Star Trek Online: Call of Valor

A Star Trek Online Fan-fiction.

Captain’s Log: “Out In The Cold – Aftermath”

The doors swished open, and Jase entered his cabin; as the doors closed tight behind him, his posture slouched much more.

“Computer: lock cabin.” Jase’s voice was quieter, the pain creeping into his inflection. The computer chirped it’s acknowledgement and the sounds of servos in the walls whirred into action, sealing the door into a closed position.

His head drooped noticeably as he shuffled to the nearest chair; his shoulders already beginning to shudder with silent sobs. He had been successful in rescuing the Deferi prisoners; declared a hero. But now, in the quiet of his private quarters, he finally let out the sobs of pain and fear that had assaulted him and threatened to incapacitate him on the Breen mining station.

He opened his uniform jacket, the freedom now letting him breath deep as he sobbed into his hands. Flashes of memories from a painful childhood flooded back. Why is it he can never escape from those horrible memories? Of tolling in the mines beside his brother and his father, of those Naussican thugs beating on his family… of the grizzly images of his fathers torture and death…

The door chimed. The doors internal communicator activated. “Captain? Captain, are you alright? It’s me… Please, Jase, let me in…” T’Pahl’s voice was unmistakable. Despite her strict Vulcan training and reserve, he could hear the concern in her voice.

Jase dried his eyes on his sleeve. “One moment…” he called, heading towards his lavatory. Once in the bedroom, he spoke orders to the soulless machine that protected him in his sanctuary. “Computer, allow entrance to Commander T’Pahl and seal my cabin once she has entered.” Again, it chirped it’s acknowledgement as he entered the lavatory and washed his face, pulling off his uniform jacket entirely. Face rinsed and wearing just a comfortable t-shirt and loose vest, he felt a bit better and made his way to the living area, where T’Pahl was sitting patiently in a chair, leaning forward on her knees, her hands clasped together thoughtfully.

“That was harder for you than you can admit, wasn’t it?” She said as he sat across from her.

“Don’t tell me my strong masks are finally cracking, old friend… The last thing I need is for my crew to see me weak and vulnerable like that. Yes, that was harder than I had thought it would be; did it really show that easily?”

“Only to me, and not outwardly. You know we share a bond; I could feel the turmoil inside you.”

He shifted uncomfortably. He hated sharing his feelings; even to T’Pahl, after all they’d been through together. Yes… it was very hard. For a moment, it was as if I was back at the colony again, with my family… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see forced slavery and not feel that all over again…” he covered his face in his hands, trying to hide his tears. He knew there was no point, though; she could see better than anyone the pain he was feeling.

She moved beside him and wrapped her arms around him, gently stroking his hair the way his mother used to when he was a child… He sobbed again, and this time broke down and let it all out. She sat there with him, comforting him, telling him it was all right. For that short time, he wasn’t Vice Admiral Jase of the starship Sword of Truth; he was just Jase….

They sat there a long time; he lost track of how long, falling asleep resting in her arms. He awoke on his couch, his uniform jacket over him like a blanket and the computer chiming that it was time for his duty shift on the bridge.

September 9, 2010 Posted by | Captain's Log | Comments Off on Captain’s Log: “Out In The Cold – Aftermath”

Updated Bio – Jase

Well, STOked is having a “contest” for character bios; I’ve expanded Jase’s bio and submitted it. Here’s what I sent:

Born on an outlying mining colony world that had long before been abandoned and forgotten by the federation, Jase’s childhood was harsh and often full of hardships. His family worked hard, but often barely had food to eat. Being one of the few human families, Jase’s early friends were all non-human and often bullied him, as he was weaker in comparison, though he showed a high intelligence at an eatly age. His father was a former Starfleet Lt. Commander that had retired for a more peaceful life after the Dominion War, his mother a human with 1/8th Betazoid ancestry. This heritage gave Jase his uncanny intelligence and the ability to shield his inner thoughts and inner mind from others, even Betazoids.

His father, Johnathan, was killed when Jase was 8 years old in what was “officially” listed as a mining accident; the truth is much darker. A group of Naussican thugs working with the Orion Syndicate had been roughing up the miners for several months, demanding ‘protection money’; Jase’s father was among several of the local indipendant miners that were refusing to pay. He had even gotten into a fight one night with a couple of the enforcers, but they had underestimated johnathan’s fighting skill or former Starfleet training. He beat the thugs enough to send them running back to the gang leader. After a few threatening words from the gang leader and an attempted arson on their home, Jase’s father thought it would end. Instead, he was invited to a private meeting to ‘discuss a cease of hostility’ by the gang boss. Jase followed, hiding in the shadows of the ruined buildings, and was witness to his fathers murder. The Naussican leader tied up Jase’s father and cut him apart piece by piece while still alive, then left the mess as a warning to the other minors; Jase was unfortunate enough to see the whole thing. The boy was mentally scarred, but was able to hide this from everyone who cared about him (and later from the Starfleet Academy Psych Evaluators), fearing that if anyone found out he would end up sharing his fathers fate. He burned the memory of that Naussican’s face, and it’s unique tattoo over it’s left eye, deep into his mind, vowing to find a way to become strong and smart enough to avenge his father.

His fathers death left Jase, his 3-year-younger brother, Cael, and mother to beg off others or perform very menial tasks bordering on servitude for survival. A small cartel of Ferengi bought the planet when Jase was 14, quickly putting the settlers and miners to work, almost like slaves. Shortly afterward, Jase displayed an uncanny intelligence, as well as strong diplomatic and negotiation skills, that highly impressed the new Ferengi task-masters. Through cunning and intelligence, he was able to help his family survive a littl better. The Naussican thugs, lead by the man who killed his father, were kept on as a private “security force”. They proceded to extort and pillage the populace even more frequently than before; Jase’s mother fell victim to their appitites on more than one occasion. Jase suspected that they chose his mother to further the example they had left with his fathers death; though disgusted by the depravity, a part of him had to respect the brilliance of the psychological conditioning of the miners these “petty thugs” had masterminded.

When Jase was 17, the War with the Klingons began spreading and Starfleet began expanding into forgotten sectors, needing additional resources. Starfleet finally took action in the sector, quickly removing the Ferengi ‘owners’ and setting up massive relief efforts. Jase was among several young men offered a chance to enter Starfleet Academy, an offer he reluctantly accepted only after guarantees that his mother and brother would be allowed to come and would be cared for. Though at first Jase was skeptical (he’d never known anyone to be honest about such stories in the past), those guarantees were kept, and his brother also entered the Academy, 3 years behind Jase.

When the boys entered the Academy, Jase registered using his mothers maiden name, which she reverted to a couple years after her husbands death, while Jase’s brother, Cael, took their fathers name instead; each honoring their parents in their own ways. Jase met T’Pahl during the end of his second year where she tutored him and a few other students in a few of the science requirements. Jase and T’Pahl became good friends; Jase reminded T’Pahl often of her former husband in many ways. After the years of squalor on the mining colony, Earth seemed like a dream come true. Though his training at the Academy was rigorous, he was more than up to the task. He nearly didn’t graduate, however, when his mother was killed during his last year at the Academy, when a group of Naussicans attacked the small vacation colony she was visiting at the time, not far from the system they once called home. Though there was little evidence recovered from the scene, Jase knew in his heart who was responsible.

Jase immediately fell into a deep depression. He got into several fights at the campus pubs. T’Pahl tried to council him through this time, with little initial success. Finally, he packed his bags and left the academy, without explanation to anyone, leaving a simple request for a leave of absence.  Where he went and what he did, few people know; he has only confided the story to his brother and T’Pahl. Traveling via various cargo ships, trading his skills for passage, he made his way back to the sector where he had spent his youth and using the skills he had learned at Starfleet Academy to track down the leader of the Naussican gang that had killed his father. He spent weeks preparing and spreading rumors through the local underground, enough to lure the Naussican into a private meeting. What he did to the Naussican, he refuses to say, though he insists to the few he’s confided in that the Naussican was still alive when he left the room; all anyone really knows is all that was found by his men the following day was a severed hand and the skin from his face that held the tattoo. The report by the investigating authorities stated that it was hard to determin if it had been methodical or an animal attack, and there had been rumors of a wild animal roaming the city over the weeks that followed.

Jase returned to the academy, emotionally broken and seeming to be bordering on suicidal. His friendship with T’Pahl helped him find strength again, and thanks to a fery detailed letter of reccomendation along with a positive psych evaluation from T’pahl, he was able to complete his studies. He graduated in the top 10% of his class. After graduating, he had a tattoo placed over his right eye; Only he and T’Pahl know it is a mirror image of the one worn by the Naussican that killed his father. Many people speculate where it’s from and what it means, but few have tried to pry that far into his personal life or his past. Though he had choice of several starships of renown, he requested assignment to the USS Valor’s Call. His assignment to the Valor’s Call was approved easily. Why he chose it, he’s not even sure; all he knows is something inside him knew that he’d be needed there. When the Borg attacked, he knew his hunch had been the right one, feeling his not being there would surely have meant the loss of the ship. One man, by chance, in the right place at the right time can make all the difference.

He is one of the few humans that still believes in a surviving form of Christianity, though the religion has seen a huge decline since the late 21st century; some remnants of the precepts and doctrines have survived. He believes there are gods for every race, and an afterlife for every species in the galaxy; Christianity is simply the worship of one of the gods of Earth. His religious view is much more open-minded than many of the previous sects of Christianity, and much more tolerant of the beliefs of others. He has a high respect for the religious & political opinions of others, and prefers to be diplomatic whenever possible; he knows full well, however, that the only diplomacy some people in the galaxy understand or respect is “aggressive negotiations”, as he likes to call it, or “Diplomacy with a torpedo”.

His romantic relationships are few; he trys to avoid romantic tied when he can, knowing he has a weakness and longing for a spouce that could become a complication to his work safeguarding the Federation borders. He has made mistakes with women that he dearly regrets, but cannot undo. He hopes his mother is able to see him from their afterlife, and that she is proud of the man he has grown into, despite some of the dark choices he has made in the name of Federation Safety.

He strives to be peaceful, but follows the IDIC creed to justify some of his choices as a Starfleet Captain in war-time. He follows a quote by one of his personal heroes, Zephram Chochrane: “Don’t try to be a ‘Great Man’; just be a man, and let history make it’s own judgement.” He is tollerant and accepting of all races but one; He has a deep distrust of Naussicans and Ferengi in general, and will be wary of them at the least. He shows respect to any that he meets, but keeps a phaser or dagger ready when dealing with Naussicans, just the same. He has no love for the Orion Syndicate, and will arrest or kill any members of that organization he comes across, depending on the legal precedent and his orders.

He has recently been following up on an investigation on his own time, following leads of a suspected Gorn underground resistance in the KDF. The work has been slow as it seems to be simply in the initial planning stages; he hopes this movement will grow, and between the groundwork laid by Picard and the Enterprise-E (see comic “The Gorn Crisis”) and his efforts now, the Gorn may be able to re-take their indipendance and possibly become a Federation ally, tipping the balance of the war and hopefully bringing it to an eventual end.

August 17, 2010 Posted by | Geekgasm, Ten Forward | 1 Comment

Apologies to all my fans for lack of posting. (Ya, the 2 of you.)

This isn’t going to be a big post, just a quick shout to all the people following my bog. (ya, both of you 😛 Thanks, Mom and Stacy lol). Sorry about no blog posting for the last few weeks, lotsa changes happening ^_^ I’ll post a few in the next couple days, I promise.

May 20, 2010 Posted by | Ten Forward | Comments Off on Apologies to all my fans for lack of posting. (Ya, the 2 of you.)

Captain’s Log, Stardate 201003.19

For a newly commissioned ship, the Valor’s Call has been performing incredibly well. Only a few minor issues in the weapon systems; the secondary forward phaser bank isn’t linking to the primary forward banks. My chief of security has recommended removing them entirely and replacing them with pulse phaser cannons, and I’m inclined to agree. I’m scheduling the ship for a structural re-fit to have the primary hull re-designed to more functional standards; currently we have no cargo bays, and frankly I think a starship without cargo bays is only half-useful. Until the Sol Station is able to accommodate our upgrades, we’re continuing our patrol and exploration missions.

Chief Engineer Daisy has requested permission to do some tribble breeding in her quarters. Frankly, as cute as the buggers are, they are equally irritating when their breeding gets out of control. She’s assured me she’ll be careful and dispose of any that get out of hand; I’ve granted her permission on the condition that she co-ordinate with the CMO, Arlahna.

March 19, 2010 Posted by | Captain's Log | Comments Off on Captain’s Log, Stardate 201003.19