Star Trek Adventures – Kage Hoshi Division: Character Background

Posted: October 28, 2018 in Roleplaying Games, Star Trek Adventures
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Welcome Aboard the U.S.S. Mulgrew

 

The year is 2372, and to put this in better perspective, it’s been almost a year since the destruction of the Enterprise D, the loss of Captain James T. Kirk, and the disappearance of the U.S.S. Voyager (in roughly that order). The relations between the Klingon Empire and the Federation are strained due to the potential Cardassian and Dominion threats. Tensions and nerves are running high right now, as Starfleet and the Federation seek a solution to this ever growing threat.

Welcome Letter from Captain M’Kora

Greetings to you, and congratulations on your new assignment.

There is a growing need for organizations and divisions of officers and specialists that are trained in wartime tactics. Section 31 is an autonomous organization within the Federation that’s not officially recognized, but it exists and a few too many folks know about it. They operate on their own and don’t have anyone holding them accountable for potentially damaging actions. Section 31 also doesn’t ask anyone for approval for certain actions or missions. The Federation and Starfleet have an official, but unofficial, program similar to Section 31 – but much more secret and definitely accountable for their actions. While Section 31 is the Federation equivalent of the Romulan Tal Shiar, we are an organization that’s monitored and kept in check by Starfleet and the Federation. We are known as the Kage Hoshi Division, the shadows among the stars. Our ships, missions, and personnel are all classified. We go on typical missions and report to Starfleet, just like other ships and personnel, but we do it quietly. We relay information to Starfleet about various things and they determine who to send to investigate. If Starfleet believes we should be the ones to act, we do. But as far as the general population knows, we don’t exist.

I’m Captain M’Kora, no first or last name, just simply Captain M’Kora. If you know who I am, that means one of three things: you knew me as a commanding officer in the Klingon Imperial Fleet, you serve or have served under me on the U.S.S. Mulgrew, or someone at the Kage Hoshi Division isn’t doing their job.

If you’re not familiar with me, allow me to give you some background, so you feel a little more comfortable around me. I was born and raised on Qo’noS. My mother and father were diplomats, ambassadors, and honorable Klingons. They served the Empire in life, and they honor the Empire in their deaths. I was an officer in the Klingon Imperial Fleet when they died in honorable combat during a treaty negotiation that went bad. I was proud of them and their work. They were also proud to consider themselves allies to the Federation and what the Federation stands for. Many believe Klingons can’t exist without conflict – some war to wage. That’s not true. We’re a culture rich in art, ceremony, and custom, but we value our skills as warriors too. We fight if we must and revel in the battle, but we fight with honor in order to preserve our way of life. My parents fought battles in a different way. They used their words instead of a d’k tagh or a bat’leth. I have chosen to a walk a similar path, by using diplomacy as a weapon and only resorting to physical violence if necessary. There is great honor in being able to do battle in unconventional ways, and my parents understood this as well.

Growing up on Qo’noS with such an unconventional family wasn’t always easy. I never let the weak minded stand in my way though. I can handle myself in any confrontation that’s forced upon me. I excelled in my studies as well as my combat and tactical prowess. This led to a rapid promotion through the ranks in the Klingon Imperial Fleet. I soon found myself under the command of General K’orvo, a commander of superior skill and also a great mentor. I served under his command for many years until the day we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise-D commanded by Captain Jean-Luc Picard. A compliment of bridge officers were invited to tour the Enterprise and join them for pleasantries. Upon our arrival, we were all shocked to see a Klingon there to greet us in the transporter room alongside Picard. We had all heard the tales of Worf, son of Mogh, but we were not prepared to see a Klingon in a Starfleet uniform. As the rest of my fellow officers and General K’orvo stood there, staring at Worf, I took the initiative and greeted him. The Starfleet personnel seemed a little curious at my actions, since I addressed a lower ranking officer before addressing the Captain. Once I noticed the eyes on me, I turned to Picard and greeted him, introducing myself. He gave me a warm and genuine smile, greeted me in return and then greeted the compliment of my fellow officers.

Worf and I became fast friends in that brief visit and I was immediately inspired to be more like him. I admired, no, that’s wrong – I still admire Worf. His work continues and I follow his actions closely. My admiration of him has inspired me to be the best Starfleet officer that I can be. I hope that I can one day be an inspiration to you, the same way that he is to me.

It was actually Lieutenant Worf (now Lt. Commander), that recruited me for Starfleet while he was serving aboard the Enterprise-D. It was my hope that I would be assigned to the same vessel, but it seemed that Starfleet had a different assignment in mind. They felt I was best suited for command of a starship, but one that wasn’t on the records. I wasn’t sure if I was to consider this assignment an insult or a compliment, but I didn’t really have a choice. Once you’re selected to be a member of the Kage Hoshi Division, you can’t really turn it down. It was clear to me the moment I boarded the U.S.S. Mulgrew that this was more than a compliment; it was a huge amount of trust and faith that was put into me and my abilities. It was an honor to be selected to be a captain, straight from the academy, and one that I could tell no one about. Crew aboard a classified ship like the Mulgrew are typically assigned to these ships for life. There are opportunities to retire, but in my five years of command, I’ve only seen one of the twelve that retired, stay in retirement. Many get restless and need to work. Your assignment aboard a classified ship can end in retirement after fifteen years, unless you’re a captain or the second in command. Those positions are lifelong commitments.

It’s not uncommon to find that crewman have fallen in love with another member of the crew, or with someone they see on a regular basis at a space dock. When they do, we don’t discourage them from starting a family aboard the ship. Sometimes, the children that are raised on the ship, will fall naturally into one of the crew roles and that family becomes one of the many generational family units within the Kage Hoshi Division. My parents would have seen it as an honor to serve on a ship like the Mulgrew, as you should too. I am honored to have you aboard.

These are the voyages of the starship Mulgrew. We go where other Federation starships cannot. We blaze a path in the stars for fellow explorers. We don’t just boldly go, we go boldly and silently into the black.

Welcome to the U.S.S. Mulgrew, NCC-65056. Qapla’!

~ Captain M’Kora

Meet the Crew!

The crew and officers of the U.S.S. Mulgrew are being played by a mix of veteran, novice, and somewhat beginner role players. I will be playing Captain M’Kora, only because the group is so small. I’ve played D&D since it was AD&D and have played/GM’d various other RPG’s. Travis (Mr. DDK) has been playing RPG’s for a little over a decade and he’s played a variety of RPG’s as well. North has also played a variety of RPG’s over several years. Wednesday is newer to RPG’s, but picks up on the games rather well.

I’ve encouraged them to make two characters to help with bridge operations, but they have to choose one or the other for away missions. We won’t be using as many Supporting Characters because of that. I will only have Captain M’Kora, which you met in the letter above, as my NPC and likely won’t go on away missions unless necessary. These are the characters that they will be in charge of, and a little of their character backgrounds too.

Lieutenant Commander Nir Dirnick (Travis)

Nir Dirnick is a Cardassian standing right at two meters (six feet, two inches) tall and weighing roughly 95 kilograms (210 pounds).

He was a brilliant scientist that was recruited by the Obsidian Order. He specialized in genetics and xenobiology, which the Obsidian Order hoped to use to further their nefarious plans for the Bajorans. Nir Dirnick lived on Cardassia and he knew about the Occupation of Bajor, but the Cardassian government always painted the Bajorans as the terrorists that would destroy Cardassia and the Cardassian culture. Nir Dirnick never really expected that the information was false, until he was sent to Bajor.

The Obsidian Order sent Nir Dirnick to Bajor on a specific assignment. He was to study a particular species that the Bajorans were also studying. He oversaw much of the work that Dr. Mora Pol was conducting on an unusual creature, referred to as Odo’ital, or Odo for short. The Obsidian Order thought that they might be able to use this creature to their advantage somehow and so Nir Dirnick studied everything Dr. Mora had on Odo. When it was discovered that Odo was a sentient being, Nir Dirnick became much more interested. He went to Dr. Mora’s laboratories and worked closely with him even after Odo left for Terok Nor.

During all this time, Nir Dirnick was witnessing first hand just how cruel the Cardassian military and government was to the Bajoran people. Nir Dirnick was a loyal Cardassian, but loyal to the Cardassia that he thought he knew. He was not happy to see that his government was putting on a facade. He kept doing his work, but also kept detailed notes on the movements of the military as well as the government officials and what they were doing.

Nir Dirnick got to know the Bajoran people for who they truly were: artists, musicians, poets, writers, and scientists in their own right. He eventually met a Bajoran woman, Neerwo Oku, a beautiful and very open minded botanist. It wasn’t long before they found themselves in love. It wasn’t uncommon for Cardassians to use Bajoran women as ‘comfort women’, but it was uncommon for a Cardassian and a Bajoran to become engaged. Most of Nir Dirnick’s colleagues and superiors saw the engagement as a way for him to keep Oku to himself, and they didn’t hassle him about it. Oku was a pleasant distraction for Nir Dirnick in the midst of all the horrible things happening around them.

But their happiness was short lived. A Bajoran Resistance Cell attacked the science building where Oku was working. They planted explosives on the major structural supports of the building and waited until the building was full of workers. The explosives were detonated and the building collapsed, killing all 283 people inside. All Bajorans in that building were considered collateral damage in the attack. The news of Oku’s death struck Nir Dirnick to his core and he decided that this was it, the last straw.

Nir Dirnick reached out to Starfleet and told them everything he knew and begged them to help end the Occupation. He said that there was too much evil on both sides and he volunteered to work as an undercover agent for Starfleet. He would gather any intelligence he could and get it to Starfleet, as long as they promised to end this and keep the Bajoran people safe. He said that the Cardassian people and Cardassia had lost its way and needed to be set on the right path once more. Starfleet took him up on his offer and used his inside information to help the Bajoran people put an end to the Occupation.

About a year before the end of the Occupation, the Obsidian Order suspected Nir Dirnick was a traitor to Cardassia. With his connections inside the Obsidian Order, word reached him quickly that he needed to get out before they apprehended and executed him. He put in a call for help to the Federation and Starfleet and they were able to sneak him away from Bajor. The only possession he brought with him was Oku’s earring that he had used to proposed to her. He put the earring on and has wore it everyday since he left Bajor for Earth.

During his time on Earth, he had been a scientist working in secret laboratories with the Federation. He was teaching them Cardassian genetics and giving them all the information he had on Cardassia and the government officials. He told them everything he knew about the Obsidian Order and how they function. He also studied everything he could about the Federation and Starfleet. He has just recently been called to the office of Admiral Reynolds.

Nir Dirnick entered the Admiral’s office and saw a silver haired Human sitting behind a desk. Admiral Reynolds seemed to have a gruff but pleasant demeanor. “You must be Nir Dirnick, our very own Cardassian defector. I can’t express how much I admire you for what you’ve done. It’s not an easy thing to do, to abandon your world and people for your ideals.”

“Admiral, sir, I think you have it wrong. I didn’t abandon Cardassia or my fellow Cardassians. They abandoned me when they strayed from the path. We are indeed a military people, but we’re also a people of science and culture. Our paranoia and xenophobia has lead my people to their self destruction. So you see, it’s not my ideals that caused me to defect, it was their error.” Nir Dirnick sat in the plush office chair across the desk from Admiral Reynolds.

“Well said. I think I would leave Starfleet if it ever strayed from its moral compass. I may not fully understand how you feel, but I can at least pretend to understand.” Nir Dirnick nodded at Admiral Reynolds as he continued, “We have chosen to recognize you for all you’ve done. I understand that you’ve studied everything you can get your hands on about Starfleet, including protocol and operations. You’ve basically done the work of five Starfleet cadets in the span of three and half years.”

Nir Dirnick raised a finger, pointed at the ceiling, in an effort to politely interrupt the Admiral. Admiral Reynolds paused and gestured at Nir Dirnick to proceed. “Not to sound paranoid, but all that work I did was for myself. I wanted to see who I’d gotten into bed with, so to speak. Starfleet seems to be what I thought Cardassia was. As much as I condemn my people for their paranoia, I still needed to be sure.” Nir Dirnick could tell he was losing the Admiral’s attention and maybe patience, but he wasn’t sure of the latter. “I didn’t do the work for recognition. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

“Regardless of why you did the work, you still did it. Starfleet and the Federation have signed off for you to be granted the rank of Lieutenant Commander.” Admiral Reynolds smiled and then added, “But, they also want you to be a crewman on a classified ship. This ship is very special…”

Before Admiral Reynolds could continue, Nir Dirnick stood up and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously. “Say no more Admiral! I know what ‘classified’ means and I know what I’m getting into. I was a member of the Obsidian Order after all. Truth is, I’ve been quite bored here. I’m not sure how you all keep from dying of boredom.”

“Well, then all you need to do is take the shuttle from Koralis IV to Deep Space Nine and meet your contact there. Here is all the information you’ll need until then.” Admiral Reynolds handed Nir Dirnick a PADD and showed him to the door. Two security officers waited just outside the door to escort Nir Dirnick to the transport ship. “I expect great things from you, Lieutenant Commander Dirnick. Be safe out there.”

“Thank you, Admiral. I am looking forward to this assignment, as well as a change of uniform.” Nir Dirnick looked down at his civilian clothes and lab coat. “I imagine I’ll look stunning in ‘science blue’.” Nir Dirnick smiled and nodded in the Admiral’s direction. The security officers lead the way down the corridor to the transporter room and Nir Dirnick walked with a bounce in his step and purpose for his soul.

Lieutenant Thasiv Zynes (Travis)

Thasiv is an Andorian that stands a little shy of two meters (five feet, eight inches) tall, and weighs about 77 kilograms (170 pounds). Thasiv is a very normal and very average Andorian, in most ways. He grew up on a frontier colony, dreaming of adventures in the stars. He would fly small craft and shuttles to pass the time, and even race them as a way to gain additional supplies or materials from off-worlders. He became an exceptional and very well known pilot on the colony.

The day came when Starfleet made a social call to the small frontier colony. They were there on orders to assist the colonies with anything they needed, such as medical supplies or materials of any kind. Thasiv was enamored with the idea of flying through space on ships that could potentially house the population of his colony. He spoke to several of the Starfleet personnel and made up his mind the same day; he was going to Starfleet!

Thasiv was a normal student with typical grades, but his piloting skills were the likes that hadn’t been seen in decades. He graduated Starfleet as an Ensign and was lucky enough to be immediately assigned to the U.S.S. Exeter (NCC-26531). They were in need of a new pilot, immediately. All Thasiv was told was that the previous pilot was expelled from Starfleet; something about him lying about a pilot error that resulted in the deaths of three of his fellow officers. Thasiv had later heard the name Paris, but many of the Exeter’s crew didn’t want to talk about the incident and Thasiv wasn’t that interested anyway.

Thasiv worked his way up to the rank of Lieutenant after a year. His assignment on the Exeter proved to be full of experience and helped him hone his piloting skills. In 2371, He was going to ask for another promotion when he was sent back to Starfleet headquarters. It was there that he learned of a new challenge and one he happily accepted. Starfleet reassigned Thasiv to the U.S.S. Mulgrew and that’s where he’s served for the last year, honing his skills even more as a pilot.

Lieutenant Lorne Dayne (North)

Dayne is a Bajoran that was born and raised on Bajor during the Occupation. As an adult, he stands just under two meters tall (roughly six feet tall) and weighs about 90 kilograms (200 pounds).

The Cardassian Occupation of Bajor lasted for around 50 years, so most young Bajorans only know life as it was under the boot of a Cardassian. When Dayne was 14 years old, his mother and father were killed by the Cardassians for being resistance sympathizers. His parents were aiding several resistance cells by giving them supplies and information. There aren’t many details on who it was that betrayed them to the Cardassians, if anyone did. The Cardassians may have just gotten lucky and figured it out. But the night they came to the Lorne home, the Cardassians made a show of it and made an example of them. They stormed into the Lorne home like they were after hardened criminals, drug his parents out into the street in front of their home, and executed them. Dayne, only a young boy at the time, was hiding behind a secret door in the wall, but he could see the whole incident through a crack in the wall. Even at a young age, Dayne knew how important it was to keep quiet and get to safety – not to be hero. He waited until the Cardassians were gone before leaving his home behind to seek out the resistance fighters. The resistance was going to need strong young men to fight the Cardassians and this act of malice lit huge a fire in his belly.

When Dayne found his place in the resistance, it was within the Shakaar Cell. He had befriended Kira Nerys, who was within the same cell. Even though they were friends, they would not get to see much of each other. They were both destined to lead different groups within the Shakaar Cell. But they remained friends and contacted each other if they could.

The Occupation ended in 2369 and Bajor was given control of Terok Nor, later renamed to Deep Space Nine. The Bajoran Provisional Government asked the Federation to step in and assist with the space station and they gave primary control of DS9 to the Federation. Starfleet Commander Benjamin Sisko and Colonel Kira Nerys both recommended that Dayne join Starfleet and enter the academy. With special recommendations and life experiences as his teachers, Dayne excelled though the academy and graduated in 2371 at the rank of Lieutenant, instead of Ensign.

Dayne was seeking a promotion while serving aboard the U.S.S. Curry, but was recalled to Starfleet headquarters in 2372. He spoke to Admiral Reynolds, a gruff but pleasant enough older human with silver hair. He informed him that Dayne had been selected for a special assignment to a very special ship called the U.S.S. Mulgrew. Dayne was also informed that the missions, crew, and the ship itself were all classified. Dayne was also informed that if he chose to decline this new assignment he would return to the U.S.S. Curry, after a slight memory adjustment. No further details would be given until he was aboard the Mulgrew.

“Son, this could be an opportunity you don’t want to pass up. You’re young and highly intelligent. You’ve also got an instinct about you and those are the people we want on these type of ships.” Admiral Reynolds reclined in his chair and rested his hands across his stomach.

“I appreciate the offer, Admiral Reynolds. It sounds like a wonderful position, but I think I could do more good on the Curry. I think the Curry needs me right now.” Dayne rubbed a hand over the top of his head, ruffling some of his neatly groomed brown hair.

“If you’re concerned with doing good deeds and helping others, the Mulgrew is exactly where you need to be. You will be blazing trails for ships like the Curry. Now, do you want to be at the head of pack, or just picking up the leftovers? Because that’s what’ll happen. The Mulgrew is a life assignment too. Move up high enough in the ranks, and you get your own ship within our Division.” Admiral Reynolds leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk.

“What Division of Starfleet is this, Admiral Reynolds?” Dayne’s dark eyes squinted at Admiral Reynolds. “I’ve never seen that style insignia before.” He pointed at the command insignia on Admiral Reynolds uniform.

“That’s classified, until you board the Mulgrew.” Admiral Reynolds smiled and said, “Which I have every confidence that you’re going to do. I’ve read your files, naturally. An officer like you with your background wouldn’t pass this offer up. The chance to be first at the scene of a disaster; the first to assess the potential threat of a newly discovered civilization; the first to save a civilization from annihilation at the hands of a tyrannical invader. You were made for this Division.”

Dayne’s eyes were wide with thoughts of all the good he could do. “Well, since you put it that way, how can resist? What is it that the Borg say? Resistance is futile. Guess I’ve been assimilated into the crew of the Mulgrew.” Dayne jumped up from the chair and reached out to shake Admiral Reynold’s hand.

“Borg jokes, huh? I lost half my Division ships and crew in the Battle of Wolf 359.” Admiral Reynolds stood and gripped Dayne’s hand tightly. “You might want to use different material for your jokes. And yes, I heard about that too, how you think yourself a comedian.”

“That’s more of a nervous thing actually. I can’t help it. Sometimes it lightens the mood.” Dayne’s hand was released from the Admiral’s grip.

“Whatever you call it, better watch it around your new captain. She’s as rough as they come and she’ll work you hard. You’ve got a ride to catch. They’ll drop you and another officer off in a shuttle around Koralis IV. You’re likely going to have a passenger too. You’ll rendezvous with the Mulgrew at Deep Space Nine. When you arrive at Deep Space Nine, go to Quark’s bar and find a Klingon female named, M’Kora. She’s expecting you and she’ll give you further instructions. Good luck, Lieutenant Lorne.” Admiral Reynolds gestured towards the door and it opened, revealing two armed Starfleet officers.

Dayne looked back at Admiral Reynolds as he was being escorted out, “Thank you Admiral. I won’t let you or Starfleet down. Prophets guide you.”

“Live long, and prosper. The light of Kahless shine on you. All that religious stuff. Just don’t die out there, okay? We can’t afford to lose anyone else.” Admiral Reynolds smiled disingenuously as the door to his office closed behind Dayne.

“I get to meet a Klingon. Cool.” Dayne said quietly to himself as he followed the two security officers to the transporter room.

Ensign John Cross (North)

John Cross is a Human engineer with brown hair that stands about two meters tall (five feet and nine inches) and weighs about 90 kilograms (200 pounds). He was born and raised in the Mirror Universe. One of his personality quirks is that he doesn’t refer to anyone by name or rank. Once he meets an individual, he’s inspired to give them a nickname. He claims it’s a sign of respect and not to poke fun at the individual, because the bonding between two individuals transcends given names and ranks.

John was raised on the Trill homeworld by a Trill diplomat, Ronnan Turin. Ronnan was a double agent, serving as a diplomat for the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance and also a supporter of the Terran Rebellion in secret. Ronnan’s daughter, Yozri, was beautiful and skilled as a negotiator. Yozri could gather information about KCA and its movements without raising any suspicions, and then relay that information back to the Terran Rebellion with the help of her father. Their ultimate goal was to see peace in the universe.

John was the only pilot that Ronnan and Yozri trusted, not only because he was loyal to them, but because he was able to fly them out of several tough spots. He was also a skilled engineer, and was able to fix just about anything. He could see solutions to a mechanical problem that others wouldn’t have thought of, and all he needed to do was grab a handful of miscellaneous parts and look them over.

Yozri admired him for his ingenuity and loved sitting with him for his conversations. She would often find him talking to himself while he worked on more complex mechanical problems. When they were on a particularly long flight, she would often sit with him and they would talk about everything from the stars beyond their quadrant, to strategies on bringing down the KCA. John found himself falling in love Yozri, but their family situation complicated things.

Ronnan and Yozri weren’t joined Trill, because most of the Symbionts had been murdered. Dax was one of the few that survived, but the only one that the KCA and the Terran Empire knew about – or so everyone believed. Ronnan and Yozri were members of a secret society of Trill that knew about the remaining Symbionts. The members of this society were limited to less than a dozen Trill. John was the only non-Trill that knew of the Symbionts’ existence. Part of his job as a pilot was helping to relocate the Symbionts and their hosts to safe houses across the Alpha quadrant. Ronnan and Yozri had the diplomatic status to help them bypass checkpoints and shuttle searches, and John had the skills to pilot them out of potentially dangerous situations and repair the shuttle in a snap.

John stayed on the shuttle during most of the trips to the KCA bases on Cardassia and Qo’noS. He wasn’t a confrontational type of person and wanted to avoid any possible issues that might arise. He had been able to talk his way out of some previous confrontations with some Cardassians, but if it had been Klingons, he would have been in trouble!

Very early one morning, Ronnan shook John awake and informed him of a serious issue that had surfaced. There was joined Trill that had been wounded in an altercation between a Cardassian Galor Class ship and a Bajoran Scout vessel controlled by the Terran Rebellion. It was reported that the Galor class ship was already heavily damaged and wasn’t able to completely destroy the Bajoran Scout vessel. The Trill was mortally wounded but the Symbiont was in no danger as long as another host was found quickly. The information that the Symbiont had was extremely important to the Terran Rebellion and the only viable host within reasonable distance that could be trusted was Yozri.

John was shocked to learn that Yozri had already gone through the joining ceremony and was now a joined Trill. Ronnan also told him that they needed to leave immediately for the Badlands to transfer Yozri to another ship for relocation. They couldn’t take her to the safe house themselves without the risk of being discovered. John had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. He even told Ronnan that there was something off about the attack on the Bajoran Scout vessel. Even with so much damage, he thought the Galor Class should have had more than enough power to destroy the Scout vessel. John felt like it was trap, but Ronnan said there was no time and no options – the transfer has been arranged and must happen.

John was piloting their shuttle through the Badlands to the coordinates they were given, but they didn’t quite make it. A Klingon Vor’cha Class ship emerged from behind a plasma storm funnel and opened fire on the shuttle. Phaser blasts struck the shields of the shuttle and damaged them so badly that John couldn’t repair them while simultaneously trying to pilot away from the Klingon ship. Backup power generators were completely knocked out and systems were failing all over the shuttle. A plasma funnel erupted next to the shuttle and blocked their path of escape, putting them directly in line of fire with the Klingon ship. The Klingon ship fired another phaser blast, but another plasma funnel erupted between the Klingon ship and the shuttle. This dampened the force of the phaser blast, but not enough to prevent it from almost breaching the hull. The shuttle rocked and Ronnan was thrown into a nearby control panel, causing almost immediate and fatal brain trauma. Yozri was thrown directly into the path of an energy blast from one of the failing system’s control panels. John leaped from his control station and cradled Yozri.

“John, I won’t make it. The Symbiont knows it too. We have to pass on the knowledge to you, and if you survive this, get it to the Terran Rebellion. This information could save the entire universe.” John leaned close to Yozri as she whispered into his ear. His eyes grew wide with surprise. “Please, save the universe if you can. And John, if we lived at another time, we would have been perfect together. Live on, John. Live and be happy when this is all over.”

Yozri’s eyes closed and she was still. Tears fell from John’s eyes, splashing onto her cheeks. It seemed as though everything was happening in slow motion as sparks flew behind him and the shuttle careened towards a plasma funnel. There were several streaks of vertical red lights that formed all over John’s body and in an instant, he was no longer on the shuttle. He found himself in a holding cell on the Klingon Vor’cha ship that was attacking them.

“Traitor to the Alliance!” A Klingon yelled at him in a gruff and scratchy voice. “You have been sentenced and will be taken to Terok Nor to slave away in the labor camps on Bajor.” John just sat, staring at the floor and said nothing.

During his time in the labor camps of Bajor, he met Benjamin Sisko and Jadzia Dax. They found a way to pull him out of the labor camps and he found a place to call home on Sisko’s ship.

It wasn’t long before Sisko was dead and a pretender showed up. After the events of “Through the Looking Glass” (Deep Space Nine, Season 3 – Episode 19), Benjamin Sisko from the main universe (Prime Timeline, Universe Proper) accidentally took John back with him. Once the stowaway had been discovered, Sisko alerted the Federation and Starfleet. Starfleet decided the best thing to do, would be to place John Cross on a classified vessel so he wouldn’t be able to do much damage to the timeline. He was assigned to the U.S.S. Mulgrew almost a year ago and has been trying to adjust to life in this new universe. He still hopes to find a safe way back to his universe so he can help save it.

General K’orvo (Wednesday)

K’orvo was once an honored and celebrated general in the Klingon Imperial Fleet. He stood well over six feet tall, 198 centimeters to be exact, and weighed in at almost 120 kilograms. His hair was so dark, it was almost black. His dark eyes always set on the path that would one day lead him to Sto’Vo’Kor. He wasn’t known for his average build or his mostly average appearance. He was a great general, known for his prowess commanding a ship and his battle tactics. He wasn’t just a great commander on the bridge of his ship, he was a skilled warrior in hand-to-hand combat. None of his crew ever bested him in a brawl in the decades that he flew the B’rel class ship, the I.K.S. Hov’pach. K’orvo led many raids into the edge of Romulan space and earned many victories in the name of the Klingon Empire.

K’orvo couldn’t stem the flow of time and like many great warriors that do not die on the battlefield, he grew old. His hair streaked with silver over time and eventually became a solid, milky white. His eyes were sharp, and his mind as quick as ever. This helped to  ensure he kept his place as general and captain, for a time. But the end comes for all.

K’orvo’s last mission sent the Hov’pach and its crew into a patch of mostly uncharted space, where reports of Borg activity had been coming in. K’orvo and his crew were ambushed and made into Drones by the Borg. A few months later, a Federation ship happened upon two Borg Drones that were on the surface of a planet, and one of them was K’orvo. The away team scuffled and fought with the two Drones and killed one. The other Drone’s connection to the collective was severed and the away team saw an opportunity to save the Klingon’s life. Star Fleet contacted medical specialists on Qo’noS and then took him home so he could get proper medical treatment.

K’orvo endured many surgeries to reverse the Borg implants. The surgeries were performed by scientists experimenting with Borg technology and not by properly trained medical staff. It left scaring all over his body and the only implant that couldn’t be removed was the ocular implant in his right eye. After K’orvo was released from the science facility on Qo’noS, he began to see looks of disgust from other Klingons as they stared at his eye. They felt he was without honor, because he allowed himself to be captured by the Borg and rescued by Star Fleet and the Federation. They also felt he was dishonorable in allowing himself to be experimented on, even though it was the Klingon High Council that issued the order. He felt defeated and dishonored. He was later called into the Council Chamber and stripped of his rank and achievements for his dishonorable actions against the Klingon Empire. The Klingon High Council deemed it necessary to exile him from Qo’noS as well. He was to spend the remainder of his life, drifting through the stars like a derelict ship.

He was living, simply just existing, on a space station on the border of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants when he received a transmission from an old friend. One of his subordinates from years ago, M’Kora, had reached out to him once she had heard of his exile from the Empire. M’Kora had served as a commander aboard the Hov’pach before leaving for Star Fleet, a year and a half prior to the Borg encounter. She wanted him to meet with her while she was on a brief stay at Deep Space Nine, but didn’t tell him what the meeting was about. He was to meet her at a gathering place called, Quark’s on the promenade.

K’orvo trimmed his belly-long, scraggly facial hair up to his chest, though it was still slightly out of sorts when he finished. He took a comb and tried his best to straighten out his long white hair and gave up when he convinced himself that his appearance wasn’t that important. He covered his right eye with a worn, black leather patch. His studded leather jacket rested comfortably over a plain grey shirt. The large shoulder pads on the jacket gave him more presence and made him appear more formidable. He worn a thick chain with a square medallion that bore no symbol. His heavy boots felt like lead, as he left his room. The door shut behind him and he suddenly had a nagging feeling that he may not be returning; call it, warrior’s intuition.

Doctor Zylas (Wednesday)

Zylas grew up on Ferenginar with his moderately wealthy family. He was very short and chubby for a Ferengi, standing about 145 centimeters tall and weighing roughly 95 kilograms. He was always an odd child, even for a Ferengi.  He never sharpened his teeth like most Ferengi do. He always kept his latinum safely hidden away instead of spending it on fancy teeth sharpeners or flamboyant clothes that would show off his social status. He only had one head-skirt that he wore, and it was a simple design. He would later adapt it to the color of his doctor’s uniform. Zylas always said that frivolous spending was a waste of profit!

He studied to be a doctor, because medicine and pharmaceuticals are very profitable. But so is convincing someone that they’re sick when they aren’t. His father, Bot, despised the idea of Zylas becoming a doctor. Zylas was an only child and his father wanted Zylas to continue the family business, so they would continue to be wealthy well into retirement. But Zylas had other plans once he finished medical school, which he finished quickly and with excellent scores. He started his career as an assistant doctor on Ferenginar and was known by many as the Smiling Ferengi. That’s because he was always smiling in a very creepy, wide smile when you saw him. He claimed it was the best cure, to ‘scare the diseases away.’ His father still refused to acknowlege his accomplishments. When Zylas was in the presence of his father, he would sometimes call himself, Zylas – Son of Bot, just to annoy him.

The first job Zylas took as the head of medical personnel was aboard a Ferengi D’Kora Marauder. The crew was competent enough to not get themselves killed, but they were always coming back with bumps, bruises, scrapes, and the occasional severed limb. It was easy enough to take their latinum for heavier medicines and extra procedures without them realizing they were being gouged and cheated. After all, who’s going to question their only doctor? His first experience as a doctor was going quite well and he was already wealthier than his father.

The ship and its crew landed on a planet that was seemingly abandoned. If not for the ruins of buildings, homes, and cities, you would not know that there had been intelligent life on this planet. Zylas was a little curious as to what could have happened to the prior inhabitants and he ventured off on his own. The rest of the ship’s away crew pillaged buildings and looked for some form of life to harass. Zylas was also keeping an eye open for anything he could sell off at the next starbase they docked at. Federation cadets, fresh out of the academy were easy to pull one over on, sometimes. While digging through the rumble of a warehouse, he found an oddly shaped vial with a dark purple liquid in it. He shook the vial and the liquid sloshed around. He heard one of the crew call all away personnel back to the ship and he promptly shoved the vial in his medical kit. He returned to the shuttle with the away crew and didn’t think anything else about the tiny vial of purple liquid.

While the ship was docked at a starbase in the Alpha Quadrant, Zylas was riffling through his medical bag for a ‘cure’ to a ‘deadly’ disease that the Humans call, influenza (by this time, we had a cure for the cold and the flu). He saw the tiny vial rolling around the bottom of his bag and his curiosity was reignited. After quickly ‘curing’ a Bolian of ‘influenza’ and charging a large amount of latinum to do so, he took the tiny vial out of his bag to inspect it once more. The liquid was still purple, but now it had tiny black sparkles shimmering and dancing around in it. Zylas opened the vial and the liquid sprang from it and turned into a dark gas. Zylas was startled and screamed, and then swatted the gas away and it dispersed into the air.

A very short time later, practically within minutes, the inhabitants of the starbase were walking around in a zombie like trance. Zylas didn’t seem to be affected, even though there were other Ferengi that were. He knew this was too much of a coincidence to not be related to the liquid in the vial. He pulled the vial out to see if there were any traces of the substance left, but there wasn’t. About an hour had passed since the substance escaped, and now there were people who had more than just runny noses and puffy eyes, they were starting to vomit. Fatigue was setting in too as people were beginning to collapse where they stood. Zylas knew that if he survived, he would be the obvious choice to blame. He had to fix this, and fast.

There were now unresponsive people in the medical bay, and some had even expired. He was working non-stop, going on 24 hours, to find a cure for whatever this was. It took some time, but he finally discovered the adaptable virus like qualities of influenza were also found in this substance. He would have to disperse a mass cure to eliminate the virus completely. He finally found a solution after 45 hours of non-stop work, and pumped the inhalant into the ventilation system. He was certain that it would wipe out all traces of the virus in the bodies of people, as well as from surfaces that they were in contact with. There was no place this virus could hide from him.

Once the quarantine was lifted from the starbase, Zylas decided it was probably time to seek employment on a new ship. He went to the mess hall and sat for a few hours before a female Klingon strolled in. She wore the traditional garments of a Klingon captain, and sat alone at the bar with a cup of Bloodwine. Zylas thought this would be a great opportunity to get far away from the Ferengi. They would never bother a Klingon for a missing Ferengi – too much trouble.

“Greetings to you, honorable warrior! My name is Zylas…” Zylas was cut off by the Klingon.

“Stop right there, Ferengi. I don’t want anything to do with whatever you’re peddling.” She took her cup of Bloodwine and started to walk off.

“Oh, I’m not a peddler. I’m a doctor.” Zylas waddled behind her, trying to keep pace. She stopped abruptly upon hearing that he was a doctor.

“Doctor, you say. Our Chief Medical Officer was just killed. Are you afraid to die, fat Ferengi?” She leaned down to look him directly in the eyes.

“What’s that saying you people have? Today is a good day to die!” Zylas said mockingly and smiled wider.

The Klingon grabbed him by his lab coat and shook him, gently for a Klingon. “This is no game and not a joke. If you board my ship, you don’t leave it. You die on my ship and for me. Once you leave with me, you have no more family, no more friends; nothing else matters except the ship and her crew.”

Zylas continued to smile and with a shaky voice said, “That’s fine with me. My father doesn’t acknowledge me for my career choice, and I don’t need friends if I have latinum.”

The Klingon released his lab coat and stood up. “Then welcome to the Mulgrew. I’m Captain M’Kora. Now come with me. We have contracts to sign.”

Zylas gave a quick hop and skip and followed close behind her, pausing only briefly, “Wait, did you say, contracts?” Captain M’Kora glanced back at him with a wide grin on her lips.

Conclusion

I hope you’ve enjoyed getting to know the main bridge crew of the U.S.S. Mulgrew. Each of the players gave me snip-its of their characters and I expanded those into the stories you’ve read here. After we finish playing through the Rescue at Koralis IV adventure, the main campaign will begin and you’ll get to see more of the crew and follow the Mulgrew on its continuing missions.

As always, thanks so much for reading!
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“Today is a good day to die, unless you can live!” ~ M’Kora

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