"I do not know what Gods you worship, but should we fail, you and your crew will be welcomed to Sto'vo'kor as Warriors and the bond between our great Empires will be reforged in iron by blood. Today is a good day to die, Captain." -Councillor Dempok
StarBase 118 searches for wanted fugitive - (USS ALBION — Under orders from Commodore Allan Kinney, the senior staff of StarBase 118 have been tasked with locating renegade Starfleet officer Haz Arrihman.)
::Brilliant. Sal's dark eyes narrowed at the viewscreen where the Avalon was picked up on long range sensors. There she was, just sitting there like a big, pregnant, naive cat with a belly full of angry kittens.
Still, kittens verses a massive bird of prey usually lost, no matter how angry they were.::
The Raven vampire styled nightclub in the StarBase 118 Dungeon level
::Phrik nearly exploded, it took almost all of his self-control to not shout the medic into a perforated ear-drum:: Forgive my lack of Engineering knowledge, but aren’t the engines usually the most EXPLOSIVE part of a ship?! ::He let out a long rattling breath and shook his head. This wasn’t worth the effort:: Just tell me where on this Godsforsaken death trap I need to be to do my damn job without dying.
Starfleet Officers uncover the horrible past of The Below
::The Negh'var continued to float around the Albion like a guardian angel before she turned, belching out a string of torpedo's into the Sienov which twisted in response, explosions covering part of the swept wing and main body leaving her looking like she was literally wincing in pain. A solid, painful hit that took out one of her green engines, breaches pockmarking the formally invulnerable surface.
She turned, limping back towards the purpleish cloud she'd emerged from like an angry spider heading back to it's web.::
Former Commodore Allan Kinney was the sector commander for the Trinity Sector. He was removed from duty and stripped of rank following the discovery of his ties to the Orion Syndicate
