Well several of you are already aware this, and for those who are not, after discussing the issues about the Aylhr to the Beta Commander I have come to the conclusion that an exclusively Romulan sim is difficult considering the state of Trek and UCIP as a whole. 

But fear not loyal Rihannsu!  I have come up with a solution.  The Aylhr will now become Astate Colony – which is basically a contested planet in the neutral zone inhabited by Romulan and Federation settlers.  Those who I have spoken to about the change were very keen on it, so after speaking to the Division Commander and Fleet Commanders I decided to go ahead with it.

Mainly the change is being done to help recruiting and retention issues (like me getting an XO) however there are also other issues for the change that are mentioned below.

This is the basic premise:

Astate or Ahuian [Wilderness] as the Romulans call it is a class M planet located within the Neutral Zone.  It was first colonized in 2376 by Romulan settlers and then Federation colonist arrived a year later.  For decades the two sides did not interact, but as the populations grew, conflict between the two sides occurred over territory on the planet.

Recently, the conflict between the two sides threatened to spill over into surrounding systems and throw the neutral zone into chaos.  Because of this, both the Federation, and Romulan Governments decided to intervene to keep the situation from escalating further.  Coming into mutual agreement the Federation established a Starfleet outpost on the planet and the Romulan Empire established a Star Navy outpost.  Both governments have begun disarming the local populations in an effort to find a peaceful solution to the conflict before it draws both of them into a full scale war.

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What this means is that we’ll have an easier time interacting with the rest of Beta Fleet as a whole, and it offers more logging possibilities for the crew.  I’ll list those below.  Also the Aylhr is assigned to the planet, so it’s not disappearing.  It’ll be used whenever the crew is required to be elsewhere.

For Engineers they will spend a lot of time working on the construction and maintenance of the Galae facilities on the planet.

Security Personnel and Gai’Shian will be busy monitoring the local populations, disarming them, and so on.

Science Personnel have an entire planet to investigate and create weird shit.

Medical Officers will have the same roles, but more people…

For Political Officers this is perfect time to test the loyalty of a CO who works so closely to Starfleet, every decision can be questioned.

Also this will provide a lot of opportunities for SF and Romulans to interact, also you are able to create a SF character or use one you already have if you are interested.  But you can only hold one chief position for either side.

Now my blunt side.  Some of you have told me you have issues logging on a ship, that aside from action scenarios you can't think of things to do.  Okay, i've tried to rectify that but it seems that my attempts have all failed.  For those who are unfamiliar with Romulan simming it can be difficult, this will ease it.  Being on a planet offers a HOST, and I mean a HOST of things your characters can do.  The situation is perfect for every department to have something or even create something (which is difficult on a vessel sometimes).  I mean this write up is a gold mine, especially for character development.  You'll be free to create NPCs, whether they be Romulan Settlers, Other Romulan Personnel, Federation Colonists, whatever, i've done this to offer everyone oppertunities to write whatever they are comfortable with.  Whether or not some you do is another thing entirely.  Also this means that I won't be keeping freeloaders on the roster.  If you don't at least spit 1 log out per week as required, well you are the weakest link, good bye! ;)

Every crewmember has been transferred to the new lists astate@... & astate-ooc@... - The new website is http://www.ucip.org/astate - at the end of the month the Aylhr list will be deactivated.  If you are an observer and would like to be added to the new list please email astate-command@....  Also use that email address if you are a current crewmember and would like to be removed.  I'll be linking it to the RSE-Senate list later today.  I'm going to shift the plot so Aylhr gets shafted to that planet by some occurance.

-Thomas

=\/= Tomika =\/=

[Rhi’Galae Command Fortress]

“We lost contact with our listening outpost in the Tegalash system, a massive ion storm in the system is the main culprit.  The RIS Hlai'hwy was sent to investigate but has...” t’Hnea paused looking at the painting of her young son on the far wall “has also disappeared.”

“I see.”  Shiarrael appeared all too disinterested as she fiddled with a rubik’s cube while sprawled out on the large couch in t’Hnea’s office “humans create such annoying things.”  She finally looked up at the fellow Ael’Riov “I assume you are telling me this because you want the Aylhr to investigate both disappearances?”

“Disappearance?”  The Tal’Diann legate who sat in a char adjacent to Shiarrael frowned at her “they have not disappeared Ael’Riov t’Rehu, they are somewhere within that ion storm.”

“Are you certain of that tr’Keneck?”  Sitting up Shiarrael set the rubik’s cube back onto t’Hnea’s desk and stared at the legate.  “For all we know the outpost could have been destroyed and the RIS Hlai'hwy along with it.  You don’t know where they are at, by all true purposes, they have disappeared.  Unless you can give me an exact location of either to make this mission simpler, then do not attempt to correct me.”

“By all respects t’Rehu, you should consider the-“

“Enough, tr’Keneck you may leave.  I believe we have been briefed on the intricacies well enough.”  T’Hnea motioned to the door.

“Very well Ael’Riov.”  Standing up tr’Keneck bowed to both woman and departed the room.

“Your act is as abrasive as usual Shia.”  T’Hnea massaged her temples “my son serves on the RIS Hlai'hwy, did you know that?  This distresses me more then it should, the Aylhr is the only ship in the region that has the communication system necessary to remain in contact through the storm.”

Shiarrael’s coy smile softened into a sympathetic one “Do not fret Lyna, we will find your son and the ship he serves.  Tegalash is located on the Klingon border is it not?”

“It is.” She sighed “The Klingons have their own issues; I do not believe they will bother with this.”

“But…”  Shiarrael picked up the ISD containing the strategic map of the system her fingers tracing the intricate border on the screen “the Ion storm will pass into Klingon space within the hour.  Are you certain they will not attempt to investigate?”

“I am not.”

=\/=

Ael’Riov Shiarrael t’Rehu

Leih, RIS Aylhr

=\/= RIS Aylhr =\/=

“Hmm, the engine output seems nominal; singularity creation rate is within normal perimeters.”  The young technician sighed and leaned against the console “what do you think?”

“Why are you asking me Pek?  You’re the one who was trained in that area; I’m just a simple electrical technician.”  Tr’Winpen frowned and picked up one of the circuits he had removed earlier “this damn thing is getting very old.”

“Getting?” tr’Pek winced “it already is old.  This ship was the prototype after all, sure maybe they’ve upgraded it some, but they don’t make things that last too long.”

“Long enough if you replace the parts regularly!” Tr’Winpen snickered and put the circuit back into the large tool box “so Pek, what do you think of this new Leih?  I hear she’s a bit out there.”

“No, be careful what you say Winpen, she already put the last Daise’Paectum in sickbay, hearing a lowly tech say that and she might kill you.”  Pek looked over his back and then leaned in close to Winpen “but if you must know…I hear she killed her last crew.”  Pulling back he shivered “or at least that is what they say.”

“Do you really believe that Pek?”

“I don’t know what to believe, but at least it’s interesting.  By the way, did you hear about the new Paectum?”

“Hmm, yes, a little bit from what the others were saying.  She’s not fully Rihannsu?  At least that is what THEY said.  I don’t know how they learn all this stuff.”  Winpen slapped the cover of the tool box closed “something about being part bug.”

“Bug?” Pek didn’t seem to believe it “how can you be part bug?  Is she Torhei?”

“Noo!  Don’t speak that name out loud.”  Winpen smacked Pek on the shoulder “they say if you speak ‘their’ name they will return.”

Sighing Pek stood up “you’re beyond gullible Winpen.  Bug my ass.”

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2 Engineering Technicians, a.p.b. Thomas

<<Short log to get us going, I have a ton I am retyping, due to real life stuff I’ll be getting those out as soon as I can manage>>

=\/= RIS Aylhr =\/=

[Oira]

The sound of a busy Oira greeted Shiarrael on her return; the scene brought a satisfied smirk onto her face.  “Status?” her eyes locked on the second officer, Maelis t’Galis, who looked up from a free console “Are we ready to depart Galis?” Shiarrael asked.

Galis swallowed and nodded “Yes, the ship is prepared for departure, however a few crewmembers have not returned to the vessel.”

“Who?” Shiarrael’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward.  “No matter, have them imprisoned until our return.”  It was very bothersome when crewmembers found it necessary to delay the entire ship; she wouldn’t have it.

“Yes, Rekkhai.”  Galis stood up and walked next to the command throne.  “All stations are ready for departure.”

“Good, very good.”  Adjusting her posture Shiarrael leaned back “inform the station that we are leaving, disconnect all power relays and seal the airlocks.”  The viewer filled with life as dozens of small work vessels scuttled past the Aylhr and back to Hama.  A thin veil of exposed atmosphere flowed past as the airlocks disconnected and sealed.

“Engines are operating on their own power.”

Shiarrael pulled out the ISD with the Aylhr’s mission order and rotated the device in her hand.  Turning her attention to the viewer she stood up “break away from Hama, bring us about, and set a course for the Klingon border.”

With that order the Aylhr spun away from Tomika and entered warp.  Shiarrael knew this would be an interesting shakedown mission for the crew.

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Shiarrael t’Rehu

Leih, RIS Aylhr

<<The Following is an Excerpt from the book "The Romulan Way" >>

"I AM A Vulcan, bred to peace," said S'task long ago to the alien captor who asked him for his name and rank; and many a Vulcan has quoted him over the years since, ignoring both the fierce irony inherent in what S'task did to his captors while escaping them, and the pun on the poet's name. Or perhaps they are not ignoring either. The Vulcans are not so much a taciturn race as they have been painted, but a reserved one; their rich mindlife demands a privacy that less espertalented species find suspect, and their altruism is based on that firmest of foundations, necessity. The declaration is not just a statement of preference, but a description of what has become necessary for them to survive as a species and as individuals.

 It was not always this way. So much scholarship, drama, and fiction has been written about pre-Reformation Vulcan society that it is unnecessary and perhaps useless to say much more about it. The images of a brutal and savage splendor spreading over a desert world, a fierce and lavish culture full of bizarre and secretive ceremony, wonders and horrors wrought by the unleashed and uncontrolled power of mind‑of blood sacrifices, massive battles, single and multiple combats on which kingdoms were staked, and (most often) of wild passions and doomed loves destroyed by mindlock, clan jealousies or mere ambition‑all these have sunk as deep into mass‑culture consciousness as the semi‑mythical Ten Lordships of the Andorian Thaha Dynasty, or the cowboys-­and‑Indians Old West of Earth. And this Vulcan has approximately the same relationship as those to historical reality: being careful, here, to mean history as "what truly came to pass" rather than history as "what historians believe probably occurred.”

 We do know that Vulcan was on the brink of economic, political, and perhaps moral disaster before the Reformation: and that within three generations after it the planet was almost completely recovered and stable and at peace with itself as few worlds have been before or since. Something plainly happened that mere history can barely account for. On other worlds, where aggression seems to have a much lighter grip or never quite took hold‑Duiya, for example, or Lahain‑one could easily accept the appearance and swift appeal of a Surak. In Vulcan's case, if we knew nothing of the truth, we might be tempted to take his story for a fiction as wild as any yet written. But there is Surak, and there is the Reformation, and ready to hand before us is the world that resulted. What happened?

Some writers have looked at the man's history‑of inflexible peace, utter compassion, a man who laid down his life for what he believed in, and died horribly, slain by the enemies he had been offering peace‑and have seen in it parallels to situations on other worlds, where powers from Outside have seemed to come and redeem the hopelessly fallen. On this subject and this outlook, the Vulcans are absolutely silent. They refuse to deal with anything but the facts: that Surak arose and taught peace, died for it, and was followed by hundreds and thousands who did the same, until the whole world renounced unmastered passion and gave itself over to that which English scholars of Vulcan (and the Vulcans themselves) translate as "logic" but which is more accurately defined as "reality‑truth." But Hirad and other commentators point out that "reality‑truth" in pre‑Reformation times also meant the presence of God, immanent in the real things of the world and therefore also in the workings of the reasoning mind. The only response the Vulcans have made on this has been T'Leia's rather dry observation that "reality truth" by either definition also includes error‑a thing all too real­-and all those who commit it.

 What the Vulcans also often decline to comment on is that the cool proud man who declared himself "bred to peace" is the same man who turned his back on Surak, his teacher, and on the world that had become Surak's: the man who led more than eighty thousand Vulcans out into the interstellar night in search of a place where they could practice their beliefs in what passed for peace among them. In a most unusual inversion, it was the old beliefs that went out hunting the new world: not persecuted, but gladly, angrily self‑exiled. The Eighty Thousand and S'task were the first Rihannsu.

 Less than eighteen thousand of them finally made planetfall on ch'Rihan: and their pride was sorely tested in the two thousand years between the Worldfall and the days when they arose again in their reinvented spacecraft to trouble both the fledgling Federation and its enemies. But arise they did: and since that time the Vulcans have looked in their direction with a terrible calm that some find most interesting. It may be true, as the doomed T'thusaih said, that neither race will be whole until they are reunited, and heal one another's wounds. But on this, too, the Vulcans have no comment, and the Rihannsu smile in scornful silence and sharpen their swords.

 There are some historians who say that the great rift that divided Vulcans into Vulcans and Romulans grew, not from any influence within the planetary societies, but from xenophobia following their first contact with other intelligent species. This is one of those theories that must be approached from both sides: On the one hand, why should Vulcans show xenic reaction to intelligent species? After all, Vulcan falls among the twenty percent of all known worlds that are inhabited by more than one intelligence. Contact from prehistoric times with the sehlats, and with the various intelligences of the deep sand, should have adequately prepared the Vulcans for the shock of sentience in non-hominid form.

 And their technology, that most elegant and effective combination of the physical and nonphysical sciences, was already turning toward starflight. By the time of Surak, the first landing on Vulcan's closest planetary neighbor was several centuries in the past, and mining expeditions to the other inner worlds of 40 Eridani were becoming, if not commonplace, at least not unusual. The thoughts of the whole planet were beginning to turn outward as philosophers and engineers postulated the likelihood of intelligent life forms living on other worlds. Vulcan science fiction of that period - couched in those favorite Vulcan literary forms, the epic poem and the serial syllogism ‑ is some of the best literature to be found on any world, and it fanned to a blaze a whole world's smoldering interest in the stars. By the time one small group of Terrans was building the pyramids, serious research was going on among Vulcans of all nations in the physics and the psi-technologies that would support generation ships on their journeys to the nearest stars, sixteen and thirty light-years away. Taken as a whole, this does not look much like xenophobia.

 But there is more than one kind of xenophobia. Vulcan historians naturally do not admit to shame or embarrassment about anything, but their relative reticence about the times before the unification of the planet makes their attitude toward those times quite plain. In the oldest Vulcan societies, where all life was a struggle for survival against a terrible desert ecology, one had no need to fear the stranger who came suddenly out of nowhere. It was your neighbor who continually competed with you for water, food, and shelter. It was your neighbor who was your enemy.

Vulcan hospitality was (and still is) legendary. Vulcan enmity toward neighboring tribes, states, and nations passed out of legend into epic; their wars escalated with time and technology to astonishing proportions. Between the dawn of Earth's Bronze Age at Catal Huyuk, around 10,000 B.C., and the fall of the Spartans at Thermopylae, there was only one period of ten standard years during which as much as ten percent of Vulcan was not at war. Without Surak the planet would probably not exist today except as a ragged band of radioactive asteroids in the second orbit out from 40 Eri. Even with him it did not survive whole.

 To do justice to another side of the xenophobia argument, it might be safe to say that the universe awaiting the Vulcans was not one they had ever imagined. It was ironic that the sudden beacon in their sky, the da'Nikhirch, or Eye of Fire, which stirred many Vulcans to even more intense interest in neighboring interstellar space, and which (some said) heralded the birth of Surak, was also to be the cause of such terrible anguish for the planet. No one has ever proved that it was a sunkiller bomb that made sigma‑1014 Orionis go nova, but the destruction of the hearthworld of the Inshai Compact planets certainly suited the expansionist aims of their old enemies in trade, the "nonaligned" planets of the southern Orion Congeries.

- Excerpt, The Romulan Way by Diane Duane

=\/= RIS Aylhr =\/=

[Oira (Bridge)]

Shiarrael stepped onto the busy Oira, her eyes locking onto the crew members present.  “I know you have ten hours of leave remaining” she approached her throne methodically as she spoke “however; due to unforeseen circumstances it had been cancelled.  Hope none of you are too disappointed?”  No one answered which brought a smile to her face.  “Good.”

Sitting down she adjusted to a comfortable seating posture before looking at the communications officer “Contact all personnel not onboard and inform them to return immediately.  Anyone who does not arrive before departure will be arrested on Tomika and imprisoned until we return.”

“Yes Rekkhai [Sir].”  The communication officer nodded and went to work.

That was how she liked it, no lip, only work.  Shiarrael’s fingers danced on the armrest as she watched the bridge officers’ do menial tasks.  After a few minutes she became bored and stood up “I will return in thirty minutes.  If an emergency arises contact me.”

[Aylhr’s Senior Mess]

The Chief Cook, Nahiel tr’Sorjal, was picking through the supplies when he heard the heavy footsteps outside the mess in the adjacent corridor.  Turning his head, he watched as the doors slid open, revealing the slim frame of the new Leih, t’Rehu.  “What do I owe the pleasure Leih?”

“Pleasure?”  Shiarrael smiled at that comment “not many would say such things about my presence.”  Her eyes scanned the cluttered room “I hope you find the supplies adequate?”

“More then I am used to.” Tr’Sorjal smiled and ran his hands through his graying hair flattening the ruffled strands.  “Forgive me for such a disheveled appearance, I have been very busy, and I-“

“No excuses necessary, a cook’s only duty is to ensure the satisfaction of his Leih, and as long as I am satisfied you have nothing to apologize for.”  Shiarrael walked over to one of the free tables and sat down.

“I thought it was to ensure that the crew eats.”  The old Rihannsu smirked and walked through the kitchen door disappearing for a few minutes.  When he finally exited he brought a small steaming bowl to her table.  Setting the bowl in front of Shiarrael he sat across from her.

“After my heart are we?  How did you know what I preferred?”  Shiarrael unraveled a utensil from its paper towel and dipped it into the steaming bowl.  “It has been a long time since I have enjoyed this.”

“I make it a point to do research.” Tr’Sorjal grinned “I spoke to your old RS.”

“How is that fool doing?”  Shiarrael sipped the soup and closed her eyes as she savored the sweet flavor “when I was a child the cooks used to prepare this for me all the time.  I would eat it while watching the ships in the distance from our balcony.”

“Good memories, and tr’Keneche is good, he seems rather pleased with his new position.”

“He should be.  I left him a good ship and a good crew.”  Leaning back in the chair she sighed and stared at the soup “I envy him sometimes.”  Looking at tr’Sorjal she winced “and you old man, after spending a century in the Galae why did you retire only to return.”

“I never had family.” Sorjal frowned “serving the empire has always been my purpose.  Whether it is as soldier or a cook as I am now.  However, I must ask you something personal, will you be offended?”

“I guarantee nothing, but I will have an open mind.”  Shiarrael said as she picked at the soup.

“Do you regret accepting promotion to Aylhr?”

“Regret?”  Shiarrael let the word simmer in her mind for a moment before she answered “I regret nothing, but this crew is lazy, they are like an old dull Vrelnec, it will take some time to sharpen.”

“Always good to keep one’s blade sharpened.”  Sorjal chuckled

“And if I may ask something of you?”  Shiarrael looked at him with a malicious smile.

“Yes?”

“Are you familiar with how to prepare Kaa`hhz meat?”  She dipped a small bit of soup and sipped it from the utensil.

“Somewhat, why?”

“Good.” Shiarrael grinned.

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Ael’Riov Shiarrael t’Rehu

Leih, RIS Aylhr

your torpedoes, scrub your plasma manifolds or other arduous task that your no doubt sinful mind can conjure up and do it without question. At the end of the day my service to the Empire will be complete and with honor, because without the Empire we are nothing.”

“I hate to repeat myself.”  Shiarrael said with a sigh “I expect certain behavior from my crew, I could care less what you think about me, and I could care less what you think of this assignment.  However, I expect the outward appearance of shared respect; if it is beyond your capabilities then you may add Aylhr to your list of failures and request a transfer.”  A smile appeared on her face.

For the first time Maiell smiled himself and nodded, “then we are in agreement Leih. And by the way my only failure if it could even be counted as such was perhaps for a certain Romulan officer not dying sooner.”

“Well,” Shiarrael rubbed her hands together “regrets can be a terrible thing.  They often eat at one’s soul with the though of what might have been.  For example, you might still have your position.”  Picking up an ISD off her desk she tossed it to him “My expectations of the tactical department.  You will have three weeks to ensure the required level of efficiency.  I will be kind and warn you that your department will be tested on your department’s efficiency around the end of the month with a random practice drill.  Do you have any questions?” 

Maiell took the ISD and glanced over it. “Acceptable. I’ve seen worse.” He paused, “I’ve even asked for worse but it is of no matter. I do however need to recalibrate the weapons systems which will require them to remain offline. It is not a lengthy procedure but they are not within published specifications, I know having written the specifications myself.”

“Well then, I expect to be thoroughly pleased.”  Standing up Shiarrael motioned to the door “You are dismissed.”

He stood and nodded taking a moment to give Shiarrael a measuring before nodding, and leaving with the ISD in hand.

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Ael’Riov Shiarrael t’Rehu

Leih, RIS Aylhr

&

Arrain Maiell tr’Ruanek

Chief Tactical Officer, RIS Aylhr

=\/= ch’Havran =\/=

[Latasalaem]

As dusk settled the procession of mourners appeared climbed through the great road that lead from the ancient sections of Latasalaem to the more modernized city center.  In front of the procession Argelian walked with his youngest child in arm.  Next to him his eldest son walked on his own, head lowered, small tears dripping onto the roadway.  No one spoke, only the sounds of coughs and rustling foot steps echoed through the darkening landscape.

Ahead of them was an old temple built to honor the element of fire.  Its large columns circled around a square stand.  Torches burned all around the stone structure causing the worn marble to glow a hue of orange.  The mourners parted and encircled the temple.  Four Galae officers wearing their dress uniforms laid the cloth covered body across the center platform.  Bowing to her, the four men stepped back and kneeled briefly before joining the rest of the mourners.

A man wearing a decorated robe stepped forward from the crowd, a book resting in his hands.  “From the elements is life.  We are grounded in earth, we are wise through water, we are strong through wind, and we are passionate through fire.  When the flame of being is extinguished may we join our brethren in the gardens of Vorta Vor.”

The priest stepped back as another Romulan stepped forward.  Wearing the dress uniform of the highest Galae admiralty, Galae’Enriov Ameh’ah t’Neyl, unsheathed the honor blade.  Raising the blade into the air she stared at the mourners “Vorta Vor for the honored!” grabbing a hand full of her hair she sliced it off and dropped the severed strands onto the velvet covering S’anra’s body.

Handing the young child to his mother, Argelian stepped forward, and accepted the blade from Ameh’ah’s hands.  Looking at the crowd he inhaled deeply “Allow the flames of Okhala to carry you to Vorta Vor.  Fear not, your travel will not be a lonely one.”  Argelian grabbed a large section of his hair and sliced it off, dropping the fist full of hair onto the velvet covering his wife.  “Be free of pain.”

Stepping back Argelian watched as the rest of the mourners emulated them, offering the departed a piece of themselves to bring with them to Vorta Vor so that the dead would not travel alone.

When everyone finished, Ameh’ah raised the honor blade once again.  The eldest son stepped forward and lowered his head.  Looking at the boy she smiled softly “Honor, Duty, Passion, the drive of every Rihannsu.  Take this sword young one, and remember the blood of those before you, remember the honor of your mother.”

The boy accepted the blade as tears streamed down his cheeks.  When he returned to his father’s side Argelian put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

The priest stepped forward and bowed to the departed.  All the mourners did the same and then kneeled.  Several people hummed an old Rihannsu hymn as a send off.  The priest then kneeled and spoke the final words “Rehil-a i rehil-a, ohreth-a i ohreth-a.” [Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust]

A bright white flame wrapped around the body reducing it to thousands of glowing embers which billowed into the night sky to join the stars which watched over them.

Argelian’s eyes flickered as his wife departed, he knew one day he would join her in Vorta Vor, but even that knowledge brought him little comfort in this moment.

=\/=

Argelian tr’Verelan

Leih, Rhi’Galae

Plot Prelude - “Starseed”

Five days ago…

=\/= RIS Hlai'hwy, Near the Tegalash system =\/=

The ship vibrated as they neared the edge of the system, a massive ion storm raged ahead.  The Hlai'hwy’s Leih, erie’Riov Gauris tr’Anaij, stood up and walked over to the small science station.  “Arrain, do you think we can send a message through the magnetic interference?”

“No.”  The young officer shook her head while her fingers worked the console “the interference is too severe, even at this range we won’t be able to get a message through.”

Tr’Anaij frowned and nodded to his junior officer.  Returning to the command throne he sat down and crossed his legs.  “It seems our only choice is to enter this brewing monster, Paectum tr’Holsum, do you have any objections?”

“Objections?” The Paectum looked up shaking his head “No objections, but Rekkhai, we’ll have to consistently modulate the shielding and increase power to armor systems.  The magnetic interference may also damage sensors and internal ships systems if we are not careful.”

“Then take all necessary precautions.”  Anaij turned his eyes to the fidgeting RS “and you Lithora?”

“I am amicable with the decision; however, I have concerns about it.” 

“As do we all.”  Anaij could see the concern etched on the faces of every crew member on the oira “But Command has given us to order to reestablish communications; we would fail if we did not proceed.”  Looking at the pilot he nodded “Take us into the storm.”

The Hlai'hwy rocked violently as it entered the storm.  Everyone in the oira braced themselves as the ship shook from the tremendous forces caused by the ion storm.  “Reroute all power to shields, take us in further!” Anaij shouted.

Present…

=\/= Koahht Hama =\/=

Ael’Riov t’Hnea winced at the Tal’Diann legate “So, the listening outposts detected the RIS Hlai'hwy entering Tegalash, but none have since detected them leaving?”

“It corresponds to their last communication to Rhi’Galae Command.” The Legate said “Undoubtedly they became entangled in the ion storm; it has since grown by a volume of two light years, expanding into the Klingon territories.”

T’Hnea sighed “Any idea what is causing the ion storm to expand at such a tremendous rate?”

The legate shook his head “None.  We recommend a command class vessel be sent to look into the matter further.”

“I see.”  T’Hnea ran her hands over the vessel listing “I will speak with Ael’Riov t’Rehu about the matter, the Aylhr is currently docked at Hama, and it has the most advanced communication system in the entire Galae.  They will have to see to this issue, there are no other viable alternatives it seems…”  

=\/= RIS Aylhr =\/=

Inside the Leih’s personal quarters Shiarrael brushed her fingers against some of the bare furniture, everything that belonged to the Khre’Riov was now gone.  She would have to get her stuff moved in before they departed Tomika.  Looking at her stain free fingers she smiled and walked over to the massive observation window.

As she watched the dozen work-bee’s conduct their business on the Aylhr’s exterior Shiarrael couldn’t help but wonder if this is what she wanted.  How long had she refused promotions?  So long she had lost count, undoubtedly her previous commanders still remembered; even she could still remember some of the frustrated arguments.  A chuckle escaped her as she vividly recalled one incident where they threatened to demote her, to which she replied “A demotion?  Then I graciously accept the honor!”  The flustered Vaek’Riov had her removed from his sight.

Sighing, Shiarrael shook the reservations from her mind; she accepted the role, and now she would play it to the finish.  Rubbing her cold hands together she turned and left the empty room.  Outside she addressed one of the security personnel guarding the room “Please inform the supply officer to have all my belongings moved to this room.”

The guard nodded “Ie [Yes], Rekkhai.”

Walking to the lift she heard the sound of rushing boots behind her, stopping, she turned to see the supply officer t’Salis running briskly towards her.  “In a rush are we?” Shiarrael smirked at the young erie’Arrain “though I must commend your efficiency, I only made the request thirty seconds earlier.”

Catching her breath t’Salis looked up with an expression of confusion “What request?”

Shiarrael’s smirk softened briefly “To have my items moved from the RS quarters to the Leih’s quarters.  But you need not be in such a rush.” 

“I see.” T’Salis bit her lip before continuing “I will have it done by the end of the day, but I have come here on some other business.  Your shipment from ch’Shrrh arrived Ael’Riov, but I wanted to make sure this was correct before proceeding…  You wanted the Kaa’hhz released onto the marine deck?  Surely this is a jest, these creatures are-”

“It is no jest.” Shiarrael grimaced “I received a message from Riov tr’Jaus that the marines did not fair as well as expected in their training.”  She sighed and feigned a disappointed look “surely five Kaa’hhz will keep them on their toes, do you think not?”

t’Salis opened her mouth but thought better of it and just nodded.  “However, the creatures are dangerous; it will be difficult to release them without injuring any of my men.”

“Have Operations transport them into random locations on Marine deck, they have been tagged as to ensure they do not escape beyond those confines.  It would be a tragedy should some hapless technician be devoured.”  Shiarrael winced “which reminds me to suspend all technical operations on marine deck.”

“That would be wise.” T’Salis said.

“Would it?” Shiarrael eyed the young erie’Arrain before grinning widely “Either way, it will be entertaining, you are dismissed.”

T’Salis bowed and hurried away hoping she didn’t draw too much of the Ael’Riov’s ire.

=\/=

*Kaa`hhz - Four-legged, long-tailed, pointed-eared predators that over-run the jungle-planet ch`Shrrh. On their hind feet, they would stand at least as tall as a full-grown Rihan. They have been given the mysterious attribute to being able to appear and disappear at will, which in reality, is due to the speed at which they move. Their slightly protruding jaw and over-sized teeth give them the appearance of seeming to grin maliciously at their prey. Kaa`hhz are very territorial, and highly aggressive creatures, who are able to outrun and bring down a full-grown Rihannsu.

=\/= Latasalaem, ch’Havran =\/=

[Ahaefvthe Estate]

A deep morning mist rolled up on the estate’s gardens, everything dripping morning dew or was covered in the thin white veil.  A few beams of sunlight burned holes into the vapor, but it was still too early for most of it to evaporate.  Sitting on one of the marble benches Argelian watched the morning show.  Animals and creatures sounded their morning calls all around him, while house servants started to make their morning rounds.

Slowly another set of footsteps can be heard approaching up the foggy walkway, it approaches Argelian, almost enveloping him as much as the morning mists itself.

Argelian rotated his head towards the oncoming shadow, “Who is it?”

The shadow begins to take shape as it stands before the poor shaken man. You don’t recognize me? Well it has been so many years. He takes his time to take a seat near Argelian

“Should I be expected to recognize every fool that passes before me?” Argelian’s brows rose causing early wrinkles to show on his stressed figure.  “I am in no mood for cryptic games.”

He sighs. "Fine, then there shall be no games. I am known as Dorael. I come to give my condolences." He grins "But dont worry about her murder"

“Murder…”  Argelian repeated the words.  Eyes widening he stood up and grabbed Dorael by the shoulder and twisted him around to face him “What do you know about what happened to my wife?!”

"Perhaps I spoke too soon. You actually thought illness killed her?" He stares at Argelian, unwavering. "I didn’t do anything. SO I would recommend for you to let me go."

Argelian released his grip on Dorael’s shoulder.  Composing his posture he glared at the man “Tell me what you know.”

"I cant tell you everything, but I am breaking some rules because I know you Argellian", he looks into the mans eyes.

“Are you now?” Argelian’s eyes narrowed “What do you want from me?”

"She was poisoned". His eyes turned away. "It was assassination. An attempt to covertly remove her"

“Remove her? Why?” Argelian sat back down, he didn’t buy it.

"Because it was to get to you. It was to destroy you.", he looks down and hands him a canister of pills. "These will explain what happened. There is always a residual effect on the system"

Argelian accepted the canister reluctantly.  “I will see to it.”

"Then there is nothing more I can tell you. But this isnt the last time we'll meet." he grins as he stands to walk away.

Argelian said nothing as Dorael departed.

=\/= Tomika =\/=

[In Orbit, Koahht Hama]

Jarok had spent most of the following day resting from the journey. His temporary quarters were nearly twice the size of the cramped space he had been allotted on the transport. He was eager to tour the Aylhr and began setting a schedule for familiarizing himself with the crew and ship.  The Leih had been somewhat preoccupied during their first conversation and he hoped to speak to her again today provided she was up to it.

After a brief shower, Jarok dressed in a newly pressed uniform and left his quarters heading for the docking port where the Aylhr was connected to the station.

Shiarrael stood outside the airlock arguing with one of the station technicians, her long flowing hair was tied causing it to bounce around as she yelled at the tech.  Her facial expressions animated into several different looks.  At first she appeared annoyed, and then her cheeks stiffened into a sour look before they softened into a more agitated expression. 

“How can you not be finished?  You’ve had more then five days to augment the singularity drive!  Five days!  Any competent technician can accomplish that in two days, and yet, after five days you are still not done?”  She ripped the ISD from his hand and slammed the small computer onto the deck with a metallic ‘clink.’

Jarok rounded the corner just in time to see the Leih slam an ISD on to the deck. She appeared very cross at the technician that stood nearly trembling before her. He raised an eyebrow and prepared himself for what would make or break him in the Leih's eyes. "Jolan'Tru, Ael'Riov. May I be of some assistance in this dispute?"

Narrowing her eyes she turned and glared at Jarok like a wild thrai “Do not interfere erie’Riov.”  She reached out and grabbed the collar of the technician “You will have this done properly by tomorrow no?”

“Yes Ael’Riov!  Forgive me!” The man shouted.

Releasing the technician she cursed and entered the airlock, behind her the tech gasped and gathered his ISD.  “Follow, erie’Riov Rhelliael-thra'ein.”

Jarok raised his eyebrows and wondered if he had made the right decision continuing his career in the Galae and not taking his uncle's offer to take a seat in the senate. He stepped in behind the Ael'Riov as ordered with a somewhat placid look on his face.

The sound of boots echoed through the airlock into the adjacent corridor, security personnel bowed as they passed the checkpoint onto the Aylhr.  Each officer they encountered had a look of trepidation after witnessing Shiarrael’s flare up “You are quiet, something on your mind erie’Riov?”

Jarok looked at the faces of the men he passed and could see a hint of terror in their watchful and respectful eyes. "Many things are on my mind at any given time Leih. I would find myself ill prepared were it any other way. I am glad to see you in better form this morning and I was hoping we could discuss my position here."

“I am glad to see that you are not some mindless fvai, what is it you wish to discuss about your position?” A smirk began to crawl its way onto Shiarrael’s expression “I’m certain you are familiar with the particulars of being the rhaetelh’saehne?” 

Jarok nodded, "I am indeed Ael'Riov. My first concern is for your safety. After the attempted and quickly foiled kidnapping attempt I would like to address security regarding your personal guard.”

“I have no need for personal guard erie’Riov Rhelliael-thra'ein, I am well enough to defend myself.”  Shiarrael’s right hand traced the side of her abdomen before resting on the disruptor hostler against her hip “I would love to see anyone brave enough to make an attempt against my person.”  

Jarok figured he would meet with resistance in his argument. With one swift motion he captured the Ael'Riov's wrist stepping in behind her and pulling the disruptor from its holster. Gently he stepped back and released her wrist holding the gun barrel down.

"Ael'Riov I beg you to reconsider your position on your security."

“erie’Riov are you familiar with the Kormerek?”  Shiarrael turned around, her expression placid, but her eyes were fierce with disapproval.

Jarok braced himself because he knew at the mention of Kormerek what was coming. He didn't get the chance to reply.

Shiarrael was abrupt but gentle; she didn’t want to break the RS on his first day, but she would not allow his insult to go unpunished.  Her elbow shot out like lightning and slammed into the erie’Riov’s gut.

Jarok felt his wind leave him as her elbow slammed into his diaphragm; he also felt his lowest rib crack under the force of the impact. He slumped to one knee keeping his eyes on the Ael'Riov.  His breath returned slowly as he kept eye contact with her.

“Remember your place erie’Riov.”  Shiarrael hissed like a poised serpent “However, your point is taken.  Do what you wish in regards to my security.  However, should any of them get in my way I will have you kill them, now go to the medical bay and reflect upon your insolence.”  Straitening her uniform Shiarrael continued on her way to the Oira.

Jarok slowly stood gathering himself and his breath as he did so. Sometimes making a point was a painful compromise but one he had always been willing to make if it in turn saved his life and honor. With his breath returned he made his way toward the medical bay.

=\/=

Ael’Riov Shiarrael t’Rehu

Leih, RIS Aylhr

&

erie’Riov Jarok Rhelliael-thra'ein

RS, RIS Aylhr

|                    ...Incoming RSE Transmission...                  |

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                   Report #6  -  240708.13 – 240708.26
                      “Great Elements, Have Mercy!"

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/       Contents
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        i.   Leih Address
        ii.  Plot Summary
        iii. Important Information
        iv.  Promotions/Awards/Completions/Roster Changes
        v.   Roster/Log Count/Rank Structure

        vi.  Notable Quotes

        vii. Romulan & Sim Specific Links
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/       i.   Leih Address
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Sorry for combining the last two reports into one, but I’ve had a long week, and from what I have gathered, several of you have had longs weeks also.  It’s nice to see everyone back and getting into the swing of things this week.

To backtrack, we summarily ended the plot to make way for several new crewmembers, but the serious action will be occurring from now on.  We’ll start the new plot at the end of this week, so I encourage everyone to attempt to develop your characters in that time frame.  There are plenty of things to do on Tomika, from flitter races, to training facilities, to anything you can come up with basically.

Finally:

New Romulan Site: http://www.ucip.org/romulan

New Forums: http://www.ucip.org/romulan/forums/

A new language section on the forums will be up soon, it will include a VB coded translation program for windows, which will be beneficial to several of our members!

If you have any questions or would like to request an LOA, please send an email to Aylhr-command@...

Ael'Riov Shiarrael t'Rehu
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On ch'Lekab at the Gai'Shian staging area Riov t`Rehu and Riov tr`Khnialmnae make plans to find the Aylhr's chief science officer Ael t'Kazanka, who is lost in the northern suburbs of the quarantined city.

D`Nal tr`Solius and his troops are still holed up in the hospital but the tide has turned and now they have the upper hand against the mob. The rebels have sent an elemental water priest to discuss their options and D`Nal informed him that the option is total surrender or death. Within minutes the crowd begins to throw down their weapons and gather peacefully around the fallen bodies of their comrades at arms.

Meanwhile on Rihannsu, Jarok Rhelliael-thra'ein is called to see his uncle and Hru'hfirsu of House Rhelliael-thra'ein. While in the Hru'hfirsu private quarters he is offered a position in the upper senate, which after a great deal of argument he manages to turn down, while keeping face with his uncle. The position instead goes to his cousin To'nak, and as Jarok leaves the room To'nak walks in giving Jarok a perfect opportunity to let To'nak know he's playing second fiddle.

Back on ch'Lekab in the government compound Riov Shiarrael t'Rehu looks out over the ruined city not able to understand the reason behind the poisoning of this people. She identifies with their need to make a life for themselves and respects them for it. She is informed that tr'Nadlis is discovered alive and then is told the transporter systems are down. She makes plans to leave in a flitter.

At the hospital a man walks up to Arrain Terrh tr'Rok and introduces himself as Kaol Ralaa. Kaol informs the Arrain that there is a small cell of rebels that are not satisfied with the peace and are planning an attack on the government compound where they hope to take Riov t'Rehu hostage. They plan to use their hostage to levy treatment for themselves and the colony. Terrh informs t'Rehu once he has the details of the attack from Kaol.

On the Aylhr Kaol Ralaa tours engineering and directs his crewmembers to conduct various jobs. He is informed of an issue on deck six and grills the crewman who reported it for not fixing the issue already.

Khre'Riov tr'Verelan aboard the RIS Aylhr is in orbit of Ssaeina where the Khre'Riov, Arrain tr'Ruanek, and erie'Arrain t'Pardek beam down to the snowy surface in search of a boy who may have survived through a previous outbreak of the plague.

Arriving at the home tr'Nadlis is rumored to have been found in Riov t'Rehu enters to find the man on the second floor of the home holding his dead granddaughter. Grief has overcome him but he shows no signs of the illness. After agreeing to stay with the dead girl t'Rehu convinces tr'Nadlis to save the rest of his people by being tested for antibodies to the virus wiping out his people.

On ch'Lekab, tr'Rok plants a surveillance device to monitor the suspected activity of terrorist planning to kidnap Riov t'Rehu. He hears the voices of some fifteen individuals who are all quelled by the voice of one man. Listening from within the government building tr'Rok sets up shop to wait and many hours later a group arrives to execute the kidnapping. tr'Rok has his Gai'Shian set up to ambush the, would be, kidnappers and on his mark they fire upon the group eliminating the threat.

On Ssaeina, Khre'Riov tr'Verelan opens the door to the room where the only known survivor of the last plague is hiding only to find he has been vaporized. His murderer is still in the room and the Khre'Riov questions him briefly firing on him before the man transports, however, the personal shield the man has protects him from the disruptor fire.

Meanwhile on ch'Rihan a plot is hatched to kill the wife of Khre'Riov tr'Verelan as retribution for his interference with Terrh's plans regarding the virus and its use. On ch'Havran a temporary servant arrives at the home of S'anra tr'Verelan delivering her a cup of tea with an added twist of poison. Within minutes she is dead.

The Aylhr then collects its crew and heads for Tomika, while there Khre'Riov tr'Verelan learns of the demise of his wife and calls for Riov t'Rehu. When she learns of the fate of tr'Verelan's wife t'Rehu offers her condolences. The Khre'Riov informs her that he is giving her command of the Aylhr and promotes her to Ael'Riov. Unwillingly she takes the promotion and command of the Aylhr.

t'Rehu then takes her leave of the command station and goes to a flutter race where she indulges in a great deal of alcohol speaking with two old men. Drunk and suffering for it she returns to her room on the station only to be bothered shortly there after by the arrival of Jarok Rhelliael-thra'ein the Aylhr's new RS. They sit down and chat over some very non-alcoholic water.

The Khre'Riov now arriving on ch'Havran sees many flitters parked around his family compound for the funeral of his late wife. Once he steps inside and sees the corpse of his beloved S'anra he collapses and is carried off to a private room in the house.

(Thanks to our XO)

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LOGGING:

All logs should be sent to aylhr@....

You can find the Aylhr archive at http://www.ucip.org/aylhr/archive.php. 

Subject headings should use the following (or similar) format:
Duty: Stardate – Log Type – Position, Rank Name (though including rank is optional in personal logs.  If it is a joint long, its highest rank -> lowest rank and no need to include position)

     eg.
     240507.23 – Duty Log – Leih, Khre’Riov tr’Verelan
     240507.23 – Personal Log – Leih, Argelian tr’Verelan
     240507.23 – Joint Log – Khre’Riov tr’Verelan & EnArrain t’Radiak

You are required to send at least ONE quality log to the listserv per week, but are encouraged to send many more if you so wish. Remember, we are here to have *FUN*, so treat your fellow sim-members with
honor and respect.

The week runs from 0000 EST Monday to 2359 ET
Sunday, only logs within this time period will be
counted for that week.

IRC:

The IRC channel is #aylhr on the KDFS network. This channel will be used for general talks and quite possibly sim
joint logs. Servers to connect to are listed on -
http://www.ucip.org/about/servers.html

WEBSITE:

Our website can be found at:
         http://www.ucip.org/aylhr

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Promotions:
None.

Awards:
None.

Course Completions:
None.

Roster Changes:

ADDED:

None

REMOVED:
D’Hiifvehi, erie’Arrain, Saeihr t’Khellian

D’Ifvhelhr – Riov Sarahl t’Rok

Hhdael – Riov, Maec tr'Khnialmnae

TRANSFERED:
None.
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/       v.   Roster/Log Count & Sim Structure
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/ RIS Aylhr, Roster/Log Count     |   Week Ending   |Total| Bio |

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------------+-----+

| Position  |        Name         | AUG | SEP       |=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|           |                     | 26  |  2  |  9  |=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Command Staff            |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|   Leih    |Shiarrael t’Rehu     |  9  |=====|=====| 47  | 2230|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|    RS     |Jarok Rhelliael-thra-|  2  |=====|=====|  4  | 6727|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Bridge Crew              |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|   Hhdael  |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| D’Gonaiih |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|D’Ifvhelhr |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|  D’Khhae  |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Tactical                 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|  D’Amnei  |Maiell tr’Ruanek     |  1  |=====|=====|  6  | 4775|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Security                 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|  D’Dheno  |Terrh tr’Rok         |  3  |=====|=====| 13  | 6695|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|   Dheno   |D’Nal tr’Solius      |  1  |=====|=====|  7  | 6696|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Engineering              |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| D’Paectum |Khiy tr’Zorek        |  1  |=====|=====|  5  | 3806|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Medical                  |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|D’Hiifvehi |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Hiifvehi  |Sienae t’Pardak      |  1  |=====|=====|  1  | 6709|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Hiifvehi  |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Science                  |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|  D’Afwe   |Ael t’Kanzanka       |  /  |=====|=====|  5  | 6688|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Aylhr, Political Officer        |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|  Nraehhi  |OPEN                 |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

/ Iurret’Shianev, TS Detachment   |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

|   Leih    |CLOSED               |=====|=====|=====|=====|=====|

+-----------+---------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

\ Weekly Log Totals               |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+-----------+---------------------+-----------+-----+-----+-----+

| Individual Log Total            | 14  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------+-----+-----+-----+

| Joint Log Total                 |  2  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------+-----+-----+-----+

| Senate Log Total                |  2  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------+-----+-----+-----+

| Complete Total                  | 20  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------+-----+-----+-----+

\ Crew Summary                    |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Total Crew                      |  8  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Active                          |  7  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Excused                         |  0  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Unexcused                       |  0  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| ELOA                            |  1  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

| Dropped                         |  3  |     |     |||||||||||||

+---------------------------------+-----------------+-----+-----+

\ End RIS Aylhr Roster                                          |

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E  =  Excused
U  =  Unexcused
-  =  N/A
/  =  Extended LOA
D  =  Dropped

*NOTE - New sim applicants are only added to the roster once they post a log.

REMEMBER - If you receive three 'Unexcused' marks in a row,
your position will be under review. To prevent this,
all you have to do is *log*. Let me know if you are
going LOA!

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/Aylhr Rank & Command Structure

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|Leih – Ael'Riov, Shiarrael t’Rehu (tlsahm@...) 

`|RS – erie’Riov Jarok Rhelliael-thra'ein (cdr.strough@...)

 `|D’Paectum – Arrain, Khiy tr’Zorek (jacobgar@...)

  |D’Amnei – Arrain, Maiell tr’Ruenak (tr.ruanek@...)  

  |D’Awfe – erie’Arrain, Ael t’Kazanka (lostonce@...)

  |D’Dheno – Arrain, Terrh tr’Rok (jbchemguy@...)

  `|Dheno – GS Arrain, D’Nal tr’Solius (colonelcraggles@...)

`|Nraehhi’Saehne – None

[Tal’Shiar Detachment]--------------------------------------------

`|Leih – None

Superiority moves from left (superior) to right (inferior).

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Eisn broke over the eastern ocean only moments after Jarok woke. From his large bedroom window he could see the brilliant flash of red-orange wash over the city and finally fill his room with its glow. As he was dressing a knock on his antechamber door caught his attention. Pulling a tunic over his head he walked to the door and opened it wondering who would be calling on him this early in the morning.

"Jolan'Tru rekkhai, My master bids you come to him at your earliest convenience. He wishes to discuss your role within House Rhelliael-thra'ein." Visual recognition of the person on the other side of the threshold was slow in the dim early morning light but once Jarok heard the proud tone in the voice he recognized instantly the Hru'hfe.

– Jarok Rhelliael-thra'ein

The priest regarded D`Nal carefully for a few seconds then said "I have been asked to come forth and seek a resolution to this conflict"

"Then return to them and tell them this. I demand they come out of their hiding places and throw down their weapons. They must submit to the empires justice and if they continue to fight they will all perish, this I swear an oath." Replied D`Nal

"You are unwilling to negotiate?" asked the Priest.

"This is not a negotiation priest, they must surrender or be destroyed" D`Nal snapped back.

He didn't understand why the priest thought this was going to be some kind of amicable discussion.

D`Nal continued "More reinforcements will be arriving soon and I have air support at my disposal, your fight is hopeless"

The priest stood silent for a moment as if considering a way to counter D`Nal's demands.

– D’Nal tr’Solius     

“But…But…” Nadlis’ hands clawed towards his grandchild’s body “I can’t leave her…leave her alone!  She hates being alone, she hates-”

“Understood.”  Shiarrael walked over the child and scooped up the limp body, sitting down she spread the dead girl across her lap, cradling the corpse as if it were a living child seeking warmth.  “I will stay with her, now go.”

Standing up Nadlis stumbled, but stopped and composed himself wiping away the wetness from his face.  He bowed to Shiarrael and resolved his spirit to see that this threat was diminished, that his people’s suffering would end.  “I will not fail…” he whimpered slightly walking through the balcony doors, leaving Shiarrael alone with the dead child in her arms.

“Pity.” Shiarrael whispered to the dead girl, “You would have been a beautiful Rihanha…”

– Shiarrael t’Rehu

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Below is a list of websites which crewmembers may find useful. 

RIS Aylhr Website: http://www.ucip.org/aylhr

RIS Aylhr Archive: http://www.ucip.org/aylhr/archive.php

Romulan Information: http://www.ucip.org/romulan  

Beta Fleet Website: http://www.ucip.org/beta 

UFP Website: http://www.ucip.org/federation

UCIP Website: http://www.ucip.org

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Signed on SD240708.30,

Ael’Riov Shiarrael t’Rehu
Leih, RIS Aylhr

“Mnahe afw’ein qiuu;

       rh’e hweithnaef

              mrht Heis’he ehl’ein qiuu.”

(Hate has a reason for everything.  But love is unreasonable.)

-V. Raiuhes Ahaefvthe [of Romulus II]