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Intro and Armaments
Deep Space 12 is the first, and last stop on the way to the unexplored section of the Beta Quadrant. The station's design is taken from that of Earth Spacedock and Starbase 47 in order to house and protect the many ships that will eventually pass through here on their way into the Beta Quadrant. However, the characteristic "stem" has been removed to save space, yet still offer a place of residence for those exploring the Beta Quadrant, or those that would rather live onboard the station. Built with help from the Romulans and Klingons, this Starbase is large enough to contain any an all vessels in the Beta Quadrant. This can be referenced by thr Galaxy Class Starship moving to make its final turn into the Station where it will be docking. The station is terribly powerful, and armed with a multitude of weapons for its own defense with the most powerful phasers available, as well as a number of torpedo launchers capable of firing several warheads at once. It also comes with a shield grid in order to protect itself and those within it.

Command Hub and Spacedock
Deep Space 12, along with the Subspace Communications Array and the transwarp Gate, make up the Command Hub of the Beta Quadrant, relaying orders to ships of all races, and acting as a main base of operations. When in between assignments, the Command Ship of the area, the USS Ragnarok, is generally stationed here and can be seen inside Spacedock in Docking Bay 1, or in a stationary position under the main umbrella section. Between Deep Space 12 and the Ragnarok, the two form the law of the land, overseeing activities in the Beta Quadrant and keeping general order. The interior docking bay is large enough to hold well over thirty starships all at various levels. Its maximum capacity is 47 starships. Deep Space 12 is also the only legal place where upgrades and refits can take place on ships.

Turrets and Defense Network
In addition to its own weapons, 8 stationary Turrets armed with Pulse Phasers and torpedoes serve to help guard the rest of the Command Cluster from attack. The extreme power of the combined force of the station along with the turrets is enough to stand up to and quite possibly defeat a Borg Cube. This kind of power is needed as Deep Space 12 is located outside the range of most of its supporting ships, and must be able to defend itself if attackers arise. These turrets, as well as Deep Space 12 itself, are generally under Green Alert and do not have their shields or weapons active. Only by receiving a transmission from the Ragnarok or Deep Space 12 itself can the turrets be activated. The end result of this defense network ensures that only a truly massive fleet will be able to attack and destroy the station before assistance can arrive.

Daily Life and Living Arrangements
Life aboard Deep Space 12 is very similar to a cruise ship of the Early 21st Century. Each person living on the station can live and go about their work each day in a comfortable and enjoyable environment, even while being lightyears from the comfort of planetary living. The station features entertainment, shops, several bars, gyms, several large holodecks as well as many events that go on. The station is almost like a miniature city in all the things one can do here.

Main Areas
There are several main areas that people living onboard the station will likely spend time in, and others that are an important part of keeping the station running and operating smoothly.

Command Center
The Command Center is located inside the main umbrella section of the starbase and above the plane where the numerous starships go to dock. It is the brain of the entire station, and keeps things running within the station. Only certified personnel are granted access to the Control Room of the Command Center. This area is also the place where all executive decisions are made during battle, and serves as the Communications Center of the Station.

Officer's Lounge
This is exactly what it sounds like. Only starship Officers can come here to relax on their off time, and enjoy conversation with other officers from different governments and ship assignments. The Lounge includes a full bar with complimentary drinks and several tables and couches for resting and conversing, the Officer's Galley where the officers off duty can get something to eat without the loud distractions of the regular Food Court, the Officer's Washroom where one can freshen up a bit from a long assignment, and the Briefing Room where missions are discussed in private.

The Promenade
This section of the Station includes hundreds of shops and places to get food within the station, as well as including the main area that patrons of the station will spend their time.

The Last Stop Bar and Grill
This is one of the main areas of the Promenade section of the station. It includes a fully stocked bar with drinks from numerous planets and cultures, including Romulan Ale. In a show of good faith and cooperation between species the Federation has once more lifted the embargo on trade with the Romulans in order to better help foster peace, which means that Romulan Ale is now quite legal within the Federation. The bar consists of two levels. The first is the lower level, which includes the bar itself, and several seating arrangements. The second level is the lounge and grill where fresh food is prepared in the kitchen, and offers a lovely view while patron eat and discuss their day.

Personnel Quarters
Simply put, this is the residential district of the station, and is where all the individuals who work and live on the station eventually come home to. Higher Ranking Officers have more luxurious suites, while the main individuals have what could be compared to a small two room apartment. Each living area includes a sink and mirror, a bathroom with a sonic shower (water showers for officers), a bed, table, chairs, a small kitchen, view screen and personal computer access terminal complete with a replicator for other items.

Holodecks
People on the station have access to one of many large holodecks that can be used for people to live out fantasies, enjoy a good holo-novel, or other uses. Holodeck time must be reserved as there are many that wish to use them, but there are only a limited supply.

The Last Stop Bar and Grill

Less than an hour after the Ragnarok had docked at Deep Space 12, Captain Ryugi Kazamaru found himself wandering the many hallways and shops that the station had to offer. Most of his crew had headed off to the holodecks or to check and see what all the station had to offer in the way of fun. Others had gone off to see what other species they could find on the space station. After all, the station had been built in collaboration with the Klingons and the Romulans, even if it was of Federation design and had Federation weapons. Deep Space 12 was the first Inter-Species Project between the three governments, and it was interesting to see.

The people were pretty friendly, except for a few shady Ferengi traders and the occasional gruff Klingon. Romulans more or less kept to themselves. The only real race that Kazamaru had failed to see were the Cardassians. They were welcome, as the events of the Dominion War were more and more distant, but the Cardassian Government had closed themselves off from the Federation in more recent years, and things had been uneasy. This was the opposite of the Romulans, who had slowly been coming out of their shell to deal with the Federation. In a few years, who knew, the Romulans might even become full-time allies with the Federation as the Klingons had been for a long time. Rouge groups and factions would always exist, but for the most part, things were beginning to calm down in the Alpha, and, known, Beta Quadrants.

Kazamaru wandered for a few more minutes looking around. He could have headed for the Officer's Lounge with other members of his senior staff, but he'd opted to check out the other side of the line and see what regular residents had in the way of food and the like. After all, he WAS an explorer, so why not try a little exploration closer to home? After a time he arrived at the Last Stop Bar and Grill and took a seat near the windows. From here he could see stars stretching for lightyears. He stared absentmindedly out the window until a waitress asked if he'd like anything. He thought for a moment before replying.

I think some good old fashioned steak and potatoes with a little Romulan Ale would do quite nicely. Oh! Well-done on the steak too, please.

The waitress would nod and head off to put in the order. The Captain would look around the bar and grill to see who was where, and doing what. It was interesting watching all the alien species interact with one another. That was partly why he'd joined Starfleet in the first place. So many interesting people. Someone appeared to be having a birthday party, and another couple of people were at the bar, a Scotsman talking about engineering as a man walked off, obviously headed somewhere of relative importance. Such were the activities of life on a starbase.

Torben sat at a small table on the lower level of the bar and grill. He had finally managed to get his hands on a decent starship and a feeling of absolute independence filled him as he thought of his ship, it was an old and worn one but to his eyes nothing had ever looked more beautiful than the SS. Saoirse. As soon as he had bought her a feeling of absolute freedom had filled him, no one told him where to take her except for himself, no Federation controlled him. He was free to explore all the corners of known and unknown space to his heart’s content as long as his wallet could support him.
The voice of a waitress broke into Torben’s fantasies of adventure as she asked him if he wanted anything.
"Romulan Ale without ice."
Before taking a drink Torben lifted it slightly saying quietly "To Freedom." He then downed the drink in one swig and tried to keep from keeling over as the room began to sway.

computer please log into the file that we are now droping out of warp and setting course under impulse power to deep space 12

data has been loged

thanks you computer
kalinin stood up and streatched. it had been a long voyage to make by himslef to the starbase and the USS Orwell was by no means the fasted ship in the fleet but he had enjoyed his time alone so he could catch up on his reading. howver that is not to say he wasnt looking forward to finaly having company once he reached the starbase and being able to talk to someone other then the computer
deep space 12 now in visual range
put it on screen please
whatches as the starbase slowly enlarges on screenopen communication channel. this is USS Orwell requesting permission to dock
this is deep space 12 permission granted
thank u control. has the Ragnarok arrived yet?she arrived a few hourse ago and is in dock.
what she like control,heard she is meant to be one of the best in the fleet
well she looks pwerful i will give you that. docking bays are now open .good flying Orwell ,control out
Orwell confirms

after securing the ship after docking . Kalinin begain to work his way arounbf the starbase that he would be calling home for the forseable future.while he hadnt requested this assinment he attended to make the best of his ability for it to go without fault.

as he walked around the starbase ,he played at little game ewith him slef to try to identify the alien spieces he passed but there way many many that he couldnt identify or had never seen befor

once he got bord of this he made his way to one of the food and drink areas called the last stop bar and grill.
opon entering the establishement kalinin wondered if this had been a good idea and if it would be better the retire to his room to the night. puting this thought to the back of his mind he made his way to the bar. after some time he was able to catch the eye of the server . 'what may i get you'asked a impatient waitress. put off by her manner kalinin mind went blank.'erm i will have erm a brandy please,on the rockes' as the waitress went off to fix tghe drink , kal observed the rest of the cliental in the bar. there were a couple a hummandoids that looked the worse for drink but other then that it looked like a rather nice establishment with civilion and starfllet personal mixed together.
a glass was slamed on the table and befor he could say thank u the waistress was gone.'well i know who wont be geting a tip' he said befor going back and obseving his fellow drinkers

Turning to the angry woman Torben replies "When it comes to freedom the only rules that exist are the ones that you allow" He had always been a calm man, at least when you considered the Klingon blood flowing in his veins, but this woman was beginning to push her luck. He goes to take a swig of his ale until he realizes that he hasn't ordered a new one so, slamming the dead soldier on the bar, he asks for another.