USS Columbia - History 

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The USS Columbia NCC 84981 carries on the century-old tradition of the name. Her forebears earned themselves reputations as explorers and pioneers.

The first vessel to bear the name was a Boston, Massachusetts based sloop captained by the American Robert Gray. On May 11, 1792, Gray and his crew maneuvered the Columbia past the dangerous sandbar at the mouth of a river extending more than 1,000 miles through what is today south-eastern British Columbia, Canada, and the Washington-Oregon border. The river was later named after the ship.

Gray also led Columbia and its crew on the first American circumnavigation of the globe, carrying a cargo of otter skins to Canton, China, and then returning to Boston.

Other sailing ships have further enhanced the luster of the name Columbia. The first U.S. Navy ship to circle the globe bore that title, as did the command module for Apollo 11, the first lunar landing mission.

Later the first functional vessel of American NASA's shuttle orbiter programme was christened Columbia and ventured into space 28 times before it was destroyed in a tragic accident in 2003.

Starfleet Ships to bear the name included Columbia NX-02, the second Starfleet starship of the NX class. The ship was still under construction (and unnamed) at the time of the Xindi attack on Earth in 2153. It was scheduled to be completed and launched in mid-2154.

The SS Columbia was a Federation survey vessel in the 23rd century. The Columbia crashed on Talos IV in 2236 while on a survey expedition in the unexplored Talos Star Group for the American Continent Institute under Dr. Theodore Haskins.

The USS Columbia NCC-621 was a Hermes-class Federation starship in the 23rd century, authorized for construction on stardate 5099, specialized for duty as a command and diplomatic courier.




The Sovereign class explorer USS Columbia NCC 84981 in ACTD's 10th Fleet is dedicated to the memory of the gallant crew of NASA's shuttle orbiter OV-102 (OV = Orbiter Vehicle), named Columbia. The oldest vessel in NASA's space shuttle programme was lost on it's 28th venture into space. During re-entry into Earth's atmosphere a damage sustained during the start led to the catastrophe that claimed the life of the seven astronauts of flight STS-107.

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The history of the NCC 84981 is as of yet a short one. It will be constantly updated and written down as the young ship and her crew venture into the depths of space.





"Of Things Past - She Shall Be Called Columbia!!!"
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Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards
Day 2, 1000 hours
Lt. Cmdr. Alexandra Fields, CO (Janaye)
Lt. Stewart McCallahan, XO (Sascha)
Cdt. AngMar Sollom, FCO (Rogerio)
Ens. Ariel Summers, OPS (Julie)
Ens. Rihanna Daniels, CTO (Carol)
Ens. Deacon Hawkins, CEO (Steve)
Ens. Cobalt, EO (Eduardo)
Ens. John Pearce, CMO (Jim)
Capt. Aaron Johnson, (NPC-Gerry)
Admiral Thomas Taylor, 10th Fleet Commander (NPC-Gerry)


Alexandra stood at the hangar entrance and watched her crew. Most of them appeared uncomfortable in their dress uniforms. She had to wonder had actually worn them before now. A large part of the crew was new. That was a good thing, she supposed. It meant they would learn together and be a team that none could stop. She had met her senior officers yesterday morning. During the afternoon, she walked the ship and spoke briefly with several other officers and enlisted. She was already proud of them. Tugging her dress jacket down, she prepared for the ceremony.

Striding into the hangar where the commissioning ceremony was to be staged, Stewart scanned the assembling crew for familiar faces and for anything that might not be in order. The long strides given to him by nature expressed more self-confidence than he actually felt. The new dress uniform with the two golden circles on the collar and the band depicting the Distinguished Service Medal he'd been awarded prior to his leaving of the Katana felt even more uncomfortable than his old one had done - he had worn that only once. On another commissioning ceremony. He'd been nervous then as a freshly made division head and there was no end to the anxiety he felt now. Protocol demanded him to be some kind of host and Stewart just hoped that he was neither going to mess up nor to pass out. He just felt glad that the CTO would be doing the best part of the shouting.

AngMar was perfectly shaved that morning for the launching ceremony of the Columbia. He adjusted his collar with the four strips that indicated his rank of 4th-year Academy cadet. Soon enough he was in line with the rest of the crew as they prepared to leave the hangar where they've gathered. Being still a cadet, AngMar held the last spot in the row.

Ariel tugged at the bottom of her dress uniform. She was a little nervous. They filed into the hanger. She stood there at attention, wondering how log this was going to take. She shifted her weight from foot to foot occasionally.

Glancing around the Hangar, Deke rolled his neck slightly, the collar of his dress whites itching at his neck every so slightly. Taking his place with the senior Engineering staff at the far end of the hangar, he watched them as they mulled around, making sure they were in place and all dressed properly. Nodding, he turned around and waited for the announcement.

Rihanna had to admit she was a bit nervous but she also knew she would get through this. She was, after all, the Officer of the Deck and the Chief Tactical Officer. Right now her only concern was she didn't trip over her own two feet due to the nerves.

Taking note of where Deke was, Cobalt moved swiftly to follow him to where the other engineers had assembled. He tried to take a look at his CEO but he didn't want to disrupt the pace, instead, he just formed in line along with his crewmates.

Looking behind her, Rihanna took note of the long line of officers and crew behind her. One final check of the crew showed a single file line that began with Hall and the senior most officers on the ship, and ended somewhere out of site with a single Crewman apprentice, the most junior person on the ship. It was time to begin, and all she was doing now was wasting time.

Rihanna took a deep breath and gave her first command. "SHIP'S COMPANY, ATTENTION ON DECK!" Rihanna ordered. She could hear those directly behind her as they snapped to attention and knew that farther back in the line, they only responded to noticing that the person in front of them had changed position, it was to be expected with the size of this crew, content that the crew was ready, Rihanna began the procession "FORWARD MARCH!"

As the crew marched, they passed the workers who had built the Sovereign class ship with their own hands. Pride had gone into her construction and they watched her new crew knowing that same pride would carry into the sailing of her.

Stepping off on the left foot, Rihanna followed by the crew began the long procession to the main Hanger area. The march itself was not long however after arriving the crew had to fill in ranks before the music would stop and the ceremony itself would begin. Starting with the ship's Commander down to the lowest crewman in the bunch, they smiled at each of them and made such comments as "Take good care of her" and "She's a lady, treat her like one!"

When they approached the hangar, Alexandra moved onto the small stage. She grinned inwardly at the various looks given her by her crew. Some were nervous, some were so excited they could barely hold it in, and others were ready to get out of their dress uniforms and back to work.

Stewart stood close by his commanding officer and waited for the sign to take his position. When Fields started to move, he kept exactly one half step behind her, thus expressing the respect to the superior officer as brought about by ages old tradition. Clambering up onto the stage, Stewart surveyed the seemingly endless line of officers and enlisted crew as they marched in looking marvelous in their dress uniforms and take formation.

"SHIP'S COMPANY, PARADE REST!" Rihanna called out the next order when the last of the crew had filed in. Content that this phase was over Rihanna turned her gaze to the new XO and nodded, signaling to him that the crew was ready.

At Daniels' call for parade rest, Stewart took a step forward to face the assembly. Close to 900 pairs of eyes were watching him and were waiting for his welcome speech, which had completely slipped his mind due to his nervousness. Stepping up to the microphone at the front of the little stage, McCallahan announced. "All hands on deck."

"ATTENTION ON DECK!" Rihanna called out as the XO announced the arrival of the official party.

Alexandra watched at the Yard Commander escorted the 10th Fleet's Commander to the stage. Admiral Thomas Taylor, the 10th Fleet's Commander. He leaned carefully onto a cane, thanks to a slowly healing injury that Ali knew had been too severe for the CMO of the USS Scorpius to have healed completely. She was proud to sit next to a man who had done so much in his career.

Thomas sides and leg hurt badly enough it was all he could do to keep it inside him. But he'd never missed a launch, and he wasn't going to start now, and no damned sawbones was going to tell him otherwise. He nodded to the new CO as the Yard commander seated him. Thomas exhaled heavily at the relief of being able to take some of the weight off the healing leg. He nodded over at the retired Captain that had fought and thankfully only nearly died in their last engagement with the Gorn. Retired, he knew that Aaron Johnson would be a hell of a diplomat.

Johnson smiled to see his old friend in good spirits, and more importantly, on his feet again. There had been concerns the Admiral would not walk again.

When the official party had come in and sat down, Rihanna turned and wondered if her voice would hold up with all the yelling. "PARADE REST!"

Stewart turned slightly to clear his throat without having the sound amplified by the sound system, then looked over to the tiers of honorific seats. With a last glance at the massive amount of personnel that was close to board Starfleet's latest launch he began.

"On behalf of this fine crew, I am pleased to welcome you, Admiral Taylor, Commander in Chief of the 10th fleet, all officials of Starfleet, staff families and all guests to today's commissioning ceremony. The commissioning of a new starship is a major event in the history of the vessel itself and for the crew to man the ship and we are thankful that you are sharing this hour with us. With the sending out of a new ship into the depths of space we remember and honor all that Starfleet and the Federation stand for."

Taking a breath, Stewart paused before he concluded his little speech. "Now it is my duty and my honor to introduce the Commanding Officer and Captain of this new starship. Ladies and Gentlemen, Lieutenant Commander Alexandra Fields." The XO stepped aside, turned to face Fields and stood to attention, indicating that it was her call to continue.

Fields took a deep breath as she stood and moved toward the podium. She looked at all the faces then began. "Today, a new ship and a new crew are being sent out to explore the unknown. We are trained and we are ready. We will take the honor of Star Fleet and of the Federation to space. We promise to make our families, our friends, and our superiors proud."

The ceremony began and the Deltan stood - for a change - perfectly at attention during the initial addresses.

Stewart stood stiff as a rod during the Captain's word, inhaling every syllable as if it was oxygen. The feeling that his tight collar was itching didn't break his concentration as he waited for his call.

"Lieutenant McCallahan, is the crew accounted for?" Alexandra turned toward her new XO.

When Fields addressed him McCallahan marched back to the microphone and ordered "Division heads, center and forward."

Alexandra watched as each chief stepped away from their department to give the count. These were the people she would depend on the most. This was her senior staff.

Stewart waited until the chiefs had formed a line, then called out "Division heads, report crew status."

Soon enough, the lieutenant called upon AngMar's department. Stepping forward, AngMar faced the Human. "Flight Control, accounted and ready, sir". He immediately fall back to his former position

Ariel listened as the XO as for an accounting of all hands. When it was her turn, she stepped forward. "Sir, all hands in operations reported and accounted for, all supplies taken on." she finished and stepped back into rank.

"Ship's Engineering Department accounted for, all systems nominal to Starfleet specifications for the Sovereign Class starship. All tests and simulations show that the USS Columbia is fit and ready to sail," Deke announced, having stepped forward and turning slightly to face the podium. Once he finished, he stepped back to the head of his assembled officers in the department.

Cobalt watched Deke as he moved forward and announced the accounting. He knew that the Chief had some big experience in Starfleet's most acclaimed vessel, but he also hoped that the Chief could use his more than 70 years of experience aboard Federation ships for some good. They would have to work together in the future, so he only wished they could make a good team.

When his department's turn came, Ensign Pearce stepped forward and spoke. "Captain, Chief Medical Officer reports the Medical department is ready in all aspects--all personnel present and accounted for."

Rihanna stepped forward and hoped her voice held out for this whole ceremony. "Captain, Chief Tactical Officer reports that Security and Tactical are accounted for and ready for duty."

The Captain listened carefully as each department was accounted for. The Science department gave their account last.

When all of the officers had given their account, Stewart turned smartly on his heel and ripped off a salute. "All hands present or accounted for Captain."

Alexandra turned back to the crowd. "The name we are about to give this Sovereign class vessel is one that carries a tradition of pride and sacrifice. From the early sailing vessels to the sea cruisers of the military to mankind's love and desire that brought us to space, she has been a name carried with the spirit of exploration. People have given their lives to follow this dream. In the late Twentieth century, the citizens of Earth watched as people gave their lives in the pursuit of exploration. Apollo 1, near the birth of Earth's desire to go to space, saw the deaths of men wanting more for their families. The Challenger brought the loss of more visionaries. But, with each loss, man's desire to overcome and move into space became stronger. The Space Shuttle Columbia renewed mankind's vision in the Twenty First century. At a memorial for that crew, America's president stated 'Each of them knew that great endeavors are inseparable from great risks. And each of them accepted those risks willingly, even joyfully, in the cause of discovery. ' Today, I tell you that each crewman here also knows the risks. No matter what planet he may call home, we are all Star Fleet. And as Star Fleet, we accept the risks willingly and joyfully so that we can explore and discover in the name of the Federation."

During the CO's speech, AngMar tried hard and succeeded in not whistling. The commander was quite a piece of woman, he thought, but he simply could not stand this bla-bla-bla.

Ariel listened as the Captain spoke. A lump came to her throat that she had trouble swallowing. What she was doing was a source of pride for her, her family and in fact for the entire galaxy. As the Captain finished her speech, Ariel allowed tears to run down her face unchecked. She was not ashamed of the feelings of joy and pride she had and allowed the tears to christen her uniform in the same manner as the champagne had just christened her new home.

Alexandra looked back at the crowd. "It is my great pleasure to introduce to you the Commander of the 10th Fleet, Admiral Thomas Taylor." She stepped away from the microphone but stayed close in case the Admiral needed assistance.

With a brief grimace that was soon a mask of Vulcan calm, Admiral Thomas Nelson Taylor stepped to the podium with the help of the Yard Commander. Thanking the man, he turned and faced a new crew of a new ship. He remembered the feeling. It was heady, it was stirring, and it held the promise of the future, bright and glorious. But there was always a dark side.

"There is a thought that I would like to add on this occasion," began the Admiral, his voice still rasping from the exposure to hard vacuum when the USS Typhoon had been destroyed. "Occasions like these are necessarily solemn. There are some present that probably can't wait for it to end because it is boring in the extreme," he said with a smirk and a knowing look in AngMar's direction. "But I urge you to remember this defining moment. A new ship graces the Federation, and a new crew goes to the stars. You are not the first, and you will not be the last. But now it is YOUR time," he said with emphasis. Make the best of it. As your captain has said, you are a Starfleet crew. Never forget that. Remember who you are. And as you go out, remember your mission. 'Seek out new life, new civilizations. Boldly go where no one has gone before.' That mission never really ends for a ship and crew, or at a personal level," he said with a nod to his old comrade Captain Johnson. "Now, this windbag will shut up and sit down, but before I do, there is a formality to observe," he said pulling out a PADD.

Lieutenant Commander Alexandra Fields, on this star date at this time and on this occasion, you are hereby given command of the USS Columbia, NCC 84981. You are to commission the vessel presented to you in the presence of assembled witnesses and begin your tenure as commanding officer immediately," he said. He added with a smirk, "Godspeed, Captain, and may he have mercy on your soul. He nodded and remained standing for this part, shooing his attendant away. There were some things you just had to do.

Alexandra turned to face her ship. "According to the orders given me by the Commander of the 10th Fleet, I hereby commission this Sovereign Class Starship, the USS Columbia NCC-84981."

Right on cue, the lights shifted to a small bottle that had been launched from the station. It flew beautifully across the short space until it crashed against the Columbia's hull. Alexandra imagined that she could hear the bottle as it shattered into pieces.

Stewart held his breath as he watched the bottle float out to the Sovereign hull and when it crashed and thus promised a good fate for the now really named Columbia heaved a sigh of relief. In every age on every planet, sailors had been and still were firm believers in omens, bad or good. And a successful christening was always a good one.

When the lights over the Columbia's hull activated, AngMar immediately spotted the little object flying towards it. Then the bottle splashed over the hull at a distance and everyone on the deck applauded. 'What a waste of a good alcohol' - the Deltan thought with a silent sigh.

Ariel watched as the tiny bottle made it's leisurely way to the ship and shattered on it gleaming hull. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

"ATTENTION ON DECK!" Rihanna ordered for, hopefully, the last time. "SIDEBOY DETAIL, FALL OUT!" On cue, the last eight crewmen in the formation, fell out and marched around the perimeter of the ceremony, up the brow and onto the deck of the Columbia, each taking a position on either side of the deck side brow.

Alexandra waited until the sideboy detail was in place. She walked slowly forward to the dock. As she took her first step on board the bell began to ring.

"Ding Ding" a bell rang out as if hailing the salute of the crewman while the Captain stepped onto her newly christened ship.

"USS Columbia, arriving," Stewart called out when the Captain boarded.

With each person of the official party boarding the bell continued to ring, the number of rings matched the rank of each officer.

Watching Fields board as the first of the large crew, Stewart turned back to the audience. Now only one step left of the official ceremonious protocol and then - off to the party. He looked at Daniels."Officer of the deck, embark the crew." He clasped his hands behind his back, proudly watching the defilé that now happened.

Rihanna just barely as she heard the order from Lt. McCallahan. She stepped forward and turned smartly to face the crew. "CREW DISMISSED!"

When the order had been given, Ariel lead her department onto the ship smiling all the way up the walk.

The crowd watched as the ship was slowly boarded. Each department went together as a sign of unity for the future. The faces were showing a crew already filled with pride at their assignment. The Columbia was a lady and the crew was already falling in love with her.

Stewart waited till the last in line had stepped onto the firm grounds of the Columbia, then addressed the remaining guests. "In the name of the crew of the USS Columbia, I'd like to thank you all for sharing this extraordinary important day with us. The ceremony is now over, but we all would like to invite you to a reception in the lounge of our ship, located at decks 8 and 9 aft."

He took a step back from the microphone, turned smartly on his heel and marched off with his long strides to board the ship as the last of the crew. Stopping at the threshold, Stewart saluted the banner with the Columbia's logo floating from a post by the hatches side, then breathed deeply before officially boarding the ship as her executive officer.