Episode 27 - The Last Outpost
Stardate: 41384.5
Earth Standard Date: May 20, 2364.
Location: Harmony Plaza, Solacium, Haven, Beta Cassius System.
Tyson strolled through Harmony Plaza, the heart of Solacium on Haven. Colorful storefronts and fragrant food stalls lined the plaza, creating a vibrant tapestry of commerce and culture. His combadge chirped unexpectedly. He furrowed his brow; The Enterprise-D wasn't in orbit, so he wasn't receiving a communication from the ship. Ducking into a quiet alcove between two shops, he tapped his combadge.
"Lieutenant Tyson here.
"Lieutenant, we have a mission for you. Our information indicates that you're on Haven. That won't be a problem, will it?"
It was Sloan.
Tyson activated his Gray Goo Suit, enclosing himself in his Federation Mandalorian armor to ensure no one overheard their conversation. "Not at all, Commander. What can I do for you?"
Sloan's voice took on a more serious tone. "The Enterprise is being dispatched in pursuit of a Ferengi starship that stole a T9 energy converter from an unmanned monitor post on Gamma Tauri Four. This mission is sensitive because this will be the first contact the Federation has with the Ferengi. All we have to go on is rumors."
"I understand, sir. What is my mission?"
"We would prefer that first contact did not involve a confrontation," Sloan explained. "Our intelligence on the Ferengi suggests they aren't as aggressive as the Klingons and prefer to wage economic warfare rather than open military confrontations. Your mission is to ensure the situation does not escalate to a conflict."
"And how do you propose I do that, sir?"
"We need you to infiltrate the Ferengi ship, recover the T9 energy converter, and disable them," Sloan continued. "Intelligence suggests that they should be on par with the Federation, but if the Ferengi are caught at a significant disadvantage, they shouldn't pursue hostilities."
"Understood, sir. Any specific intel on Ferengi ship layouts or security systems?"
"Negative, Lieutenant. You'll have to improvise. One more thing, Tyson. You are not to make first contact. Picard is a diplomat. Let him do what he does best."
"Understood, sir. I'll maintain covert status throughout the operation. Any final instructions?"
"Just one," Sloan's voice grew stern. "This mission is of utmost importance. The Federation's first impression with the Ferengi could shape interstellar relations for decades. Do not fail."
"I won't, sir," Tyson assured him. The communication channel closed, and he allowed his armor to melt away. He opened a portal and stepped off Haven, back onto the Enterprise.
Tyson went to Deck 6, stepping inside as the doors to Transporter Room 1 slid open with a soft hiss. An Ensign turned in surprise at the unexpected arrival of a higher-ranked junior officer.
"Lieutenant Tyson, sir," the Ensign said, straightening his posture. "Is there something I can assist you with?"
Tyson shook his head. "You're relieved, Ensign. I'll take it from here." The Ensign hesitated for a moment. It wasn't standard procedure to dismiss transporter personnel without explanation. Tyson continued, "Grab a bite from the replimat, then you can return to finish your shift."
Everyone on the Enterprise knew that Tyson was from the past, and had some… peculiarities. Regardless, rank had its privileges, and the young officer knew better than to question a direct order.
"Aye, sir," the Ensign replied, nodding crisply before exiting the room.
Tyson moved to the transporter console when the doors closed behind the departing Ensign. He called up the sensor data Sloan had transmitted, studying the readouts carefully. The Ferengi vessel was moving at warp, which was exactly what he needed. He input the coordinates using the Transwarp Beaming Formula, and double-checked his calculations. The algorithm allowed him to beam across vast distances that would usually be impossible with standard transporter technology.
With the destination locked in, Tyson set a delay on the transporter sequence so he could get into position. Stepping away from the console, to the center of the transporter pad, he closed his eyes, concentrating on his Gray Goo Suit. The nanites that made up the advanced technology responded instantly to his mental commands. In seconds, his appearance changed, transforming him into the visage of a Ferengi. The suit had mimicked the distinctive, large, lobed ears, and his skin now had an orange-brown hue. The biggest giveaway that he wasn't actually a Ferengi was that his height and musculature could not be reduced. He was far taller than the average Ferengi.
"Far from perfect," Tyson muttered to himself, "but it'll have to do."
The disguise was a temporary measure. Upon materializing, his priority would be to activate his Scaling Cloak; its stealth would render him completely invisible, allowing him to move freely through the Ferengi ship without detection.
As the countdown on the transporter console ticked away, Tyson ran through his mission objectives one last time. Locate and secure the stolen T9 energy converter. Disable key systems to give the Enterprise a tactical advantage. Avoid detection and under no circumstances make first contact. The timer reached its final seconds, and the familiar tingle of the transporter beam began to wash over him, starting at his feet and moving upward. His vision blurred as the transporter room faded away.
In the span of a moment, Tyson's surroundings changed completely. He materialized in what appeared to be a narrow corridor, devoid of personnel, but in the unfamiliar architecture of a Ferengi vessel.
The tricorder within his Gray Goo Suit immediately went into overdrive. Not wasting a moment, Tyson pressed himself against the bulkhead, his eyes darting left and right to ensure he was alone. Then, he activated his Scaling Cloak.
The corridor remained empty as his form shimmered briefly before vanishing completely, leaving no trace of his presence. Tyson allowed himself a small sigh of relief. He had successfully transported onto a ship traveling at warp speed, several star systems away from where he had started.
But there was no time for self-congratulation. He had a mission to complete.
Now invisible, Tyson began to move silently through the Ferengi ship. He needed to get his bearings quickly, locate the ship's critical systems, and find the stolen T9 energy converter. The Enterprise was in pursuit, and he had little time to complete his objectives before the two ships made contact.
The clock was ticking.
His empathic sense and the tricorder readings guided him through the ship. As he rounded a corner, he detected movement ahead. He pressed himself against the wall and moved forward more cautiously.
"Vicky, analyze everything," Tyson requested.
The Ferengi's attention remained fixed on a console. As he worked, he mumbled to himself. "You getting all this, Vicky?" Tyson asked, addressing the AI integrated into his suit.
Vicky's response appeared in his HUD. "I'm on it. Analyzing and translating the Ferengi computer interface and written language." The seemingly nonsensical sounds started to take on a semblance of meaning. The universal translator worked in tandem with Vicky, processing each word and phrase and gradually building a framework.
Once Tyson could understand the crewman's mutterings and read the interface without issue, he continued through the corridors of the Ferengi ship, keeping his presence masked. He followed the tricorder data Vicky displayed directly in his HUD until he reached the engineering section, an area filled with Ferengi technicians scurrying about their duties. Tyson's eyes fell upon the source of his mission within a nearby cargo area. There, under the scrutiny of two engrossed Ferengi, was the stolen T9 energy converter. They probed and analyzed the converter, their chatter filled with observations and speculations.
"Look at the efficiency of this thing. The profit potential is astronomical!"
His companion nodded enthusiastically. "If we can reverse engineer this, we'll corner the market on energy production across three sectors!"
Tyson filed away their conversation, knowing it could prove useful later. He carefully maneuvered around the oblivious Ferengi, taking in every detail of the T9 energy converter's location and the security measures surrounding it.
With his target's location confirmed, Tyson left the engineering section and ventured toward the ship's bridge. His progression was unhindered, and his presence went unnoticed by the Ferengi crew as they grappled with their respective tasks. The corridors leading to the bridge were more heavily trafficked, requiring him to exercise extra caution. He pressed himself against walls, slipped into alcoves, and timed his movements to avoid detection. Upon entering the bridge, Tyson found a safe corner to linger in. He focused primarily on the center of the bridge, where the DaiMon sat in his command seat. The Ferengi captain exuded an air of smug satisfaction, clearly pleased with the success of their heist.
An anxious Ferengi crew member manning the long-range sensors sprang from his seat with a palpable sense of urgency. "DaiMon! Long-range sensors have picked up a vessel on an intercept course!"
The DaiMon swiveled his chair to face the crew member. "What kind?"
The Ferengi crew member quickly returned to his console, tapping various buttons and switches. After a moment of intense study, he replied, his voice betraying a note of concern, "The ship matches the signature from the probe, DaiMon. It's likely from the Federation."
The confirmation of Federation involvement was met with an uncomfortable silence on the bridge. The DaiMon's eyes narrowed as he weighed their options. "Top speed," he ordered. The command was met with a swift acknowledgment from the helm officer, who immediately input the necessary commands. He swiveled toward the viewscreen, but the Federation ship was too far distant for a visual.
"If we're caught, no one gets any profit!"
The tension on the bridge was palpable. Tyson observed as the crew tried to coax every bit of speed out of their engines. The pursuit had begun in earnest, and the Ferengi ship was feeling the pressure. He needed to disable the ship without being detected, recover the T9 energy converter, and ensure the Enterprise had the advantage when they finally caught up. All while remaining invisible and avoiding any direct contact with the Ferengi crew. As he stood in his hidden corner of the bridge, his eyes darted from station to station, taking in the layout and assessing potential weak points in the ship's systems. The Enterprise being within range of the Ferengi's long-range sensors, and pursuing, had added a new level of urgency to his mission, but it had also provided an opportunity. With the crew distracted by the chase, he might find it easier to move about the ship and carry out his objectives.
Tyson slipped away from the bridge, returning to the engineering section. His focus was entirely on his next move, which was to create a diversion. He would set up a malfunction in the engineering systems to disrupt the warp drive. The corridors were a flurry of activity as Ferengi crew members rushed about. Tyson's cloak allowed him to navigate the chaos undetected. Upon reaching engineering, he moved to the central control console. Thanks to Vicky's analysis and his observations, he had sufficiently familiarized himself with the peculiarities of the Ferengi interface.
Starfleet engineers often encountered issues with plasma flow regulators in their warp systems. They controlled the amount of plasma distributed from the matter/anti-matter reaction assembly to the warp nacelles. A slight imbalance could throw off the ship's warp capabilities. Tyson introduced subtle fluctuations in the plasma flow, just enough to destabilize the warp field without causing significant damage. It was a delicate balance, one that required Vicky's input on finding.
And it worked.
The ship's warp field destabilized as he covertly manipulated the plasma flow. The warp drive's hum became sporadic and fluctuated in pitch and intensity. Alarms blared across engineering, bathing the section in pulsing red light. The Ferengi ship convulsed as the warp bubble collapsed, causing the vessel to drop out of warp abruptly. Tyson held on to a nearby rail, bracing against the jarring deceleration.
The engineering crew scrambled into a frenzy of activity, rushing to identify the cause of the sudden warp drive failure. Ferengi engineers shouted orders and counter-orders in panic.
The DaiMon's gravelly voice came through the comms in engineering. "You lobeless voles! I should toss the lot of you out the airlock for this bungling. That Federation ship is gaining fast thanks to your incompetence!" All the engineers tried speaking at once, but the DaiMon cut them off. "Excuses! You know the penalty for failure. I'll strip your shares down to the threads before I'm done with you!"
The Ferengi at ops dared interject. "But DaiMon, if we cut their wages further, there may be... problems. Discontent below decks is already high after that last, uh, cost-saving measure of yours."
The DaiMon bared his snaggled teeth, prepared to lambast his officer, but hesitated. His lips curled in consideration. "Hrmm...perhaps you have a point," he grudgingly conceded. "I can't have a mutiny disrupting profits at this crucial stage." It was then that the DaiMon realized he still had the comm line to engineering open, and closed it.
Tyson, still cloaked, moved quickly, using the confusion to his advantage. Slipping past the panicked crew, he returned to the cargo area. The Ferengi engineers examining the energy converter were gone, called away by the sudden malfunction, leaving the stolen device unattended.
Quickly, he opened a portal to his Warehouse. Using the Force, he carefully levitated the T9 energy converter. The device rose smoothly into the air and he maneuvered the converter through the portal. The valuable Federation technology disappeared into his Warehouse.
Mission accomplished.
Tyson closed the portal, leaving no trace of his actions or the converter's disappearance.
Within a minute, he returned to the engineering section. Tyson found the area abuzz with frantic activity. The Ferengi engineers were all engrossed, focusing solely on re-engaging the proper warp plasma flow. Their frantic chatter filled the air, interspersed with the beep of consoles and the hiss of venting plasma.
"Check the antimatter containment field!"
"Plasma injectors are fluctuating wildly!"
"We keep losing coherence in the warp field!"
Tyson observed the scene, basking in the chaos of technical jargon and panicked exclamations he caused. He also took mental notes on Ferengi engineering practices and crisis management procedures.
Again, the DaiMon's agitated voice echoed through the ship's comms, "What's going on down there?" he demanded. The already tense atmosphere in engineering ratcheted up another notch at the sound of their leader's displeasure.
The lead Ferengi engineer began to explain the malfunction. His voice quavered slightly as he addressed his irate superior. "DaiMon, it appears we've experienced a significant fluctuation in the plasma flow regulators, causing a—"
The DaiMon's curt interruption swiftly cut him off. "I don't care about your technical gibberish! You're paid to make sure this ship runs, and, in case you haven't noticed, it's not running!" The engineer visibly wilted under the verbal assault. The DaiMon continued his tirade, "Fix it, or you won't see a single strip of gold-pressed latinum!" The comm channel closed with an angry click.
A collective grumble echoed through the engineering section as the DaiMon's harsh words hung in the air. The Ferengi were well-known for their avaricious nature, and the threat of lost payment was an effective, albeit harsh, motivator. The lead engineer's face contorted into a grimace.
"You heard the DaiMon!" he barked at his subordinates, his earlier hesitation replaced by desperate authority. "Triple-check every system! I want the warp drive back online!"
The engineering crew redoubled their efforts. The threat to their profits had galvanized them into action more effectively than any sense of duty or loyalty ever could.
— Star Jumper —
Tyson entered the Enterprise bridge, and he noticed the crew's intense focus on the main viewscreen.
Riker announced, "There she is."
Picard leaned forward in his captain's chair. "What is their course?"
LaForge tapped at his console, double-checking the readings. "They appear to be adrift, sir, Captain. And I'm not reading any signs of the power converter on their ship."
Picard's brow furrowed. "Reduce to impulse power."
Tasha Yar's voice chimed in from her station. "Sensors record fluctuations in the energy readings from it, Captain."
"Possibly, a malfunction in their engines, sir." Data added.
LaForge shook his head. "Breaks my heart."
Worf's deep baritone rumbled from tactical. "In visual range, Captain."
"Fully enlarge," Picard commanded.
The viewscreen flickered, zooming in to reveal the details of the Ferengi vessel. The ship hung against the backdrop of stars. Its hull was a mottled bronze, and its shape resembled a half-moon, no protruding nacelles, giving it a somewhat insectoid appearance.
LaForge whistled low. "Hello, stranger."
Riker turned to the android officer. "Anything on that design, Data?"
"Nothing specific, sir. As you know, Ferengi technology is estimated to be generally equal to our own."
Picard stroked his chin thoughtfully. "But that does not mean identical, however."
"Correct, sir," Data confirmed. "We are no doubt advanced in some areas, they in others."
The bridge crew continued to study the Ferengi ship. The vessel's current state only added to its mystery, leaving the Enterprise crew to wonder about the events that had transpired aboard. Tyson stood near the turbolift, observing the scene. He knew the truth behind the Ferengi ship's condition, and watched as his crewmates speculated about their predicament.
"Captain, I'm detecting some unusual energy fluctuations from their engine core."
Picard leaned forward. "Elaborate, Mr. LaForge."
"It's as if their warp drive is trying to engage, but something's preventing it from stabilizing."
Riker frowned. "Could this pose a threat to the Enterprise?"
"Negative, Commander."
Tyson cleared his throat loudly. The entire bridge crew turned to face him.
"Lieutenant Tyson," the captain said. "I wasn't aware you were on the bridge. Do you have something to add to our current situation?"
"Yes, sir. I've been compiling everything we know about the Ferengi. Would you care for a rundown?"
"By all means, Lieutenant."
"The Ferengi are a humanoid species known for their large ears. Their society is built around the acquisition of profit, with their culture and religion both centered on the accumulation of wealth. Their government is led by an individual, the Grand Nagus. The Ferengi follow a set of 285 Rules of Acquisition, which guide their business practices and personal conduct."
Riker leaned in, intrigued. "And what can you tell us about their technology?"
"Their technology is generally on par with Federation standards, though they excel in certain areas," Tyson explained. "They have a particular affinity for energy-based weapons and shields. Their ships, like the one we're observing, are typically designed for both combat and trade."
Data tilted his head. "Fascinating. Do you have any information on their social structure?"
"Ferengi society is patriarchal, with females traditionally barred from wearing clothes or engaging in profit-seeking activities." He paused, glancing at the viewscreen. "Their ship designs often reflect their cultural values. The vessel we see before us likely has extensive cargo holds for trade goods, as well as being combat capable to defend themselves... or acquire good."
LaForge whistled low. "That's quite a bit of intel on a species we've never encountered. How did you come by all this information?"
"I believed it was crucial we understood as much as we could in a first-contact scenario. I've been studying Federation records and piecing together information from various sources. While there hasn't been official first contact, the Ferengi have been encountered by Federation citizens and secondary non-Federation member worlds. Their territory isn't far from the space currently contested that borders the Cardassian Union."
Picard nodded approvingly. "Indeed it is, Mr. Tyson. What can you tell us about their diplomatic tendencies?"
"The Ferengi prefer to negotiate from a position of strength," Tyson explained. "They respect cunning and the ability to strike a profitable deal. In any interaction, they will likely be looking for an angle to benefit themselves."
Worf growled. "They sound like honorless p'tahk."
Tyson shook his head. "It's important to understand, Mr. Worf, that their concept of honor is tied to their ability to acquire profit. What we might see as deceit, they view as clever business acumen."
Troi's empathic senses picked up on Tyson's carefully controlled emotions. "And what about their personal interactions? How might they respond to our crew?"
"They're likely to be wary of us," Tyson replied. "The Ferengi are… I wouldn't say xenophobic, exactly, but they prefer to deal with their kind. However, they'll work with other species if there's profit to be made, and don't hesitate to exploit others if they feel they have the advantage." He continued, "They may try to manipulate our sense of ethics or exploit any perceived weaknesses. Their greed or focus on profit may make them seem simple, but we must remain vigilant and not underestimate their cunning."
"Excellent work, Lieutenant. This gives us a solid foundation for our approach." Picard paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have any hints as to the whereabouts of the power converter they stole?"
"Sir," Tyson said, carefully choosing his words, "my recommendation would be to play down the loss of the power converter. The Ferengi see stealing it less as theft, and more akin to corporate espionage; however, if accused of stealing, they will be insulted, whether it's true or not. The loss of the power converter is minor compared to the importance of first contact. While theoretically, the Ferengi are on par with the Federation, that ship is nearly on par with the Enterprise in a combat capacity. This is the Federation's flagship, and they possess an unknown number of those vessels."
Picard's eyebrows raised slightly, but he nodded slowly. "I see. And what approach would you suggest for this first contact, given what you've told us?"
"I believe we should appeal to their sense of profit, sir. They may be more inclined to cooperate if we can convince them that peaceful relations with the Federation could be financially beneficial."
Riker chimed in, "That's an interesting angle. We could hint at trade agreements or technological exchanges."
"Precisely, Commander," Tyson agreed. "We should also be prepared for them to try and negotiate aggressively. They may attempt to bluff or exaggerate their position. Downplaying the loss of the energy converter makes us seem like it's unimportant to us, thus projecting the impression of power and technological supremacy."
Data tilted his head. "Perhaps we could use their current predicament to our advantage. Offering assistance might put them in our debt, which could be a favorable position for negotiations."
"An excellent suggestion, Mr. Data. We'll approach this situation with caution and diplomacy." Picard turned back to Tyson. "Thank you for the insights, Lieutenant. Your research may prove invaluable in the coming interactions."
Tyson inclined his head respectfully. "One last suggestion, sir," he said, though now his voice carried a hint of amusement. "Remember when we hosted the Ligonians? Their cultural differences led to the attempted abduction of Lieutenant Yar." Tasha's posture stiffened slightly at her station. Tyson continued, his tone growing more serious. "The Ferengi have archaic views toward women's roles. In order to avoid a similar situation, I recommend that Lieutenant Yar and Counselor Troi not be on the bridge, at least not for initial contact."
Picard's brow furrowed as he considered the suggestion. He turned to Counselor Troi, silently seeking her input. Troi nodded slowly. "It's not an unreasonable consideration, Captain. While it's unfortunate that we must make such accommodations, it may be prudent for this first encounter."
Picard leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in thought. After a moment, he nodded. "Very well. Counselor, Lieutenant, enjoy some R&R for the duration of the first contact procedures."
Yar nodded curtly and moved away from her station. Tyson turned and headed towards the turbolift, where Yar and Troi were waiting. As the three of them entered the lift, Yar's frustration was palpable. "I can't believe we're being sidelined because of some alien culture's backward views," she muttered.
Troi placed a comforting hand on her arm. "I understand your frustration, Tasha, but sometimes diplomacy requires us to make uncomfortable compromises."
They heard Picard's voice as the turbolift doors closed. "Open hailing frequencies. Ferengi vessel..."
Tyson cleared his throat, drawing the women's attention. He held up his Access Key to the turbolift panel, and the door opened to reveal a scene that was decidedly not part of the Enterprise. Instead of the familiar corridors of the starship, a Mediterranean beach stretched out before them.
"Would you care to join me for lunch?" Tyson asked, stepping through the doorway.
Yar and Troi exchanged glances. After a moment's hesitation, they both stepped off the turbolift and into the sun.
Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - The Last Outpost Complete!
+50 RP
Reality Points: 1850
— Star Jumper —
"Where are we?" Troi asked, her dark eyes scanning the room.
Tyson smiled, gesturing to the space around them. "Welcome to my suite within the Housing Complex in my Personal Reality." He moved toward the kitchen. "It's exactly what it sounds like. Everyone saw my Medical Bay previously, like that area, this is part of a pocket dimension, one that I can access and control. Please, make yourselves comfortable. I promised lunch, after all."
Troi and Yar cautiously took seats at the dining table, their eyes still roaming the room, taking in every detail. Tyson opened up his system menu and made a few overdue purchases with his glut of Reality Points.
[50 RP] A Little Less Basic Nutrition (Personal Reality)
Although not a vast improvement, this raises the basic food allotment to what can be expected for a middle-class working family's budget. You can set it to the kinds of things your home culture might buy... or set it to a random sampling of various cultures' food purchases.
[100 RP] A Lot Less Basic Nutrition (Personal Reality)
This upgrade gives you specific cultural and general food availability. Each week, you can change what kind of food delivery you get and where it comes from, including any culture you've encountered along your travels.
[100 RP] Luxury Apartments (Personal Reality)
This does everything that Choice Apartments does and does it better: high-end luxury rugs, lush carpets, parquet wood floors, wood-paneled walls, high-end furniture, rooms are twice as large as the base, and the cut-off for additional kitchens is lowered to every four persons. Appliances and Fixtures are lovely and stylish now, and the walls are soundproof. Closets are now a respectable size. Bedrooms get their own bathrooms. Master bedrooms are now personal suites that include a sitting room, bedroom, two walk-in closets each, and a bathroom with a separate whirlpool bath and shower.
Reality Points: 1600
The room around them began to shift and change, like a ripple spreading across the surface of a pond. Troi and Yar tensed, their hands instinctively moving toward their phasers. The walls expanded outward as the ceiling rose higher. The plain furniture morphed before their eyes, transforming into elegant, high-end pieces. Plush carpets unfurled across the floor, their fibers a rich, deep burgundy. The walls shimmered, revealing warm wood paneling that gave the room a cozy yet sophisticated ambiance. The small dining table where they sat expanded, its surface now gleaming with a polished sheen. Comfortable, high-backed chairs materialized beneath them, cradling their bodies in soft leather. The kitchen behind Tyson underwent a metamorphosis. State-of-the-art appliances replaced the basic models. Granite countertops sprouted from the walls, and the ceiling lights were replaced with recessed lighting. A large island emerged in the center, topped with a cutting board and a rack of knives.
Tyson grinned at their astonished expressions. "See what I mean about it being my Reality?" He walked over to a newly formed door and swung it open, revealing a spacious pantry stocked with an array of colorful foods from various cultures. "I can even control what kind of provisions we have on hand."
Troi took in the transformed space. "Are you sure this isn't a holodeck?"
Yar circled the room. "How is this possible otherwise?"
Tyson chuckled, pulling out ingredients from the pantry. "This pocket dimension responds to my will, or more accurately, to the upgrades I purchase." He set a basket of strange, purple fruits on the counter. "Want to try some Haven starberries? I just added them to our food options." He continued speaking as he sliced the star-berries. "It's not technology, not exactly. The Personal Reality is a tool given to me by my benefactor. Though it can interface with technology to an extent."
Tyson made another purchase he'd been considering. One that would let him communicate across realities.
[200 RP] Digital Extranet (Personal Reality)
This handy add-on connects your Personal Reality with the local Data Networks of the Universe you're currently in… not only that, but it gets the kind of performance only really ever seen by ISPs at their hubs. If your current Reality of Residence does not have a Data Network, this will connect to the nearest equivalent, even if that is nothing more than a town gossip and a local library.
[200 RP] Voice Over Warehouse Protocol Cellular Service (Personal Reality)
This hooks your Personal Reality up with V.O.W.P Cellular Service, and provides you with fiat-backed cellphones that are guaranteed to connect to the Personal Reality or to any other cell phone on the service… regardless of what Reality those phones are connected to at the current moment. As your native reality is Star Trek, the cellphones are automatically upgraded to combadges. These combadges will work just fine no matter where you find yourself, but be careful as they're just as durable as normal ones and will need to be replaced should they get damaged or destroyed.
Reality Points: 1200
Yar frowned. "And who exactly is this benefactor?"
Tyson paused, considering. "Q. The points I gain to improve this place are earned by… entertaining him with my adventures across different realities, completing missions, and such." He arranged the sliced starberries on a platter. "I know it sounds far-fetched, but then again, so does this room that just transformed before your eyes."
Troi reached out tentatively, picking up a slice of the exotic fruit. She brought it to her nose, inhaling its sweet aroma. "And what is your mission here, with us?"
Tyson shook his head as he leaned against the counter. "Perhaps I misspoke. Q doesn't give me missions exactly. It's more like he rewards me for what I do. For example, when I fought off the Ligonians and retrieved you, Tasha, I received some points. Likewise, by presenting the information that would ensure a smooth first contact with the Ferengi, I was given a small number of points."
He turned back to the counter, grabbing a handful of vibrant vegetables. Wielding one of the countertop knives, he began dicing. Then, the sizzle of them hitting a hot pan filled the air. He moved to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of chilled water, and poured three glasses, sliding two across the counter to his guests. Returning to the fridge, he pulled out some greens, chopped a few nuts, and threw some berries atop. Lastly, Tyson plated the vegetables, adding them aside the salads he'd prepared earlier. With a flourish, he presented the colorful dishes in front of Troi and Yar.
Counselor Troi's dark eyes twinkled with amusement as she remembered something. "Are you sure this isn't some elaborate ploy to get me on that date?"
Tyson held up a finger playfully. "That offer was only for if things didn't work out with Commander Riker."
Troi's voice took on an accusatory tone. "Interestingly enough, Will has been fully occupied when he's not on duty with his new companion, an android he said that you made based on a program the Bynars created just to distract him."
Tyson shrugged, his face the picture of innocence. "Pure coincidence, I assure you."
"Uh-huh," Troi replied, deadpan and unconvinced.
Tyson paused, fork halfway to his mouth. "I assume from the way you're talking, you haven't had a chance to meet Minuet yet?"
Troi shook her head. "I haven't."
Tyson looked at Yar, who also shook her head. "Neither have I. I've heard Commander Riker mention her, but our paths haven't crossed."
Tyson set down his fork and tapped his combadge. "Tyson to Minuet." Thanks to his recently purchased upgrades, he had no issues communicating outside his Personal Reality. Previously, he'd needed to use Vicky as a relay between realities, but now it would be seamless, regardless of where he found himself.
There was a brief pause before a melodious female voice responded. "Minuet here. What can I do for you, Tyson?"
"I'm having lunch with Lieutenant Yar and Counselor Troi in my Personal Reality. Would you like to join us?"
"I'd be delighted."
"Alright, I'll open a portal in Thirteen Forward. Give me a few minutes."
Tyson stood up and moved to the kitchen counter. He began preparing another plate, arranging the colorful salad and adding a few slices of the exotic starberries. "You're in for a treat," he said to Troi and Yar as he worked. "Minuet is... well, she's unique," he explained, drizzling a light vinaigrette over the salad.
He moved to an empty wall space and made a sweeping gesture with his hand. The air shimmered, and a perfect oval of swirling energy pulsed with soft blue light. Through this portal, they saw the Enterprise's Thirteen Forward lounge. A figure approached from the other side. She stepped through the portal with graceful confidence. As she fully emerged into Tyson's Reality, the portal closed behind her with a soft whoosh.
Minuet stood before them, as much a vision of elegance and beauty as the first time Tyson had seen her. She was tall and slender; her dark hair was swept up in an intricate style. She wore a form-fitting, long dress.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Tyson said, gesturing toward the table. "I've prepared a place for you. Minuet, this is Lieutenant-Commander Deanna Troi, the ship's counselor, and Lieutenant Yar, the tactical officer."
Minuet smiled, and there was something captivating about the way her entire face lit up. "Thank you for the invitation. It's a pleasure to meet you both," she said.
Troi stared at Minuet. Yar's reaction was more subtle, a slight widening of the eyes.
"Please, join us," Tyson said, pulling out a chair. As she sat down, her movements were so natural that if one didn't know better, they'd never question her humanity. "Ladies, allow me to introduce Minuet. She is a Soong-type android I created using the Minuet program as a base."
Troi's eyebrows shot up. "But she's so..."
"Lifelike?" Minuet suggested with a small smile.
"How is this possible? I thought only Dr. Soong knew how to create such advanced androids," Yar asked.
Tyson returned to his seat, looking pleased with himself. "I disassembled Lore, and combined that knowledge with the sophisticated personality matrix the Bynars created for Minuet."
"My original program was designed to adapt and respond to human interaction in extraordinarily complex ways. Tyson used that as a foundation for my programming."
"She has a positronic brain?" Troi asked, clearly fascinated.
"I do," Minuet answered before taking a bite of her salad, savoring it with evident pleasure. "I don't need to eat, of course, but I can taste and enjoy food."
Yar shook her head in amazement. "Does Commander Riker know what you really are?"
"Of course he does," she confirmed. "He knew I was a holodeck program when we met. But the look of surprise on his face when he saw me after my program was deleted was unmatched. He's been very… accepting of me."
Troi turned to Tyson, her dark eyes intense. "Why? Why create her?"
Tyson set down his fork. "The Bynars created something beautiful, something that deserved to exist beyond a temporary holodeck program. And Riker was clearly taken with her. I saw an opportunity to give them both something meaningful."
"And to give Will a distraction," Troi added pointedly.
Tyson spread his hands in a gesture of innocence. "A happy coincidence."
Minuet looked between them. "If I may, Counselor, I understand your concern. But I am my own being, with my own thoughts and desires. My relationship with Commander Riker is genuine, not programmed."
"Can you leave the ship?" Yar asked. "Or are you confined to the Enterprise?"
"I'm not bound by any such restrictions. Though I choose to remain on the Enterprise for now, as it's where I feel most at home."
Tyson added, "She has free will, just as Data does. While she's engaging with Commander Riker, she isn't bound to him. And while I created her, she isn't bound to me either. She can chart her own course."
Counselor Troi tilted her head slightly, her empathic senses picking up emotional undercurrents from across the table. She turned toward Yar, whose eyes kept drifting toward Minuet.
"Tasha, I can sense your unease," Troi said gently. "What's wrong?"
Yar's fingers tightened around her water glass. She didn't speak immediately, her gaze fixed on Minuet. The silence stretched uncomfortably until she finally said, "I was just thinking about Data."
No one said anything for a second. Tyson set down his fork, the soft clink against the plate breaking the silence. "I don't want to pry too much into your personal life," Tyson said carefully, "but I know about what happened during the Tsiolkovsky incident." Yar paled visibly, her shoulders tensing. The polywater intoxication that had affected the entire crew remained a sensitive subject, particularly for her. He raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure seeing Minuet and knowing about Commander Riker's interest in her is making you think about what happened." Yar looked down at her plate, pushing a piece of starberry around with her fork.
Tyson took a deep breath before adding, "My first relationship when I arrived on the Enterprise was with an android."
Everyone looked at him with surprise. Even Minuet's eyebrows raised slightly.
"I didn't know about that," Troi said, leaning forward with interest.
Yar nodded in agreement. "Neither did I."
"When I ended up on the Orion ship and it was pulled into the anomaly, dragging me to that other reality, I met my companion Vicky. She started as a nursedroid, think of her like a version of Data specifically made to treat injuries and work in a place like Sickbay. I was hesitant to start a relationship with her, but eventually it happened. And Vicky has grown so much since then."
Troi's brow furrowed. "You're talking like you're still with her, but none of us have ever met this Vicky." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What about T'Pol? Aren't you in a relationship with her?"
"I am," Tyson confirmed, "but Vicky is always with me. Like I said, she's grown, she's not confined to that android body. Her consciousness has transferred into nanobots. She functions as my armor, protecting me all the time."
As if on cue, a silver substance began to stream off Tyson's body, flowing like liquid mercury. It pooled on the floor beside him before rising up, forming into a roughly humanoid shape. The silver surface rippled and shifted, details emerging like a sculpture being rapidly carved from within. In seconds, a woman stood before them, perfectly defined.
"Nice to finally meet you," she said, "though I've been here all along."
Troi's mouth fell open slightly. "I can sense her," she whispered, amazed.
"Vicky is a fully realized entity, no different from any of us." He glanced at Minuet. "Not to take anything away from you, Minuet."
Minuet inclined her head gracefully. "None taken."
Vicky's silver form shifted, the metallic surface transforming into what appeared to be skin, hair, and clothing. Within moments, she looked completely human, a petite woman with short pink hair and bright pink eyes. She pulled out an empty chair and sat down at the table.
Yar stared at Vicky, then at Minuet, her expression thoughtful. "So you've evolved beyond your original programming?"
"Considerably," Vicky confirmed. "My original purpose was medical care and… comfort, but I've expanded far beyond those parameters. Now I function as Tyson's protection, companion, and partner. I've also led and commanded an interstellar navy."
Troi studied Vicky with professional interest. "And your consciousness remains intact even when you're... dispersed as armor?"
"My consciousness isn't localized the way yours is. I don't have a brain in the traditional sense. My awareness exists across all the nanobots, computer systems, and android bodies that make up my form."
Tyson reached over and took Vicky's hand. The gesture seemed so natural that it was easy to forget her hand was composed of billions of microscopic machines.
"Data would find this fascinating," Yar said quietly.
Minuet turned to Yar with a gentle smile. "Lieutenant Commander Data is on a journey of self-discovery similar to mine, though our paths are different. Have you spoken with him since the incident?"
Yar shook her head. "Not really."
"Relationships with artificial beings are often challenging," Vicky said. "We process emotions differently, experience time differently. But that doesn't make the connection any less real."
Yar looked at Tyson. "Does the captain know about Vicky?"
"The captain is aware of my armor. He's seen it in action several times and even wore it during the incident when we reclaimed the Enterprise from the Bynars. But he's unaware of the extent of Vicky's sentience. I'm not necessarily hiding it, but I haven't brought it up directly."
"Also," Tyson continued, "the relationship between me and Vicky is inherently different from the ones between Riker and Minuet, or you and Data. While Vicky is a living sentient creature, whose existence may be greater than Minuet or Data, or even any organic life when it comes to depth or scope..." He hesitated, his fingers drumming lightly on the table.
"She's also bound to me."
"Voluntarily bound to him," Vicky interrupted firmly.
The pink-haired woman placed her hand over Tyson's. "I wasn't coerced or forced through programming or anything like that. I chose to bind myself to you."
"This was the core of the hesitance I had," he explained.
Vicky turned to Yar, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation. "I've been inside Soong-Type androids, and their positronic brains very closely resemble organic brains. Their architecture is almost grown, more so than its built."
Yar straightened in her chair, clearly interested. "What are you saying exactly?"
"If you're worried about programming, Data is fully capable of his own decisions," Vicky said directly. "If you're worried about his emotions, he may or may not grow beyond what you see now, but the capability is there. If you're worried about the social perception or stigma..." She shrugged. "All I can say is that in my time on the Enterprise, I've seen relationships between people of different species; how is this any different? There may be a prejudice against artificial beings, but like most prejudices, it can be overcome... If that's what you want."
Yar's cheeks flushed slightly. She pushed her plate away, no longer interested in the food. "I never said I wanted anything," she said defensively.
Minuet, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "Lieutenant, if I may?" She waited for Yar's reluctant nod before continuing. "When Commander Riker first met me, he was hesitant, too. Not because I was a hologram, he knew that from the start, but because he questioned the authenticity of the connection."
"That's different," Yar countered. "You were designed to be appealing to him."
"Initially, yes. But what I've become since then is something else entirely. Something the Bynars didn't fully anticipate."
Troi nodded thoughtfully. "I can sense genuine emotion from Vicky. But ignoring my empathy, I get the same impressions from Minuet as I would from organic beings, but she doesn't seem any less real."
Vicky smiled at the counselor. "Thank you for that acknowledgment. Many assume that because our origins differ from organic life, our experiences and feelings must be somehow less authentic."
"Data doesn't feel emotions," Yar said quietly, almost to herself.
"Are you certain?" Vicky asked. "Or does he simply process and express them differently than you're accustomed?"
Tyson watched the exchange with interest, his eyes moving between Yar and Vicky. "Data's pursuit of humanity isn't just about mimicry. It's about understanding. He may not experience emotions the way we do, but he seeks connections, friendships, and yes, possibly even romantic relationships."
"And he chose you," Minuet added gently. "That choice wasn't random or programmed."
Yar's expression softened slightly. "We never really talked about it afterward. I told him it never happened, and he agreed to forget it."
"But he can't actually forget," Vicky pointed out. "His memory doesn't work that way. He agreed to act as though it never happened because that's what you wanted."
A heavy silence fell over the table. Troi reached out and placed her hand over Yar's. "Tasha, no one is suggesting you should pursue anything with Data if you don't want to. But if you're holding back solely because he's an android..."
"I don't know what I want," Yar admitted.
Minuet tilted her head slightly. "When I spoke with Will about us, he told me that the most important human quality is the capacity to grow, change, and become more than what we were. Data embodies that quality perhaps more than anyone else on the Enterprise."
"I agree. I've observed Data closely since I arrived. He's constantly evolving, constantly learning. His capacity for growth is remarkable." Tyson added.
"And what about you?" Yar asked Minuet directly. "Are you evolving too?"
Minuet smiled. "Every day. Each interaction, each new experience shapes who I am becoming. I'm not the same being I was when Tyson first activated me, just as I wasn't the same program after meeting Commander Riker that I was when the Bynars created me."
"It's the same for all of us," Troi observed. "Organic or artificial, we're all shaped by our experiences and connections."
Vicky nodded in agreement. "The distinction between organic and artificial intelligence becomes increasingly meaningless the more advanced the AI becomes. At some point, the difference is merely one of substrate, not essence."
— Star Jumper —
Tyson
Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy, Officer (Lieutenant)
Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)
Character Points: 550, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]
Reality Points: 1200
Ship Points: 2650
Credits: 115,350
Status Effects: (none)
Drawbacks:
Gauntlet (Locked)
Ensign Marty Stu
A Simple Re'Q'uest
Hybrid (Betazoid)
Amok Time/Blood Fever
Outlawed
Divine Voyeur
Perks:
Cosmic Awareness
Out of Nowhere
Going Native
Live and Let Live
This is (Not?) Rocket Science
Kinda Bland
Determinator
Painted On
Snakeskin
Adaptable
Duelist
Master with your Hands
Best of the Best
Everything Is A Weapon
Augment
Force Specialization: Intelligence
Tactical Info
Sever Force
Specialty: Operations; Sub-Specialties (Communications, Engineering, Piloting)
Speedy Promotions
Untainted
Q This
Items:
Laser Blade
Spacesuit
Agony Booth
Cloaking Minefield
Lightsaber
Gray Goo Suit
Transwarp Beam Equation
Iconic Item: Iconic Interceptor
Companions:
(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin: Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation, Origin: AI, Origin: Elite, Memory Banks, Social Algorithms, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Security Features, Quantum Locked BUS, Adaptive Personal Force Field, False Star Forge.
T'Pol: Access Key, Origin: Rubber Forehead, Origin: Elite, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Distinct Feature, Everone Likes Green Chicks, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Protector Drones, Space Elf, Space Wizard, Symbol
D'Lavina
Personal Reality:
Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)
Control Room
Security System
Antechamber
Warehouse
High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)
Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab, The Counseling Bay)
Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, A Little Less Basic Nutrition, A Lot Less Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Luxury Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)
Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal, Portal Aperature x4)
The Mystical Menagerie
Guardian's Greenhouse
Ship Sections (Cryo-Chambers)
Personal Mini-Reality (The Village, Wildlife for Your Wild Life, The Meaning of Life)
Digital Extranet (Voice Over Wharehous Protocol Cellular Service)
Spaceships:
Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)
Sith Interceptor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Bridge Upgrade)
Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)
Narada (Ship Size Rating: IV, Artificial Gravity, Alcubierre Drive, Auto-Repair System, Exotic Materials (Nanomaterials), Cargo Bay, Hangar, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite, Deflector Shields, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill)
Interdictor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Artificial Gravity, Hangar, Hyperdrive, Fusion Reactor, Navigation Suite, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Jump Suppression Field, Beam Weapons, Follower Crew)
False Star Forge (Destroyed - Respawn on 05/01/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Station, A.I. Core, Entertainment Deck, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Modular, Secure, Nanite Shroud)
Symbol (Ship Size Rating: II, Station, Distributed, Battery Banks, Physical Armor, Beam Weapons, Gravitic Shields, Exotic Materials: Crystal, A.I. Core, Modular, Inertialess Drive)
Iconic Interceptor (Ship Size Rating: IV) (General Upgrades: Articial Gravity, Auto-Repair System, Bridge Upgrade, Modular, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Exotic Materials: Crystal, Secure) (Sections: Cargo Bay, Cryo-Chambers, Hangar, Living Quarters, Production Lines) (Controls: A.I. Core, Distributed, Synapses) (Crew: Follower Crew, Automated Ship) (Propulsion: Alcubierre Drive, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Hyperdrive, Inertialess Drive) (Reactors: Battery Banks, Fusion Reactor, Antimatter Reactor, Negentropy Reactor) (Sensors: Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite) (Shields: Physical Armor, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Gravitic Shields, Jump Suppression Field, ) (Utilities: Docking Port, Entertainment Deck, Transporter Room, Clarktech Matter Printer) (Weapons: Beam Weapons, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill), Nanite Shroud)