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Sample file CAPTAIN’S LOG #37 Making Progress TABLE OF CONTENTS Things are happening, and more and more is getting done. We got three new products out HISTORY for , although the fight The Magnificent Panzers by Randy O. Green ...... 2 with the die cutter over the third one delayed other Hit & Run by Joe Gallagher ...... 13 products about three weeks and pushed the next Snapshot: Warp Before Smarba ...... 17 Federation Commander product into the fall. Snapshot: A Pirate’s Life for Me ...... 18 , the girl that brought us to Class History: The WYN Navy by Steven P. Petrick ...... 19 the dance, is getting the new X1R this summer and the new Y2 Early Years II this fall. COMMUNICATIONS We have made a successful effort to make Communications Center ...... 24 sure that we do not allow more unfinished projects After Action Reports; Command the Future ...... 25 to pile on top of previous unfinished projects. Input Guide: An End to Jargon ...... 27 Further, we have reduced the backlog of unfin- Starline 2400 Miniatures: New Ships ...... 28 ished projects, unprocessed reports, unreviewed Ten Questions ...... 29 submissions, and unanswered questions by half. Star Fleet Awards ...... 30 Mail we cannot answer quickly doesn’t get lost. Proposals Board ...... 31 The future is bring as we look forward to a To Ask the Question: Why? ...... 32 series of new product launches, including Klin- FEDERATION COMMANDER gon Armada, Silent Star Fleet, and the Victory Communique ...... 33 by Any Means campaign book. Federation Commander by Email ...... 34 CAPTAIN’S LOG STAFF Command Notes ...... 35 Publisher ...... Stephen V. Cole, PE Federation Commander On-Line ...... 35 Managing Editor ...... Steven P. Petrick Borders of Madness: Fighters in Federation Commander ...... 36 Business Manager ...... Leanna M. Cole Project Z, Part 1: Converting SFB Ships for Federation Commander ..... 37 Customer Service Director ...... Michael Sparks Battleship Star Castle by Commodore Patrick J Doyle ...... 38 Graphics Director ...... Matt Cooper The Photon Dodge by Commodore Patrick J Doyle ...... 39 Proofreading ...... Jean Sexton Five New Scenarios for Federation Commander ...... 40 Star Fleet Staff………John D. Berg, Chuck New Ships for Federation Commander ...... 111 Strong, Jeff Laikind, Gary Plana, Scott SFB SCENARIOS Moellmer, Mike Filsinger, Nick Blank, Mike SL264 The Magnificent Panzers by Randy O. Green ...... 44 West, John Sickels, Scott Tenhoff, Paul SL265 The Battle of Iridima VII by Jeremy Gray...... 45 Franz, Jonathan Thompson, Frank Brooks. SL266 Home-Wrecking by Ken Burnside ...... 47 Security Staff ...... Ramses, Isis SL267 Snake Attack by Scott Tenhoff...... 49 Cover Art ...... Adam Turner SL268 Strengths & Weaknesses by Richard Sherman ...... 50 Interior Art...... See page 83. 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Star Fleet Battles On-Line by Paul Franz ...... 78 No materials based on, for use with, or in- corporating elements of any Star Fleet Universe FEDERATION & EMPIRE products may be published without permission Project Update ...... 79 of ADB, Inc. Rules & Rulings by Nick Blank & Mike Curtis ...... 79 Elements of the Star Fleet Universe New Ships: Ship Information Table ...... 83 are the property of Rules Update: Enhanced Small Scale Combat by Chuck Strong ...... 84 Paramount Pictures Corporation Tactical Notes...... 86 Scenario 6FP: The Fifth Power by Daniel Knipfer ...... 92 and are used with their permission. www.StarFleetGames.com SHIPYARD Shipyard Report; New Ships for SFB & FC ...... 96

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counter-attack. But that was before the had invaded, The Magnificent Panzers and before Pirate activity had tripled, and before the fleets by Randy O. Green on the and Gorn borders had been stripped of ships to feed the appetite for war and death. Sixth Fleet was a Bridge, Federation Frigate USS Rommel, 9 August Y173 paper tiger facing the Romulan eagle, and it was in trouble. Ev- The sleek Federation frigate slid silently through the depths ery ship that could be found, pulled out of reserve, or built had of space. Starlight glinted softly off the saucer-shaped hull as the been sent to the Klingon Border, and there was nothing coming winds of interstellar space gently caressed the ship. A soft glow to support Sixth Fleet, not unless Star Fleet Headquarters de- emanated from the ship’s two warp nacelles, indicating to any cided to give up more space to the Klingons. It would be years chance alien observer that here were a people advanced enough before the Federation’s industrial might produced the ships that to tame the hellish reaction between matter and antimatter. would throw the invaders, all of them, out. That was in the future, Every sensor the ship possessed was pointed outward, prob- and the future was too much of an unknown to dwell upon when ing the dark reaches between the stars toward the Romulan their own survival over the next few weeks was very much in Neutral Zone — not that it was neutral any more. doubt. Pushing those thoughts of the future out of his head, he The bridge was quiet. Only the low hum of electronics and shifted his attention back to his crew. the hiss of the life-support system broke through the layer of si- The helm and navigation station was located directly in front lence that lay preternaturally heavy upon the members of the of him. Occupying the left seat, Master Petty Officer Trevor bridge crew. They moved about their duties with the stiff move- Pearce, a slender man in his late thirties, concentrated studi- ments of automatons, an effect of the stress they had been un- ously upon his helm controls. To the man’s right, the squat, pow- der from the constant threat of attack they had endured since the erful figure of his Prellarian navigator, Senior Lieutenant Mon Jolor Romulan horde had stormed over the borders in what was too sat. McGilland had often joked that he could see muscles ripple large an operation to be a raid. Rommel’s crew now seemed every time the high-gravity native pushed a switch, but now the more like machines than intelligent creatures — machines fit only normally jovial lieutenant scarcely moved at all. to do the tasks that had been pounded into them through count- Jolor stirred as a light began blinking at him from his naviga- less drills that in retrospect seemed to have scarcely prepared tion console. He looked back at McGilland, and spoke, the low them for the harsh realities of war. They had been tired, at the rumbling of his voice sounding like gravel tumbling down a moun- end of a three-month patrol, when the war started. tain stream. Commander Ronald McGilland felt the tiredness, too. He “We have reached the rendezvous point, Sir. There is no smoothed down the ever-present cowlick in his sandy brown hair. sign of the Guderian.” Then he rolled his head around on his neck, and tried to mas- “Thank you, Lieutenant.” He glanced at the chronometer sage the tension knot away from his right shoulder blade, but the again, before he gave his next order. The second hand on the ache would not go away, no matter how hard he tried. At last he chronometer seemed to be slowing in its passage around the gave up, and focused his attention back on the main viewscreen.Sampleface offile the instrument, as if each second of his life was becom- It showed only the typical, slowly-scrolling starscape common to ing more valuable to him and he was becoming ever more loathe warp-powered travel as the frigate steadily moved along its pa- to seeing each one go. With a sigh, he forced himself to give the trol route in a universe turned topsy-turvy by war. next order. He checked the ship’s chronometer which was positioned “Slow to warp one point five, Mister Pearce. We’ll circle and over the main viewscreen. It had been fashioned after an old- wait for them here.” With a war on, I don’t want to drop out of style chronometer often found on old Earth naval vessels. Only a warp unless I have too. Which I hope won’t be until we’re dock- few more minutes before we reach the rendezvous point with ing with a supply base. Guderian. “Aye aye, Sir,” Pearce replied. He felt a slight shift in speed Guderian was their sister ship and would be taking over the and momentum as the helmsman implemented his orders. Sat- patrol sector while Rommel headed back to the nearest base isfied that he had a few free moments before the rendezvous, he that was clear of for refueling and resupply. The sec- continued his survey of the officers and enlisted members of his tor was a gap between two Federation squadrons, both of which bridge crew. were under heavy attack by Romulan fleets. A ship had to be The rest of them were seated around the perimeter of the here, just to warn either squadron if they were about to be out- bridge in standard Federation fashion. To his left front, the di- flanked, but it was lonely and dangerous duty. The warning that a minutive form of his Arcturian communications officer, Junior Lieu- Romulan squadron was breaking through might well be the last tenant Salas Jolandae, contrasted sharply with the seven-foot word anyone ever heard from Rommel. tall Rigellian male beside her. The Arcturian was short, even by After resupply, they would undoubtedly be attached to a battle the standards of her race, and stood barely four and a half feet group. There they would help screen the heavy hitters of Star tall. As she monitored Star Fleet and Romulan communication Fleet as the Federation regained the initiative and began the in- channels, she had the far-off gaze of someone concentrating evitable counter-offensive to push the Romulans back out of Fed- intently on something the rest of them could not see. A smile eration space. He shook himself. Star Fleet doctrine, learned from slipped onto his face. Her profile reminded him of the heroic fan- the first day of the Academy, was the the Federation would never tasies he had read as a child that had a beautiful elven female in invade anyone, but would always repel any invader. Doctrine said them who usually caused the death of any human male that be- that the ships on the border would conduct a fighting retreat, came enamored. giving up space slowly, until ships from the Home Fleet and the The Rigellian was the XO of Rommel’s Marine unit. Delak reserve, and those called from other sectors, arrived to begin the Yoaak was a First Lieutenant, and was responsible for coordi-

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