Elevensies - Part II

Posted on Mon 26th Aug, 2013 @ 3:18pm by Colonel Horatio Drake

449 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/5
Location: Deck 12: Main Operations
Timeline: MD-01: 1119

LAST TIME ON STAR TREK PROTECTOR:

"I see" he put his arm on the back of the sofa and cupped his head in his hand. Despite finding the answer interesting, his voice betrayed otherwise. "How many more have we got to do?" He asked, with an underlying tone of hope that it might be only a few.

"Three more, and we're done," Paul said.

"Three more... I can do three more..." He leaned forwarded again, resting his arms on his legs this time. "Right, who's our next victim?!" Ashton betrayed a small smirk, one that he was sure Paul would chastise him for.

"Lee to Colonel Drake, please report to Ops immediately" The voice came through the room like a fresh of breath air, to Drake.

"Oh thank God" He said under his breath, winking at Graves.

He hit his comm. badge, "I'm on my way, Lieutenant".

AND NOW, THE CONTINUATION...

ON:

It took the two officers merely seconds to emerge from the Ready Room into the Main Operations centre. Lee was located in the central command area, tapping away frantically on a panel.

"Report, Lieutenant" Drake asked.

"An Intrepid class starship emerged from warp forty five seconds ago and isn't responding to hails. She looks damaged and is emitting some odd power readings".

Drake frowned and glanced at Graves, who was still by his side.

"Have there been any reports of a battle in the sector? Any distress calls?"

"Negative, sir" Lee didn't even have to check.

"Open hailing frequencies" Drake issued the general order to whomever was manning comms. at that point in time. The dark haired man simply proffered a nod, signalling that the channel was open.

"Federation Starship, this is Colonel Ashton Drake of the Starbase Protector. Are you in need of assistance?"

Silence followed the question.

"Please identify yourself".

Again, nothing but silence followed. It seemed that the whole of Ops. fell quiet.

Ashton saw the familiar flash of a warp drive in the distance, seconds before Lee reported it.

"... the warp signature was Federation... but... it looks like it's been altered somehow?" He added.

"Altered? How?" Drake turned to face him.

There was a pause, as if Lee was trying to figure out where to place a particular piece in a puzzle. "Well, the neutrino emission is just sightly off... still registering as Federation... just not quite right for an Intrepid Class... as if someone has been trying to alter it... for some reason?"

"Sir" The Comms. officer broke the silence. "Priority two orders coming through from Starfleet Sector Command."

'Answers?' Drake thought to himself, 'or just something to compound this already perplexing mystery.'

"Put them through to my Ready Room"

 

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