 The USS Armstrong-A a proud ship that lives on in holonovels Following a wonderful awards ceremony the Crew of StarBase 118 Ops is invited to partake in a holoprogram called Piracy on the High Stars, an event planned to both celebrate Lt Commander Baylen Anders birthday, and allow the crew to have some well deserved relaxation. Suiting up in historical red uniforms, they board the holodeck and the holographic Constitution class USS Armstrong-A. As the program starts the Armstrong is hurtling towards the Klingon neutral zone, sabotaged by players in the game. It's a race to figure out who the traitors are before the ship is captured or destroyed by Klingons!
The holo-game set 3 saboteurs: Theo Whittaker, Kaitlyn Falcon, and Freya Andersen. All three were known to one another, and all had the group mission of stealing a Klingon cloaking device.
The crew is able to stop the warp drive on the runaway ship, but not before the Armstrong enters the neutral zone. Quickly the ship finds themselves face to face with Commander Kothos of the IKS Hk'Ger, demanding to know why they have violated the neutral zone. Dissatisfied with the crew's response Kothos kidnaps Commanding Officer Baylen Anders from the bridge, leaving the crew in turmoil.
However, unbeknownst to the players this game is suddenly getting a lot more dangerous as an intoxicant leaks into the ventilation systems, causing the next parts of the program to go seriously awry...
Act II: Punch Drunk
Computer: Musical mode engaged. ::No sooner than it finished speaking did the introduction to Pirates of Penzance begin to play.::
Greyson: ::Quietly.:: ...Oops... ::and then busted up laughing maniacally for about 8 seconds.:: No, honest! I didn't sabotage anyth...::Hiccup!::..anything.
 When musical mode is engaged, things start to get crazy As the airborne intoxicant enters the holodeck the crew starts to act very drunkenly. When Ensign Carter Greyson engages the computer into musical mode the program starts to get very crazy. With musical numbers bursting our across the ship and singing Klingons, the crew on board the Armstrong drastically lose track of time. This raises suspicions outside the holodeck when Theo Whittaker's mother Captain Madeline Whittaker realizes that Theo is over two hours late. She enlists the help of Counselor Zinna to investigate and they soon find that Marine Captain Quintus Lucius Raisillius and Major Ishreth Dal are also looking into the strange disappearance of the senior staff.
They quickly find the airborne intoxicant and do a complete clearing of the ventilation system. This helps clear the heads of the crew inside the holodeck and they start to come to their senses. But when Commander Whittaker tries to exit the program the holodeck refuses to comply and the crew find themselves trapped! They work to access the holoprogram and manage to get a message out to the Ops hub; which is enough to have Major Tatash mobilize an extraction unit.
Through some quick thinking and crafty engineering the crew manages to shut down "Piracy on the High Stars" but the holodeck doors refuse to open!
| Notable Sims
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| Oops...
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Ensign Greyson accidentally turns the adventure into a musical
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| Federation Girls
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Antero Flynn breaks out into the first musical number
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| A Mother's Sixth Sense
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Captain Madeline Whittaker figures out something is very wrong with the holodeck
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Act III: The Villain Reveals Herself
Chennel: If all of your crew are this idiotic, I'm going to have some fun with them Sal- I can call you Sal... can't I? :: waving the thought away, before looking across the room, taking in everybody with a dangerous and beady eye. :: Listen to me *very* carefully because I'm not the sort of woman to say things more than once: Don't. Cross. Me. If you do, you will not live long enough to regret it. :: beat :: Things are going to be changing around here. If I were in your- quite frankly, ugly- shoes, I would start looking for a transfer.
 Bolian pirate queen Chennel As the program fades to the familiar black and yellow grid, the image of the Bolian pirate queen Chennel appears. Chennel taunts the crew, saying that while they have been detained she has taken the opportunity to use StarBase 118 for her own criminal schemes. Her image fades as Major Tatash and his marines blow the doors open; but she leaves the senior staff with many questions to be answered. Not the least of which is who in the Ops hub is a mole since there was obviously inside coordination and sabotage to allow these malfunctions to happen.
Worse, as marines and medical are clearing out the holodeck they find that with the safeties off Commander Anders has collapsed and that Lieutenant Vondaryan is missing! While Anders can be easily treated in sickbay, Vondaryan is caught in a 'phase shift' from coming into contact with the phased subspace energy fields powering Chennel's holo-projection. The crew breaks apart to focus on shutting down Chennel's operation and rescuing Lieutenant Vondaryan. Commander Whittaker, Major Tatash, Lieutenant Ezo and Ensign Greyson enlist the help of consultant Arden Cain to free Vondaryan from the phased dimension; but not before the intel agent has the opportunity to do some snooping around the Below. When he is released he informs the crew that Oma-Saan, proprietor of Harkin's Den is involved in Chennel's plot just before collapsing and being taken to sickbay.
The crew regroups to mobilize against Chennel and the Jenatris confederation...
| Once More With Feeling Characters
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Species
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Status
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Created/Simmed by
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Bio
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| Madeline Whittaker
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Human
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Starfleet Captain
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Theo Whittaker
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Madeline Whittaker is Theo Whittaker's headstrong mother
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| Chennel
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Bolian
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Pirate Queen
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Theo Whittaker
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Chennel is a vain and flamboyant murderer and humanoid trafficker who has a history with the crew of StarBase 118 Ops
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| Oma-Saan
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Orion
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Incarcerated
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Trellis Vondaryan
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Oma-Saan was the proprietor of Harkin's Den, a criminal establishment in SB118's 'Dungeon' level
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Gallery and Quotes
::Reaching into his pocket, Antero pulled out a bag of Rainbow Riddles he had been hanging onto in case of an outbreak of sweet tooth. He was glad Mirra wasn't here to give him a hard time about always having food in his pocket. Who didn't like Rainbow Riddles though? Fun colorful little pieces of candy, and they all had a riddle on the inside of the wrapper. :: ~Antero Flynn
 Targs just wanna Taste the Rainbow... Musical Numbers
Whittaker: I ssssshould totally become a prof- prof- profiterole! :: he began cackling when he realised he had gotten the word wrong :: No! Not profiterole! Professional! I should become a professional singer!
| Antero Flynn: Federation Girls
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| Well sweet Breen girls are hip
Aaaand the Chalnoth girls with the way they flirt
They knock me out without a care
The Klingon warrior's daughters
really make you prove your might
And Ferengi girls with those luscious lobes
They keep your latinum nice and tight
I wish they all could be Federation
I wish they all could be Federation
I wish they all could be Federation giiiirls
The fleet worlds have the sunshine
and the girls all get so tanned
I dig a Trill bikini on the Risa island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this universe
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back to the fleet
Back to the cutest girls in the 'verse
I wish they all could be Federation
I wish they all could be Federation
I wish they all could be Federation girls
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| Theo Whittaker: Losing My Mind
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| The port nacelle, I think about you
The Jeffries Tube, I think about you,
I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind
The starboard nacelle, I think about you,
Plasma injectors, I think about you,
And do you know it's like I'm losing my mind?
All afternoon doing every little chore
thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand on the top of the warp core,
Not going left, not going right
I dim the bridge lights and think about you,
Spend sleepless nights to think about you,
I think you love me or am I just being kind?
Or am I losing...
... losing my mind?
All afternoon doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand on the top of the warp core,
Not going left, not going right
I dim the bridge lights and think about you,
Spend sleepless nights to think about you,
I think you love me or am I just being kind?
Or am I losing...
... Losing my mind?
Or am I losing my mind?
I think you love me or am I just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
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| Sal Taybrim: Klingon Confidant
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| Kothos: Look Starfleet, I--
I--
I think you
Are falsifying
And I'm losing control
'Cause the excuses you're supplying
They're horrifying!
Taybrim: You better believe
That I need to know
If I can or can't trust you
You better believe
You better undergo
Every test to show me true
Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do
Chorus:
A Klingon confidant!
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Klingon confidant
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Klingon confidant
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed...
Taybrim: If you're filled
With information
That's too hard to convey
Gravitate to my location
Beam your way
Kothos: I better shape up
'Cause you need some news
Taybrim: I need some news
That'll go on the record
Kothos: I better shape up
If I'm gonna keep
Taybrim: You better keep
the Khitomer Accord
Both: Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure we'll strike a chord!
Chorus:
A Klingon confidant!
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Klingon confidant
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Klingon confidant
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes, indeed...
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| Carter Greyson: Engineer Starfleetian
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| I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian,
I've information Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
I know the sting of drinking, and I quote the battles historical
From Khan to Federation grew, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About transwarp theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings dracunculus:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.
I know our prolific history, Captains Picard and Ben Sisko;
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for info,
I quote in elegiacs all the lore of The Prophetus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Skyfires from Van Ghoughs and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from The Oaths of Hippocrates!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
Then I can show a boxing skill in cyclonic firestorm,
And tell you ev'ry detail of Janeway's uniform:
In short, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.
In fact, when I know what is meant by "transduction" and "plasmin",
When I can tell at sight a phaser rifle from a javelin
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
When I know more of tactics than a Reed in a Enterprisey –
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy –
You'll say a better engineer Starfleetian has never sat as he
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.
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| Sal Taybrim: Klingon Warrior Dreamin'
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| Our uniforms are red
And the ship is grey
I went for a walk
In a cargo bay
Kothos was right there
But then he pulled away
Klingon warrior dreamin'
On the Armstrong today
Stopped off at a base
We docked along the way
Well I got down on my knees
And I began to...
::And suddenly he trailed off. Base. Base? His mind clicked, slowly, rising out of the drunken fog. Starbase. Starbase... 118. His dark eyes widened::
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