Lord Wraith

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

"I knew you'd come."

The speaker stood with his back facing toward IllAdvised. Casually resting upon a cane in front of the panoramic window looking over New Lilith, Raul De Vitis was unbothered by the vigilante behind.

"Care for a drink?" Raul asked, turning as he gestured towards the bar that had previously belonged to Roman Locke. The glass shelves were lined with imported liquors and fine spirits.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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_ Everything was foreign to Hoshi Sato as she sat at the comms station on the twenty-fifth-century vessel. It was a far cry from the NX-01. This ship was not in need of a translator, she couldn't understand why of all members of Starfleet the extra-dimensional being that had allegedly brought them all together would have chosen her. Universal translators were built into every combadge, and the ship itself was capable of deciphering any xenolinguistic anomaly they might have come up against, so Hoshi was at a loss as to why she had been chosen. As Ortegas flew the vessel into formation with the rest of the foreign vessels, the comms station suddenly lit up like a Federation Day celebration. Pressing the badge bearing the Federation insignia that was pinned to the unfamiliar uniform, the Ensign mimicked what she had seen the Captain and others who were more familiar with this technology do. "Captain, I don't mean to interrupt but we're being hailed on multiple frequencies." Looking around the room, Picard recognized several of the faces before him, though many were either older or younger than he last remembered seeing them. He had already been acquainted with Ambassador Spock and Commander Seven of Nine, but they had quickly discovered that the Stargazer also held a younger Geordi LaForge, fresh off of his promotion to Chief Engineer aboard the Enterprise-D and a recently returned from the Delta Quadrant Commander Tuvok who had also been captured by Q along with numerous lower deck crew persons. Surveying the assembled senior officers one more time, Picard straightened his uniform with a tug before taking a seat at the head of the table and explaining his encounter with Q before opening the floor to the crew persons. "I believe it would be best if we went over what we know thus far about our situation." Picard started, "The entity known as Q has standard us in a galaxy, possibly even a reality, very far from our own. This vessel, I believe was chosen due to its legacy and association with me." "Would it not have made more sense to choose the Enterprise then?" LaForge asked, "If Q could fabricate a starship, or pluck one from another time, why not the Enterprise-D, or even your original command."

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"I believe Q chose this vessel to aid in some sort of situation." Picard replied, "This vessel is equipped with technologies I have never seen before, Seven, this vessel is your current post, correct? Do you have any insight into why Q might have seen it appropriate to put us on this vessel?" "The Sagan-Class is the first vessel Starfleet built using technology from the Relic, a derelict Borg Cube. However, this particular iteration appears to be modified further. I've noticed that in addition to the ablative hull, there are ablative generators. Ablative generators were a technology employed on Voyager but ultimately abandoned by Starfleet as the Borg assimilated them. I'm not sure why they would be equipped on this vessel." "Logic would dictate that whatever foe Q has put us up against, perhaps isn't quite as adept at getting around our defenses." Spock suggested. "I have noticed that the Stargazer is also equipped with a cloaking device and a full payload." Picard nodded to Worf, before looking around the room. "Any other specialized systems we should be aware of?" "Uh actually," A blonde man at the far end of the table interjected, "Hi, Commander Paul Stamets. It would seem your 'Q' has equipped this vessel with a compact version of my Displacement Activated Spore Hub Drive." Blank stares came from the staff as they looked toward Stamets. "It's a classified form of instantaneous travel used during the Klingon War." "Captain, if I may," Spock interjected turning towards Picard. "I served with Commander Stamets briefly. He is telling the truth. His fate and the technology he's describing were classified and buried by Starfleet in the mid-twenty-third-century." "Captain, I don't mean to interrupt but we're being hailed on multiple frequencies." "It would seem that our presence here has been noticed. Keep me updated of any further developments. Dismissed," Picard ordered as the senior officers stood and exited back onto the bridge. "On-Screen, Ensign." Picard commanded returning to the central command chair. There was a brief pause, as Picard turned towards the communications officer only for Hoshi to shake her head before answering. "Audio only, Captain. One was also sent via a form of text communication." "How quaintly archaic." Picard mused, "Very well, audio only then, Ensign." "Playing the message now, Captain." "This is General Sinnali of the CIS Malevolence II, contacting unknown vessel. Your arrival was unscheduled. Please declare your origination and intent." Clearly, Q had dropped the Stargazer into an assembly of sorts and this vessel had identified them as out of place. Picard stood still, listening to the tone and weight of each word. There was a definite authority in the woman's words. She was not used to being challenged, nor did she like being caught off guard. Picard could hardly blame her in what appeared to be a tense military situation. It didn't take a keen eye to notice the mish-mash of vessels orbiting the planet below. While there was a clear fleet, there were also several distinguished outliers, this 'CIS Malevolence II' being one of them. "We also received this from the larger of the two vessels. Putting it on screen." Hoshi stated, bringing Picard's attention back to the bridge of the Stargazer. Moving her hands across the console before her, the Ensign transferred the message onto the view screen. >TO UNK VESSEL >SHIPMASTER'S ORDERS: MAINTAIN DISTANCE FROM THE ASSAULT CARRIER "FIRES OF ANTIQUITY" >SHIPMASTER'S ORDERS: PROVIDE IDENTIFICATION AT ONCE >IDENTIFICATION AND COMMUNICATION PATTERNS ATTACHED There was something distinctly alien about the 'Fires of Antiquity'. It reminded the captain of the first time he stared down a Borg Cube. "Mr. Worf take us to Red Alert. Shields to maximum." Picard ordered, "Lieutenant Ortegas, full reverse. I want some distance between us and those ships." Stepping across the bridge, Picard approached Commander Data all the while keeping an eye on the view screen towards the pair of massive ships. "Commander, I want a full sweep of both of those ships. Get me everything you can on their weapons, shields and any other relevant systems. I want to know what we're up against." "Captain, there's another hail, there's something more familiar about this one." Hoshi stated, speaking up as Picard nodded for her to put it through. "Unidentified vessel, this is Colonel Carter of the U.S.S. George Hammond. Our scans indicate you're not native to this universe however, we weren't expecting you. Do you require any assistance?" "Lieutenant Ortegas, continue to put some distance between us and the fleet formation, the minute their weapons systems come online, I want you to go to warp." Picard ordered before motioning towards Seven and Spock to join him at the command chair. "Ensign, open a channel to the U.S.S. George Hammond." 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Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

Two hails in a matter of seconds.

"Worf, bring us to Red Alert."

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

Just gonna put it out there: Posts with tables suck for mobile readability xD

@Forsythe

I use desktop mode for RPG on my mobile and have no issue with viewing it.

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

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_ Following our battle with Praetor Shizon and the Scimitar, the Enterprise has taken heavy damages and was towed back to dry dock where it can be properly restored to its proper state. Starfleet Admiralty has put me up for promotion and I've been asked to assist heavily in the ongoing peace negotiations with the Romulan Star Empire. However, I find my heart heavy, still reeling from the loss of my dear friend, Data. In the interim, I've taken some personal time to collect my thoughts while finding a recommendation for the new Captaincy of the Enterprise. "Tea. Earl Grey. Hot." The distinguished older man ordered, standing with arms tucked behind his back in front of the replicator inside of his current accommodations. Outside the large bay window, the Enterprise-E was undergoing repairs from its battle with the Scimitar. The Sovereign-Class ship had taken heavy damage following the battle, resulting in being towed back to dry dock by a pair of tugs. Behind the vessel, the blackness of space threatened to engulf both the ship and the station. A void full of distant stars, teeming with strange new worlds, new life and new civilizations. "Hello, Jean-Luc." "Can a man not enjoy his tea in peace, Q?" Captain Picard replied, turning to face the human form of the extra-dimensional being. "You've had quite the week, mon Capitane. Look at the state of your ship and poor Data. I do express my deepest condolences, old friend." "Q," Picard replied, turning to take a seat on the nearby sofa. "Common courtesy would indicate those are reasons to leave one alone. I don't have any desire to participate in one of your escapades."

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"Sometimes Jean-Luc," Q replied with a devious smile. "An escapade is exactly what one needs. There's nothing helpful about moping around these dark quarters. I happen to know of a situation that could use your expertise." "Q, I beg of you. Leave me be." Picard protested, "The only situation that I need to tend to at this exact moment is ensuring that I enjoy this beverage before it cools. I am thoroughly embroiled in negotiations with the Romulans. I don't need you to take me halfway across the Delta Quadrant or in 2023 San Fransico." "Oddly specific mon Capitane, but no, perhaps another time." "Q, please leave me be." "Don't worry, Jean-Luc," Q smiled, "When all is said and done. You won't remember a thing." As Q snapped his fingers, Picard was blinded by a flash of light, his eyes adjusting to find himself on the bridge of an unfamiliar starship. The klaxon blared, sounding an alarm as the ship dropped out of warp, coming alongside a pair of massive vessels. Both were of unfamiliar makes, not belonging to any species that the Captain had come across during his years in Starfleet. "Helm!" Picard ordered, "Evasive maneuvers!" The woman seated at the helm looked around frantically at the unfamiliar ship. Her eyes were wide at the new helm and foreign interfaces. She spun around to look at the Captain, the uniform he wore was significantly different from the solid-coloured shirts of the Enterprise Lieutenant Erica Ortegas had been on only moments before. "Where am I?" Ortegas asked. "It would appear as though we have been transported onto an unknown starship in an unknown time. Based on the interface before me, it would appear to be a logical update to the LCARS used on the Enterprise. I would wager this vessel is from approximately thirty years into the future." Picard's eyes were drawn to the familiar voice sitting at the Ops station. "Data..." "Speak for yourself," Ortegas replied, "But it is somewhat familiar." She added, maneuvering the ship away from the massive alien craft. "Picard." A stern voice came from behind the Captain as he turned to see a blonde woman approaching him. He recognized the cybernetics on her face as Borg implants. Picard knew her face, but it took him a second to place her before he remembered her being among Admiral Janeway's crew when they returned from the Delta Quadrant. "Seven." Picard exclaimed. "Why are you on my bridge? Where's Rios?" She asked. "You know this ship then?" Picard replied. "You're standing on the U.S.S. Stargazer." "This is not the Stargazer," Picard replied incredulously. "NCC-82893. It's a legacy of your old command." Seven replied. "Which explains why Q chose it." Picard mused aloud, "Judging by the bridge crew, Q has also hand-selected several members from across every generation of Starfleet." "That appears to be a logical conclusion." An older voice interjected as Picard and Seven turned to see a wizened Vulcan enter the bridge. "Ambassador Spock." Picard explained, "I'm sorry you've been brought into this." "I find the situation to be entirely fascinating, Captain." Spock replied, "Although, I am particularly puzzled about exactly where we are." "Commander," Picard turned towards Data. He was exactly as he remembered, although this version of Data was yet to give his life in exchange for the Captain's. Were they in danger of breaking the rules of time travel should they share information about the future or was Q being honest when he said they wouldn't remember any of this once it was resolved? "Are you able to determine our location?" "Sir, I am not recognizing any of the stars on this readout, whenever we are, it's in a galaxy far, far away." "Tactical, take us to Yellow Alert," Picard ordered. "Right away, Sir." Another familiar voice caused Picard to turn towards a white-haired Worf. "Mr. Worf," Picard almost smiled upon seeing his friend. "You got old." "It would appear so," Worf replied. "Commander," Picard started, addressing Seven before turning to Spock, "Ambassador, I believe Q has transported us here to solve a puzzle, potentially of his own creation. I'd suggest we pull together the senior officers and convene for a plan to proceed." "In the meantime, perhaps we should," Seven replied, pausing. "Fly casually to integrate with the fleet." "Lieutenant-" Picard started, looking towards Ortegas. "Erica Ortegas, sir. You want me to fly casually?" "Make it so."

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_ Following our battle with Praetor Shizon and the Scimitar, the Enterprise has taken heavy damages and was towed back to dry dock where it can be properly restored to its proper state. Starfleet Admiralty has put me up for promotion and I've been asked to assist heavily in the ongoing peace negotiations with the Romulan Star Empire. However, I find my heart heavy, still reeling from the loss of my dear friend, Data. In the interim, I've taken some personal time to collect my thoughts while finding a recommendation for the new Captaincy of the Enterprise. "Tea. Earl Grey. Hot." The distinguished older man ordered, standing with arms tucked behind his back in front of the replicator inside of his current accommodations. Outside the large bay window, the Enterprise-E was undergoing repairs from its battle with the Scimitar. The Sovereign-Class ship had taken heavy damage following the battle, resulting in being towed back to dry dock by a pair of tugs. Behind the vessel, the blackness of space threatened to engulf both the ship and the station. A void full of distant stars, teeming with strange new worlds, new life and new civilizations. "Hello, Jean-Luc." "Can a man not enjoy his tea in peace, Q?" Captain Picard replied, turning to face the human form of the extra-dimensional being. "You've had quite the week, mon Capitane. Look at the state of your ship and poor Data. I do express my deepest condolences, old friend." "Q," Picard replied, turning to take a seat on the nearby sofa. "Common courtesy would indicate those are reasons to leave one alone. I don't have any desire to participate in one of your escapades."

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"Sometimes Jean-Luc," Q replied with a devious smile. "An escapade is exactly what one needs. There's nothing helpful about moping around these dark quarters. I happen to know of a situation that could use your expertise." "Q, I beg of you. Leave me be." Picard protested, "The only situation that I need to tend to at this exact moment is ensuring that I enjoy this beverage before it cools. I am thoroughly embroiled in negotiations with the Romulans. I don't need you to take me halfway across the Delta Quadrant or in 2023 San Fransico." "Oddly specific mon Capitane, but no, perhaps another time." "Q, please leave me be." "Don't worry, Jean-Luc," Q smiled, "When all is said and done. You won't remember a thing." As Q snapped his fingers, Picard was blinded by a flash of light, his eyes adjusting to find himself on the bridge of an unfamiliar starship. The klaxon blared, sounding an alarm as the ship dropped out of warp, coming alongside a pair of massive vessels. Both were of unfamiliar makes, not belonging to any species that the Captain had come across during his years in Starfleet. "Helm!" Picard ordered, "Evasive maneuvers!" The woman seated at the helm looked around frantically at the unfamiliar ship. Her eyes were wide at the new helm and foreign interfaces. She spun around to look at the Captain, the uniform he wore was significantly different from the solid-coloured shirts of the Enterprise Lieutenant Erica Ortegas had been on only moments before. "Where am I?" Ortegas asked. "It would appear as though we have been transported onto an unknown starship in an unknown time. Based on the interface before me, it would appear to be a logical update to the LCARS used on the Enterprise. I would wager this vessel is from approximately thirty years into the future." Picard's eyes were drawn to the familiar voice sitting at the Ops station. "Data..." "Speak for yourself," Ortegas replied, "But it is somewhat familiar." She added, maneuvering the ship away from the massive alien craft. "Picard." A stern voice came from behind the Captain as he turned to see a blonde woman approaching him. He recognized the cybernetics on her face as Borg implants. Picard knew her face, but it took him a second to place her before he remembered her being among Admiral Janeway's crew when they returned from the Delta Quadrant. "Seven." Picard exclaimed. "Why are you on my bridge? Where's Rios?" She asked. "You know this ship then?" Picard replied. "You're standing on the U.S.S. Stargazer." "This is not the Stargazer," Picard replied incredulously. "NCC-82893. It's a legacy of your old command." Seven replied. "Which explains why Q chose it." Picard mused aloud, "Judging by the bridge crew, Q has also hand-selected several members from across every generation of Starfleet." "That appears to be a logical conclusion." An older voice interjected as Picard and Seven turned to see a wizened Vulcan enter the bridge. "Ambassador Spock." Picard explained, "I'm sorry you've been brought into this." "I find the situation to be entirely fascinating, Captain." Spock replied, "Although, I am particularly puzzled about exactly where we are." "Commander," Picard turned towards Data. He was exactly as he remembered, although this version of Data was yet to give his life in exchange for the Captain's. Were they in danger of breaking the rules of time travel should they share information about the future or was Q being honest when he said they wouldn't remember any of this once it was resolved? "Are you able to determine our location?" "Sir, I am not recognizing any of the stars on this readout, whenever we are, it's in a galaxy far, far away." "Tactical, take us to Yellow Alert," Picard ordered. "Right away, Sir." Another familiar voice caused Picard to turn towards a white-haired Worf. "Mr. Worf," Picard almost smiled upon seeing his friend. "You got old." "It would appear so," Worf replied. "Commander," Picard started, addressing Seven before turning to Spock, "Ambassador, I believe Q has transported us here to solve a puzzle, potentially of his own creation. I'd suggest we pull together the senior officers and convene for a plan to proceed." "In the meantime, perhaps we should," Seven replied, pausing. "Fly casually to integrate with the fleet." "Lieutenant-" Picard started, looking towards Ortegas. "Erica Ortegas, sir. You want me to fly casually?" "Make it so."

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

Will post over the next couple of days.

@Sep

Hoping to have mine up tomorrow. Got my post format figured out, templates made, now to do the hard part and write lol.

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

I'm half surprised that Q didn't also drop a Borg Sphere in for the lulz to create super Borg Replicators.

Not me giving ideas to Sep

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

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exactly

@Sep

As long as it's not pointed at me.

Star Wars Invasion [A Multiverse Spaceship RP]

I've got a three day weekend here. Going to work away at my post, never done an RP quite like this so I'm still testing the waters a bit on how to approach it but having spoken extensively with Sep on Discord, I think I have a rough outline on how I'm going to introduce the Stargazer and her crew.