The Recall

Posted on 2025, Sun Aug 3rd, @ 4:10pm by Commodore Travis O'Rourke & Commander Arden Rysell & Lieutenant Commander Corin Taves & Lieutenant Commander Kaela Renn & Lieutenant T'Vera Rahl & Lieutenant Thomas Dalton & Lieutenant Ariana Tessaro & Lieutenant JG Talrin & Lieutenant JG Kelvak & Lieutenant JG Kenji Tanaka & Lieutenant JG Min Karo & Lieutenant JG Neral Tann & Ensign Juno Atala & Ensign Thirak zh’Drexan & Civilian Zeriah Vel-Orin

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Mission: Episode 1A "Shadows of the Empire"
Location: Various Earth Locations
Timeline: Present

[Earth Orbit | U.S.S. Leonidas – Secure Comm Node]

Commodore Travis O’Rourke

The coded pings were away. Tightbeam relays. No comm chatter. No signatures. Just quiet ripples through the black—designed to reach only the right ears.
He stood alone in the briefing alcove, arms crossed behind his back, eyes locked on the silent stars.

"They'll come," he muttered. "The good ones always do."
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[Paris – Jazz Club, Montmartre]

Lt. Cmdr. Kaela Renn & Lt. Cmdr. Corin Taves

The band was halfway through a sultry rendition of "Les Étoiles Perdues" when both officers felt it—Kaela’s bracelet buzzed under her sleeve, Corin’s ocular implant pinged in the periphery of his vision.

She met his eyes across the candlelit table. No words were needed.
Taves leaned in slightly. “Duty?”
Kaela swirled the last of her drink. “Not the kind with brass and basslines.”

He nodded once. “No more hiding from it, then.”
Kaela smirked. “We weren’t hiding. We were... pausing.”
They stood in unison, their movements practiced—not rushed, just precise. A quiet tip left on the table. One last look at the glowing stage.
Then they vanished into the Paris night, bound for orbit.
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[Øresund Dive Center – 41 Meters Below]

Commander Arden Rysell

Her dive computer pulsed. A golden sigil for encrypted Starfleet priority lit up. She stilled in the water—suspended like a thought between lives.
She blinked once, then rose.

“Back to the surface,” she said to herself, voice muffled by her breather.
“Back to the stars.”
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[San Francisco Shuttle Complex – Citation Office]

Lieutenant T’Vera Rahl

“Repeat violator,” the officer grumbled. “Low-altitude slalom through Golden Gate airspace isn’t—”

T’Vera’s padd blinked. She didn’t even look at it. “Excuse me,” she said, already stepping back. “Emergency recall.”

The officer huffed. “Convenient timing.”

T’Vera grinned. “For me, yes.”
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[Shi’Kahr – Embassy Retreat]

Lt. JG Talrin

Mid-lecture on inefficient yoga practices, Talrin’s device blinked once.

“Starfleet business,” he stated flatly. “You may continue your... aimless contortions.”
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[Los Angeles – Temple Courtyard]

Lt. JG Min Karo

She sat quietly, stylus in hand, when the ping whispered across her datapad.
She didn’t sigh—just gently closed the notebook and looked up at the temple sky.

“Prophets guide me. Back into the unknown.”
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[Amazon Basin – Research Tent]

Lt. JG Neral Tann

The monkey dropped his stolen tricorder the moment Neral’s comms blinked. He didn't even chase it this time.

“Fine,” he groaned, rubbing his temples. “You win. But I’m taking the leola root back.”
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[Rome – Family Villa]

Lt. Ariana Tessaro

She didn’t blink when the message arrived—just finished her espresso and folded her napkin with clinical precision.

“Back to the shadows,” she murmured. “Leave the wine.”
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[New Orleans – Klingon Heritage Fest]

Lt. JG Kelvak

Still laughing when the signal reached him. His combadge chirped in his sash.

“A glorious end to a glorious leave,” he declared, slapping his chest and marching toward the transporter hub.
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[San Francisco – Cadet Gymnasium]

Ensign Juno Atala

Mid-dice roll, mid-combat, mid-snark. The recall light blinked.

“That’s initiative,” she muttered. “Real-world encounter incoming.”
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[Alaska – Dalton Ridge]

Lt. JG Thomas Dalton

The wind howled over the ridge. His portable forge cooled fast as the priority code shimmered across his PADD.

“Figures,” he muttered. “Was just getting the hang of peace.”
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[Tokyo – Andorian Embassy]

Ensign Thirak zh’Drexan

Mid-battle bruise and mid-bite of sushi, the signal reached him.

He stood instantly. “Challenge accepted,” he told no one in particular.
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[San Francisco – Vel-Orin Botanica]

Zeriah Vel-Orin

She finished bottling the last batch, turned to the console, and smiled at the secure signal.

“Time to stir up something stronger.”
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[Earth Orbit | USS Leonidas – Docking Approach Begins]

From every hemisphere, transports, shuttles, and tightbeam transponders responded to the call.

Deck lights powered on. Systems warmed. The Leonidas stirred from standby.

The storm was coming.
And the crew?
The crew was already in motion.

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