Title of Role Playing Game: Star Trek Pretoria
USS Pretoria is an Eclipse class starship, set ten years after Nemesis. We explore uncharted territory when we are not out on a
science mission, escort freighters and important vessels, often sent on anti-smuggling
activities. Otherwise we might be patrolling and guarding a small section the western border of the UFP in the Alpha Quadrant.
For the last five years we have been probing unexplored space, seeking the wonders of the galaxy and its well guarded secrets. Not its not
always safe here, not even in Federation territory, we have to keep a wary eye on the Orion Syndicate, Circle Daybreak, the Gorn and
enigmatic Grigiri. Together her commanders have cheated death, and their crews have celebrated life ..... This is her ongoing voyages,
and her fantastic adventures.
Season 7 starts in November 2006.
Other information: Everyone is to post at least once a week, hopefully two posts per week.
We play by Bulletin Board, which is similar to PBEM. Typically posts are 75 to 150 words long. Sometimes less than 75 words or well over 150.
Current crew
Main Villian: Angel (joined Oct. 2003)
CO - Capt. Rakurai Stryker (joined Oct. 2000)
XO - Lt.-Cmdr. Liz Archer (joined Oct. 2003)
CMO - Lt. Karen Coleridge (joined Nov. 2003)
Counselor - Lt. Kathryn Delore, PhD (joined Oct. 2003)
Security - Lt. Kyruzix (joined July 2004)
Tactical - Ens. Terry Byrne (joined March 2006)
Diplomat: Ambassador Seb'Erl
Science officer: S'Lara (joined March 2005)
Science officer: Sylari (joined Nov. 2006)
Chief Engineer - Lt. Alister Maxwell
Wanted: Civilians and Guest Stars
Hope we soon you drop by, or better still, join us.
STAR TREK: PRETORIA
HOMEPAGE
http://www.fsgsims.com/startrek-pretoria
PBEM
http://www.starfleet-ssf.com/helix/index.php?showforum=62
Who to Contact: Scotty
[email protected]
An excerpt from Season 4, episode 8 "Icons" (written by Saffyrdrache)
Somewhere, across the distances of temporal time and space, a form not made of dimensional matter, but of power, energy and wisdom beyond eons, rises from the bliss of another universe, sensing a struggle not to have been.
She feels these fragile lifeforms perishing, being restored only to be destroyed again. And her powerful daughter using all her blossoming energies to revive and restore order to the chaos caused by her capricious sister. 'This must end.' The great mother of the universe speaks to herself. Nagaia has arisen.
Aboard the starship Pretoria, a surreal tabeau of life following death, destruction usurping order, confusion and racing orders on top of orders, and Captain Stryker trying to control what seems uncontrolable, the impossible events spinning without understanding or explaination. Stryker is at his wit's limit. Gritting his teeth against this madness, he orders final emergency escape protocols and hopes there will be a crew left to be saved and rescued.
Outside the Pretoria, a cloud of escaping atmosphere and ship's debris marks the spot that Malakah is hurdling herself through the guts of the ship, destroying all that she comes against. And within the Pretoria is Laida, a glowing iridescence of incandescent power, striving to undo her vile sister's evil second by second. There is not one scream of agony or death that is unknown to her, she hears and feels them all. And also her friend, Stryker, being torn into near madness as he tries to order his crew and stay alive, trying to save all their lives.
Suddenly, a loud alarm explodes from the ship's speakers, "Warning. Core breach imminent. Catastrophic failure in 60 seconds."
"NO!" Screams Laida, willing all her energies to stem this final insult to the Pretoria. Raging in anger and energies beyond any
instrumentation's ability to record, she sends her strength into the heart of the warp core, trying desperately to stop the explosion.
Suddenly, from behind Laida, the bulkheads and consoles erupt from their positions in a fury of shrapnel, Malakah has found her
nemesis.
"Dear sister! You are a fool! You waste yourself saving these worthless mites!"
Laida turns quickly to defend herself from Malakah's blind attack, but she is too late.
"DIE sister! Your time has ended!"
From the bridge, an explosive force rocks the deck plating, people thrown to the floor in hard collisions. Loose equipment begins to rock loose and hurdle free, injuring many who try to dodge and remain at their stations.
Stryker recovers from his fall, rolling to his side, barely missing the conduit paneling that had just exploded in a fury of plasma behind him. Suddenly, an even harder shockwave rocks the Pretoria, fires are ripping through the bridge as though it were soaked in fuel, smoke and lethal gasses are filling the Bridge choking air from lungs and blinding those who remain.
A sinister sound is clearly heard to all who survive upon the Bridge; the hull is breaching at the foredeck, a visible crack for now, but Stryker knows the ominous hissing is but a taste of the hell yet to come. Cursing in Edenian, trying to make contact to the rest of the ship and failing, he suddenly
realizes the fire suppression system is inoperative. The bridge's atmosphere is forcibly escaping, and he knows it will blow loose in seconds. He tries to move away from the heat and flames, trying to make his way to the turbolift. He stops to juggle a fallen ensign into his arms who seems
unconscious, and is relieved to see he is still breathing. "Alice?" he screams above the havoc and noise, but she does not respond.
Then blinded and choking, his mind reeling, he suddenly feels a consuming, wrenching pang of agony in his stomach, stabbing him with very real pain. He falls to his knees. Somehow he knows that the last explosion has killed Alice. He screams for his wife, baring his teeth to the forces destroying all he holds dear, "My HEART!!" Stryker hangs onto a burning console, pulling himself up and screams from the depths of his soul, agony ripping him to shreds. He is shaking and screaming Alice's name, not caring that his body is being consumed in raw radiation and plasma flames.
Infront of him, the breach can bear the structural stresses of escaping air no more. With one deafening, cracking scream of hullmetal, the bridge is thrust into the void of space.
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