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Today is the 8th anniversary of my hysterectomy to save my life from uterine cancer. It is a bittersweet day. We were trying to have a baby when I got diagnosed, so I tried fertility sparing treatment twice. The second time was after I suffered a recurrence. All my efforts got us were the heartbreaking experiences of IVF losses and one miscarriage. When it was clear to me my second round wasn’t working, I decided it was time to stop and save my life. We had endured so much loss and I was no longer willing to put my husband at risk of losing me too anymore. It was the right decision, because my cancer had continued to progress despite treatment. Not being able to have living children has been harder to heal from than the cancer itself. Despite what cancer has stolen from us, I am grateful to be alive, healthy, and building a plan B life.
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Second Mission: The Delivery (Part 3.2 - Bad Company) #Amalgaverse
Kirk doesn’t wait for the mystery ship to arrive. He has teams take up positions at key points on the ship. Kirk, Sheppard, Carter, and O’Neill each lead a team. On emergency power, there’s no internal sensor grid to track intruders, so every team will be fighting blind.
The guests, meanwhile, have been confined to the guest deck. Zax does not take it well: “Am I to hide in a cupboard like a lily-livered shag-bag while these blackguards hunt me like a stag?”
“Yep, pretty much,”says Sheppard.
Then the mystery ship drops out of warp. Dark and angular, it glides over the dead Enterprise and settles above her saucer, hovering like a hawk over its prey.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then, all across the Enterprise, the air begins to shimmer.
Columns of cold white light flare to life in darkened corridors, in an empty Ten Forward. From the columns step a squad of five soldiers, identical in matte grey armor and featureless masks, rifles already raised. They move in silence, as a single unit.
O’Neill’s team is the first to engage. Phaser beams splash harmlessly off the soldiers’ armor
O’Neill opens up with his P-90, and the bullet’s punch straight through. Two soldiers drop, and the other falls back.
“Good old bullets,”says O’Neill. “They never go out of style.”
Data reports. The beacon isn’t only calling these mercs in. It’s guiding their transporters. As long as it’s active, they can keep beaming in more squads, and the moment they find Zax, they can beam him straight out.
The mercs have the numbers, and there aren’t enough hands to do everything.
What do you do?
A) Hunt down the beacon. Send a team to find it and kill it. It’s the only way to stop the reinforcements and keep Zax from being beamed away, but it pulls people out of a fight.
B) Fall back and protect the guests. Pull every team back to the guest deck and turn it into a fortress. If the mercs can’t reach Zax, they can’t take him. But it hands them the rest of the ship.
C) Take the fight to them. Use the Jefferies tubes and service crawlways to pick off the squads one at a time. It could break them before they regroup, but it leaves the guests with almost no protection.
Choose!
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We have been sabotaged. What should we do? Join in and help defend the Enterprise D. #amalgaverse
You're aboard the Enterprise setting a trap for the traitor in your ranks. Join the stakeout!
Second Mission: The Delivery (Part 3.1 - The Stakeout) #Amalgaverse
Captain’s Log , supplemental: Mr. Scott has repaired the warp coils, and the Enterprise is back at full warp. We’re behind schedule but still within the window for delivery. Our passengers have been told we’re out of danger. That isn’t entirely true. Logs recovered from the cruiser’s utility drone confirm that its engines were deliberately sabotaged, and whoever did it is now a guest aboard my ship. Tonight we’ve set a trap, with the drone as bait. If our saboteur wants to keep their secret, they’ll have to come for him. And we’ll be waiting.
Kirk has reassured his guests that the repairs are complete and the delivery is on schedule. He adds, in passing, that Carter and Data are working on Dunsel. Curiously, the drone’s memory stores were wiped, but they’re confident they can fully restore them by morning.
Dunsel is parked in the science lab for the night, apparently unguarded. In reality, crew members are lying in wait while others monitor the lab on a hidden feed.
Hours pass. Nobody comes. Internal sensors show all four guests in their quarters the entire night.
Then, the warp core goes offline. The Enterprise drops out of warp and the ship goes dark except for emergency lighting and life support.
Scotty reports that the core is intact, but something has knocked it out, and he can’t tell what. On the bridge, Data picks up a subspace signal coming from somewhere inside the ship: a beacon, broadcasting the Enterprise’s position. Then long-range sensors show a ship approaching at high warp.
The trap was set for the mole, but the mole had other plans.
The mystery ship will arrive in minutes, and there aren’t enough hands to do everything.
What do you do?
A) Locate the beacon. Silence it before the mystery ship can lock on to the Enterprise’s position. It’s somewhere aboard, and the search will pull crew away from defending the ship.
B) Prepare to repel boarders. Place armed teams at key points and a guard on Zax. The ship will be ready for a fight, but the beacon keeps transmitting its signal.
C) Hit them first. Load a strike team onto the puddle jumper and board the mystery ship before its crew can board yours. It could end the threat before it starts, but it sends your best fighters off the Enterprise, leaving you at a clear disadvantage if you are boarded.
Choose!
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We have a saboteur onboard. Do we risk Dunsel to catch them? Join the adventure. #Amalgaverse
Second Mission: The Delivery (Part 2.5 – Persons of Interest) #Amalgaverse
With all hands sheltered in the shielded core, the baryon sweep rolls across the Enterprise, a red glow moving section by section from the nacelles to the engineering hull, then finally up and over the saucer. The subspace organisms burn and flake away into space, and the hull comes up clean.
But the sweep has scorched the warp coils. “Cooked,”says Scotty, “like a Burns Night haggis.” He starts repairs while the Enterprise limps on through the corridor at reduced warp. The margin on Zax’s delivery is shrinking by the hour.
With the ship out of danger for the moment, the crew turns its attention to the passengers.
Thor volunteers to ask Zax what makes him worth all this trouble. Zax is delighted to tell him, launching into a series of personal reflections that provide absolutely no insight into his current circumstances but paint an excruciatingly detailed portrait of his childhood on Rigel and his strong opinions on Andorian theater. Two hours in, Thor raises a hand and says: “Stop talking.” Zax falls silent, mid-sentence. “Thank you,”says Thor. He leaves, later reporting: “I learned nothing. Except that Andorian theater is apparently very derivative.”
Aeryn Sun takes a seat across from Lucinda in Ten Forward and attempts to engage her in conversation. But Lucinda neither confirms nor denies anything, and politely turns every question back on Aeryn.
“She never sits with her back to the door,”notes Aeryn, “and always keeps her right hand free. Clocks anyone who comes within three metras of her. She’s ex-military. I’d know.”
Daniel shares a meal with Milo, expecting small talk, and ends up deep in a debate about the Ancients.
“He made a couple of great points about ascension I’d never even considered,”marvels Daniel. “And I’ve actually ascended!”
G’Kar, no stranger to diplomats, finds Robespierre happy to discuss his distinguished career, including the three promotions he was unfairly denied. Every question about the mission, however, meets a polite and immovable wall.
“He reminds me of a Centauri I know,”says G’Kar. “All smiles, and a vault of secrets behind them.”
Then Carter calls you to engineering. She and Data have been piecing together data recovered from Dunsel, who trundles nearby, cheerfully greeting the same wall panel for the third time.
When the cruiser’s engines failed, Dunsel apparently ran a diagnostic and logged his findings before anyone could stop him. The failure was no accident. Someone sabotaged the engines and forced the cruiser out of warp, which is how the mercs knew exactly where to find it. Then they tried to bury the evidence by wiping Dunsel’s memory stores. The wipe damaged his neural network, which explains his odd behavior.
Someone aboard that cruiser sabotaged their own ship. And that someone is now aboard the Enterprise.
What do you do first?
A) Search the guest quarters. Fast and direct, but a careful mole will have hidden anything worth finding, and you’ll have tipped your hand. Also, a diplomat’s quarters are off limits, and Robespierre will make sure Starfleet hears about it.
B) Request background checks from Starfleet Command. They’ll be thorough but slow, and the answers may not arrive before the delivery.
C) Surreptitiously question them about their whereabouts in the hour the cruiser was sabotaged, but don't tip your hand.
D) Confront them. Gather all four passengers, announce there’s a saboteur among them, and watch how each one reacts. It might shake something loose, or it might drive the mole to ground.
E) Use Dunsel as bait. Let word slip that his memory can be fully restored, and watch who comes for him. It could catch the mole in the act, but Dunsel may not survive a second attempt.
Choose!
[END OF ACT TWO]
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WHO WILL LOVE THEM WHEN I'M GONE?
by Michael Whelan
Five Little Lives. One Enormous Fear.
Next week, my family is coming to visit. All seven of them.
Not for a birthday. Not for a holiday. Not to celebrate some wonderful milestone.
They're coming partly to check on a 70-year-old Job. A man who has endured more than his share of life's cruelty, but also to discuss something families seldom know how to approach.
My mortality.
The paperwork. The few possessions. The unfinished business of a life that will eventually end. Sooner than later is my guess.
There's something profoundly surreal about sitting in your own living room, discussing a world in which you no longer exist.
Who gets what? What happens to the house? Where do the books, photographs, and accumulated memories of seventy years go? I've already put all of my writings in a large 3 ring binder. The family can do with it what they wish.
But none of those questions keeps me awake at night.
Five little heartbeats do.
Bambi. Bella. Winston. Penny. Peanut.
My family. My responsibility. My reasons for getting out of bed on mornings when grief makes even breathing feel exhausting.
When Rebecca died, these beautiful creatures inherited something they never asked for: the responsibility of keeping a brokenhearted man connected to the living. They became my companions in a house suddenly overflowing with silence. They watched me cry. They slept beside my sorrow. And without ever speaking a word, they reminded me that love hadn't completely abandoned this house.
They don't understand trusts, estate planning, or mortality. They understand breakfast. Familiar footsteps. A gentle hand. The reassuring sound of someone coming home.A treat before bedtime.
They understand love without knowing its terrifying impermanence.
And therein lies my greatest fear.
What happens when the door doesn't open?
When their bowls remain empty? When familiar footsteps disappear? When five bewildered souls search for someone who will never return?
I've survived cancer, watched people I adored die, and buried the woman who made my life worth living.
Yet nothing frightens me quite like the possibility of leaving these innocent creatures unprotected.
We spend our lives accumulating things, believing they constitute our legacy.
Perhaps we've misunderstood inheritance entirely.
Maybe the greatest thing we leave behind isn't what we owned.
It's what we loved.
And whether someone will love them when I cannot.
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Over a cup of Earl Grey tea Garak got the info from Algernon. Now, what to do about the energy eating organisms. Help choose. #amalgaverse
Second Mission: The Delivery (Part 2.4 – Hitchhikers) #Amalgaverse
Garak enters the briefing room carrying two cups of tea, Early Grey, hot, and takes a seat across from its sole other occupant, Algernon. Garak smiles amiably and notes: “Forgive me, I’m a tailor by trade and can’t help but notice. That armor is magnificent. Hand-riveted and fitted to the man. I do admire a gentleman of refinement, especially one who’s had to make his way in a rough trade.”
“Kind of you to say,”replies the burly merc. “It has served me well in my travails through the Hadrion Sector.” Then, dropping the pleasantries: “If you’re here to repeat the Captain’s terms, I’m afraid my answer hasn’t changed.”
“Oh, I’m not here on the Captain’s behalf,”Garak informs him. “I’m here on yours. Your employer will, no doubt, soon be wondering what you’ve told us.”
Algernon is unfazed by the subtle threat: “Men in our trade are arrested every other week, old chap. Starfleet can announce we’ve sung like Vaborian string birds, and no one worth fearing will believe a word of it.”
“From Starfleet, certainly not,”agrees Garak. Then, leaning in conspiratorially: “But scurrilous rumors of that sort have a way of finding the whisper network of underground back channels. THOSE command the proper attention.”
Algernon’s eyes narrow: “And you claim to have such contacts?”
Garak throws his hands up in mock surrender and sits back, all smiles. “Of course not. I’m just plain, simple Garak. A humble tailor.”
Algernon relaxes. A beat.
Then Garak, as if struck by a thought: “Speaking of which, when you inevitably make your way back to the Hadrion Sector, give my regards to Glaxnor the Miscreant.”
Algernon shifts uncomfortably in his tiny chair. “Glaxnor? You know Glaxnor?”
“Only professionally. I made him a coat of Betazoid silk last season. He was thrilled with the results.” A knowing smile. “Please, do tell him I asked after him.”
Algernon considers. Then talks. He reveals that he and Mira were hired through a faceless go-between, but the payment came from a Klingon Great House. He lowers his voice: “Our employer was most insistent that this Harven Zax be taken alive. He’s carrying something of theirs, you see. A secret worth a war. And before they kill him, they mean to learn who else he’s shared it with.”
He adds that they were given the coordinates of the cruiser transporting Zax, only to drop out of warp far too close to a black hole, which is where the Enterprise found them. Garak finds this odd. The cruiser’s engines failed without warning. So how did anyone know where to find it?
Meanwhile, on the bridge, Kirk is awaiting an update from Garak when, suddenly, the ship shudders. Scotty flags an energy drain which Data traces to the nacelles.
Data uses the hull sensors to build a composite image of the ship’s exterior, revealing:
Both nacelles crusted with glittering green growth, creeping down the pylons and across the engineering hull, climbing the neck towards the saucer. Whatever it is, it’s alive. And growing.
Data finds a match in an old Vulcan survey entry: subspace organisms that feed on warp fields.
Unfortunately, the entry offers no solution. The survey crew documented the infestation as it consumed their ship, but never found a way to stop it. Their log was recovered by a salvage crew that found the ship adrift and drained of all power, the organisms long gone.
How do you deal with them?
A) Starve them. Drop out of warp and let the nacelles go cold. It will cost hours the Enterprise can’t spare, and nobody knows how long these things can last without feeding.
B) Burn them off. Rig the ship to hit her own nacelles with a baryon sweep. It could strip them clean, but the sweep might also damage the warp coils the ship needs to deliver Zax on time.
C) Flush them off. Vent warp plasma through the nacelles and blast them loose. The ship will lose plasma it needs to stay at speed, and the trail it leaves will lead anyone hunting Zax straight to the Enterprise.
Choose!
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