USS Sheridan. Anyway signing off now to continue preparations and planning for the commencement of beam down.

End Log

Stardate 22012.19

Chief of Security's Log, Stardate 22012.19, Lieutenant Commander Luna Pond recording,

After the Borg invasion of our ship last mission, I was somewhat glad to be involved in what on the front of it appeared on the surface of everything a simple diplomatic one next. I had hoped to have the opportunity to meet the Ambassador first that would be joining us for transport to our next destination Deneb IV, where we would be swinging by Farpoint Station that had now been fully rebuilt and restored and now under the protection of Groppler Zorn. However it appeared that the Groppler had made some unpopular policies and so the Ambassador is needed to sign a peace treaty to rectify this.

Anyway I digress….

The Ambassador named Mavros arrived promptly with his party, this consisted of his First Secretary T'Varr and a Bajoran security officer named Juco Syric. Once they had arrived at our senior crew briefing, even though they were pleasant enough it did not sit well with me that they insisted our full command team beamed down to the meeting too. I had to step in here to explain that the policies of Star Fleet would not permit both senior Command officers to attend, however I could not press the matter as surprise, surprise this would affect the subtle art of diplomacy. It was at this point that I did not want to trust a single person linked with the Ambassador's party, but only time would tell if this would be the case.

After the meeting, I brought Juco down to my department to discuss the Security details around the mission brief. I was granted to bring Artemis D'Tor'an along as my junior security officer and after a discussion with the Chief of the Boat T'Kol, pattern enhancers were added to our list of essential equipment to ensure swift beam out capabilities for our away team if required. As I was not 100% satisfied with the reason that the Ambassadors head of security Juco would not be present at the ceremony due to lack of 'space' issues, I left him in no doubt and informed him that I would hold him and the Groppler responsible for any negative impact this mission would have for our command. I could not fail however to notice the briefest expression of terror wash over the face of Juco, one of the skills of an experienced officer and following this meeting and in my follow up briefing meeting with the Captain I was able to speak plainly and inform him of my thoughts and observations from the meeting with the security teams.

Anyway, we arrived in the Denab IV system and I was then tasked to escort Ambassador Mavros to transporter room one. He was less then impressed with the apparent lack of warning that we had arrived, to which I promptly brought him down several pegs off his high horse. I can tell you one thing for sure, I detest that guy.

Moving swiftly on, after a quick meet and greet we agreed to come back for dinner that evening and even more time with my nemesis, oh how luck smiled on me this mission NOT as the following day I found Commander Brooks and the Captain collapsed outside their quarters. After alerts were sent to Sickbay and the diagnosis made of poisoning, I proceeded with the mission on the surface whilst Lt Zenzin maintained the running of the ship itself.

I was pleasantly surprised by how smooth the Ceremony seemed to progress and I was proud to have taken a lead role to get it to the signing of the treaty. I really enjoyed the unexpected role and hope that one day I can achieve a promotion up the ladder, however only time will tell as they say.

Now I am looking forward to some much needed R and R.

End Log

Security Officer

Midshipman Artemis D'Tor'an

StarDate 22005.12

Midshipman Artemis D’Tor’an Personal Log, Stardate 22005.12,

I’ve been assigned to look after two members of the Ambassador’s team. For some reason I am having trouble remembering their names. This is something that brings me shame, for they are not the first non-Klingon names I have come across. Perhaps my nerves from the last mission have still not faded. I may take a trip to Sickbay to make sure my memory’s okay. As long as this Ambassador doesn’t put the ship in any danger, I may be able to do it before this mission is over…

Or I just need to sleep better and drink more stimulants. They got me through the Academy, after all. I’ve heard rumor of another Klingon-hybrid on the Sheridan – perhaps they’ll be open to a holodeck training program with me.

End log.

Stardate 22008.08

Stardate 22008.08 Midshipman Art D’Tor’an

Personal Log

I feel like I’ve been ready and waiting for ages now. Strapped up and waiting. All this political talk, and they want to get things done in a hurry. That can only mean deception. Even children will rush into the house and into their room to avoid showing their parents they have another black eye. Ask me how I know.

Backgrounds on these people have been vague. Just because someone tells me someone’s been vetted doesn’t mean they can pass Starfleet muster. Now we’re pressed for time, and even so, they won’t give me information on every person said to be in attendance.

With every passing order, I feel as if we’re walking into a trap.

End log.

Tactical Officer

Ensign Nira Said

StarDate 22005.14

Personal Log, Midshipman Nira Said.

Stardate...how long has it been?

Never mind. It's been some time since that Borg attack. I was left incapacitated because of these voices. I was one of the lucky ones, and yet I never, EVER felt more useless in my entire life. I only joined Starfleet because I felt it was a better chance than with people paranoid about telepaths back home. My senses have never been more in control. I'm supposed to be a Tactical officer, for heaven's sake, and yet, this is what it's boiled down to. I'm. A. Useless. Middy.

How can I even trust my telepathy since the Borg attack? I would've had a more comfortable time drowning in blood wine.

Tactical is supposed to be interesting. All the shooting happens. What do I do? I wasn't any better than a drunk back there.

I joined Tactical with the interest of helping with intelligence work, among other things. I feel about as useful as Sherlock Holmes in a Blue's Clues holo-program. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the uselessness.

This new assignment better get me something. Otherwise, I quit. I could be the fastest midshipman to resign. Question is, where would I go? There's nowhere for me I can think of. Not unless I feel useless enough to want to go to my parents and Aunty Parisa.

I need something. What do I even need???

End Log.

Stardate 22003.24

Personal Log.

Stardate 22003.24

Nira Said Recording in Earth Arabic.

Encrypt Log Entry.

There's a potential plot against Groppler Zorn, I'm sure. I may be the best chance there is to save him. Or the new treaty. There are people who don't want this coming treaty to happen, and members of the Sheridan's crew are among them. I haven't heard back from my contact since he pointed me out to cargo containers belonging to the Ambassador. It leads me to wonder whether or not the Ambassador is in on the plot. I don't know how I can get in without letting anybody know I got into them. I'm frustrated that I can't do a thing for now to further the investigation. And now this crap at the helm.

However, duty is unavoidable and I have to keep going with my duties, Allah forbid, but it's the least I can do to avert suspicion or that the suspects know that I know, and I know that even as I return to the bridge. Until I can hear back from my contact or some opportunity to observe the suspects, there's not an honest-to-Allah thing I can do.

End Log

Stardate 22009.03

Personal Log.

Supplemental.

Nira Said Recording in Earth Arabic.

Encrypt Log Entry.

Finally. Something is picking up. Something to do with my investigation. Someone is listening in on the ship comms, evidenced by how brief the Groppler's messenger's...message was. Judging from these sensor patterns, if I'm right, somebody is listening in. If these latest patterns emitted from the Sheridan, then that means I can track it to where it originated, maybe some console, and then I can figure out who was the last person who used it, and odds are, it's bound to be someone on the list my contact sent me.

If it came from without the ship, then it could mean one of the conspirators. I'm expecting it'll come from one of the Ferengi ships. We'll just have to see. Either way, whoever is behind this plot has to be stopped as soon as possible. I can no longer wait for my contact. He or she will contact me if the need arises. I still need to get into the Ambassador's things to see if they are what they seem to be, or nothing of suspect.

End Log

Stardate 22009.16

Personal Log.

Supplemental.

Nira Said Recording in Earth Arabic.

Encrypt Log Entry.

I knew it. The suspected crewmembers are beaming down to Farpoint. I inquired of who had beamed down and got wind of them. Odds are, they're coming down to meet their own contact. With this many Ferengi around Deneb IV, one of the Ferengi ships could be carrying their contacts.

Either way, I must be careful. I have to keep an eye on them, but I must not give myself away. I could scare their contact away, and I would be exposed. I still have not heard from my own contact, and I can't break into the Ambassador's cargo without giving myself away. I'm no lockpick nor hacker, though I wouldn't mind learning those skills. I will have to make do, but I must exercise caution.

End Log.

Chief Science Officer

Lieutenant Sapphire ZenZin

StarDate 22006.15

Personal log SD 22006.15@20:05

What can I say, I had the most boring moment of my career. We have an Ambassador on the ship and he has some strange cargo to boot, he's not spilling is guts out to us, hes very shady about everything but he did say that theres someone waiting for the cargo and it's supposed to aid in diplomatic stuff, I'm not 100% sure on that though as I played little attention to his ramblings.

On to other stuff..Hmm..Robert..I find my self thinking about him when things go quiet...this has never happend to me before I don't usually get attached to people....oh Robert what the heck have you done to me..

In more recent news I'm heading to the holodeck for a "Fun run" whatever the hell that is..

This is your resident Trill logging off.

End log.

Medical Officer

Midshipman McGill

StarDate 22007.18

Personal log SD 22007.18

I have been enjoying my sessions with the Ships Counselor Petty Officer Christina Heep. She has helped me see that my Klingon side is not a burden, but rather an asset. She has helped me understand that my Klingon Heritage doesn’t define me. It is but a small piece of who I’m.

I must be honest I didn’t think I would ever get anything out of Counseling, but I found it refreshing and liberating, to be able to talk with someone about my most private thoughts and feelings. She is truly a gifted Counselor; she has a brilliant insight into people. She understands on a level that I didn’t think anyone could. She is thoughtful and caring.

I know that I’m not the easiest person to get along with. I’m honest and opinionated, stubborn, but that is my Klingon side, there is nothing I can do about that, but now that I know how to deal with it, I’m certain I will make friends more easily than I did before.

Now if I can just get my feelings sorted out regarding the Commander. I’m sure Heeps will be able to help me sort that out as well.

End Log.

Stardate 22011.26

Star date 22011.26

Doctor McGill

Personal Log (Recorded via her Data PADD in sickbay.)

The events of the last several days has the Ship on edge, Telepathic crew members suffering brutal mental attacks. The Captain and First Officer poisoned, the idea that anyone on the crew would poison them is profoundly disturbing, I mean something like that happening on a Klingon vessel is not uncommon, but a Human Federation Star Ship having something like this happen, I can say with all confidence I have never heard of it happening.

Add to it the Ferengi have paid us a visit and I wouldn’t put anything past them. Yes, the Sheridan has a Ferengi Science Officer, but Scientists among the Ferengi aren’t necessarily held in the highest regard, as they don’t pursue Our own profit unless you consider legitimate Scientific recognition profit. Our own Lieutenant Feta from what I understand is an utterly unique individual, they say he is a talented and incredibly gifted Scientist. I have yet to meet him, mostly because up until recently felt as if the crew viewed her as a Freak, a monster because she is Half Klingon. I hope I can remedy the fact that I have not met Feta, even in a social setting, but I’m hoping to correct that.

End Log

Stardate 22012.18

Star date 22012.18

Doctor McGill

Personal Log (Recorded via her Data PADD in sickbay.)

My friend and colleague Lon Graxx has arrived, I haven’t seen him in over five years, I swear he has gotten fatter, just more of him to love, I guess. He is confident that we will be able to help Lt Lunori's find her way out of her Paracortex Prison, I’m so glad he is here, as I don’t fully understand the Telepath’s Brain, it is so complex, yet delicate.

Everyone’s on edge as news of the Captain and the First Officer being poisoned has spread, people have been complaining of phantom stomach illness, shortage of breath, lethargy, all of them convinced that they to may have been poisoned.

What no one can figured out is why, why would anyone want to Poison Captain Boislevesque and Commander Brooks, they are excellent officers, both very likeable, both seem to care about their underlings, the idea of someone plotting to kill or incapacitate them is just impossible to accept. The idea of a member of the crew, laying the groundwork for some Machiavellian plot to do them in.

In my own opinion, I don’t think that it was a computer malfunction, that would have allowed a dangerous to be introduced through their food via the replicators, as there are too many safeguards built in to prevent such things. Do we have an assassin on board, it would seem so, but who could It be?

At this point we need Captain Boislevesque to help heal Lt. Lunori. He is the key according to Graxx, the bond they share is what will bring her out of the deepest recess of her Paracortex.

Hopefully when this is all cleaned up, I’m looking forward to spending sometime with Graxx, a chance to really sit down and talk, catch up on what he has been up to.

End Log.

Medical Officer

Lieutenant Junior Grade Tahn

StarDate 22005.19

Personal Log

Doctor Tahn recording.

This is going to be the last recording that I am going to make on this ship, and the next is going to be on the Yoritomo as Chief Medical Officer. Its an exciting opportunity I could not pass up, and there is little about it that makes me nervous at all. I also leave behind fewer regrets, fact there is just the one. I never fully got the chance to form personal relationships with anyone, and that is not on anyone else but me. The personal relationships I did form, are the ones I will cherish. T'Kol you reached out to me first, and are in the top three who really made an impression, even when the reception at first wasn't the best.

I leave this ship a better Officer than I have been in the past, a raw Officer from the Academy to what I am today. I have refined my personable skills, and on the new ship I doubt I will have any problems forming personable relationships. This is only because of the lessons I learned here, and this is also a big helping hand in becoming a better officer. Lieutenant Hurst and Commander Brooks I hope that I can be the officer you two have started to teach me how to be, and these are going to be the same lessons I am going to carry on with a new crop of officers. You also gave me respect, and the value of it all.

A couple of messages I want to leave behind, starting with Lieutenant Hurst. It has been a pleasure to serve with you and the fact I am leaving shouldn't be a low point. it should be a testament to your leadership ability. Turning a raw officer into a Chief Medical Officer, giving me the ability to evolve as an Officer and the ability to be more personable. One day we will cross paths again, and I look forward to finding out you have been made First Officer somewhere.

Commander Brooks you are the person who really made me stop and think, my actions as an Officer reflect not only on me but the people above me. Also the code of conduct is something I need to live by, and provide a better example for everyone under me. I will take these lessons with me, and hopefully be that officer you will be proud of. My comfort zone is going to be crossed yet again, and I simply choose to embrace it.

End Log