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Nov.16, 2008

written by Mike Royer
Ensign Alice Miyagi

The entire bridge crew listened as the urgent tone of a woman’s voice became audible amongst the spatterings and poppings of static.

” I repeat, this is the Gamarcy outpost requesting imediate assistance from anyone recieving this. We have taken heavy casualties and our life support systems are failing! If anyone can hear this please…” A loud electronic buzzing obscured her voice and then the bridge drew silent.

Buie looked up from his panel. ” The transmission just repeats itself from there.” He said solemly.

Dyson was quick to break the silence.

“You heard the woman people.” He ordered. “Conn, Set course for Gamarcy and Increase speed to maximum warp.”

Selar was no more than 2 steps behind him.” Initiate yellow alert.” She sounded.

They both stopped in the center of the bridge and Dyson tapped his comm badge. ” Dyson to sickbay.”

=/\= Sickbay here.=/\=

” Prepare to receive casualties. The Gamarcy outpost is in a state of distress.”

=/\= Understood, sir. Medical teams are being assembled.=/\=

” Acknowledged. Dyson out.” He tapped his comm badge once more to terminate the transmission.

” What is our new ETA.” Selar asked Ensign Kwong who was seated at the helm.

“At our present speed, we should arrive on station in 1 hour 52 minutes.” She responded.

Dyson turned to his first officer.

” It couldn’t have been the explosion we just witnessed. Even if it were of sufficient size that shockwave would have taken weeks to reach them.”

She nodded in agreement.” Perhaps there have been others. Mr Buie, have you managed to recover a time stamp from that transmission?”

” No sir.” He replied. ” The first few seconds of the recording including the time stamp were heavily distorted.”

” Make every effort.” She ordered, turning back to the captain.

” That message could be days old even weeks.” Dyson said to her as much as to himself, considering the gravity of what it could mean.

” Indeed sir. We may be too late altogether.” She stated flatly.

” Let’s hope that we aren’t.” He replied. Turning to face the inactive view-screen at the front of the bridge.

Slowly walking to stand next to the operations panel he looked to the officer seated behind it and enquired. ” What is Garmacy’s regular complement?”

What is it?

Filed Under: 08 - Spin

Nov.15, 2008

written by Mike Royer
Ensign Alice Miyagi

=/\= Captain Dyson to the bridge. =/\=

Dyson looked up from the padd in his hands, as he heard his first officer’s disembodied voice calling him over the intercom.

“On my way.” He responded, getting to his feet an placing the padd flat on his desk. As he strode out of his ready room onto the bridge he looked around quickly, spotting the Commander standing near one of the science stations.

“Captain.” She nodded to him, acknowledging his approach.

“What is it Commander?” He inquired.

“Lieutenant.” Selar directed the captains attention towards the assistant chief science officer who was still seated at her station.

“Sensors have registered a sizable explosion approximately 2 light years from the Gamarcy outpost captain.” Miyagi explained. “We are still too far out to be sure, but I would estimate it to have been in the vicinity of a 600,000 isoton blast.”

The captain raised an eyebrow. “600,000 isotons? Seems a little excessive unless someone wanted to blow up a small planetary system. Is there any indication as to weather it was a natural occurrence.”

“Not as of yet, captain. There was something else as well.” Lieutenant Miyagi turned to her panel. “Here.” She directed his attention towards a particular set of readings and he stooped to get a closer look.

“Just a few minutes prior to the explosion long range sensors recorded these readings somewhere very near it, possibly at the exact same location. We could be looking at the catalyst sir.”

Dyson straightened again, considering the situation and looked to Selar.

“We have altered course to investigate.” She stated

Dyson nodded in acknowledgment.

“Have we made contact with either Gamarcy or the Missouri?”

“Not yet.” Selar looked towards Buie and was met by a subtle shaking of his head.

“They aren’t responding to hails.” He stated.

just then, Buie’s panel beeped, politely requesting his attention and he looked down to see what it was.

“Scratch that.” He said, plying his controls. “We appear to be receiving a recorded transmission from within the star cluster? Audio only? I’m putting it through.”

The bridge quickly became filled with the sound of comm static as well as some subdued tones that may have been someone speaking.

“Can you clean it up any further?” Dyson said in askance.

“I’m working on it sir.” Buie responded continuing to ply his controls.

. . .

Filed Under: 08 - Spin

Oct.27, 2008

PoDo stuck his hand forth and firmly shook Hashar’s. Strongly resisting the urge to inquire about the trill’s suggestion of clothing suitable to swimming, he said instead, “I think we have a problem.”

As ch’thane’s attention was drawn from the shuttle to the interaction between PoDo and the Captain, Korr abstained from drawing a phaser at the alien’s odd reaction upon grasping the Captain’s hand. Instead, he continued to watch the scene, knowing that something was about to happen.

Mor said, “I’m sorry?” After PoDo repeated himself, Mor realized that he had let the handshake linger a moment too long, and was holding PoDo’s grasp beyond a reasonable handshake, the grasp heading into something uncomfortable. The trill watched as the strange green creature spoke.

“I came here by direction, but I arrived in an unconventional way.” PoDo felt he was not explaining clearly quickly enouch. This feeling was underlined by a slight movement by Korr. As the Cardassian stepped to one side of Mor into a full perspective from PoDo’s position, PoDo looked fully into Hashar’s eyes and said, “Something’s wrong, Captain. I’m not sure if it’s with your ship, with me, or with the universe at large. I’m confused, I’m afraid, and I want to know what’s going on.”

As Mor began to speak, PoDo flinched. “Understood, Mister PoDo,” Hashar said. “Also agreed. Something odd is going on here. Don’t,” he assured, “be afraid. Your arrival is fortuitous,” he said, gesturing toward the recently downed shuttlecraft. “We didn’t have to wait too long for you, so there has to be some reason you’re here.”

PoDo stared at the trill. “So you admit you were not expecting me.” After Mor nodded, PoDo added breathlessly, “Just as I wasn’t expecting you.”

Mor nodded again. “So what can you do?” He had a strange feeling about the past few months, and he had long since decided to just let go and let reality take him where it needed to. He had never imagined that half of the things that had occurred during the last two years would ever have happened, but they had. As such, he had tried to reason out what was going on. One thing he was certain of: the ship was building itself a crew. He imagined the increase in crew structure as a filament: at one end was the time when, after the original Captain had abandoned ship via shuttlecraft. At one end was a time when the ship was fully staffed and would be tested. He was comfortable for the moment, for the fact that the ship was not fully staffed. Had had already come to the realization that Wayland would be as valuable an officer as the oddly pliant blue woman that had arrived with the Catian. He was interested by the strange gift the universe had delivered the Missouri in the shape of a green humanoid, and wondered which cog PoDo was to be in the great gear.

PoDo said, “What can I do?” He was caught off guard by the question, but answered honestly. “My last assignment was as a chief shuttle pilot aboard the starship Endurance,” he said plainly.

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