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...To The Rescue?

Posted on Mon Oct 14th, 2019 @ 8:50pm by Captain Osegan Trenna & Lieutenant Commander Arthur Talbot

Mission: Searching for the Lost
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 1145

The Altai was still docked at Starbase 221, so Trenna was playing it a bit loose with her time. Since her conversation with Artie several days earlier, she'd gotten back into going to the gym. On this day, she'd gone on a 5 kilometer run before going through a weight lifting routine. She'd returned to her quarters, showered, and put on her uniform before heading to the Ready Room. And, for the last hour, she'd been reading Starfleet Intelligence reports about the Gamma Quadrant. She was still waiting for word from Batchelder that the ship was ready to get underway and they hadn't gotten any mission orders yet, but that didn't mean that she was content to sit in dock longer. Without orders, Trenna was planning on heading back out to the edge of Federation explored space. Exploration was a major part of Starfleet's mission and it was one of the things that she found most exciting about being in Starfleet.

She was at the replicator getting herself an apple when her desktop console chirped. Picking up the green fruit, she walked over to her desk and sat down. Activating the console, she read the message that had just arrived.

"Commander Talbot, please report to my office."

Artie, who had just decided to take an early lunch, paused outside the mess hall at the sound of the Captain's voice. There seemed to be a hint of emergency and professionalism in her tone which indicated that he should not dally. "On my way," he replied over the comm. His stomach gurgled as he turned and found the turbolift he'd exited a few moments prior.

The return trip to the bridge seemed to take forever, despite how short the ride physically was. Upon arrival, he crossed the bridge and tapped the door chime, signalling to the Captain that he'd arrived. Artie hoped that this wouldn't take long and he could grab his lunch soon.

"Come in," she called out upon hearing the chime.

Artie entered, thankful that the woosh of the doors concealed a new grumble from his stomach. Shame on him for skipping breakfast today. "You wanted to see me, Captain?"

"Thanks for getting here so quickly," Osegan said once Talbot was in the room. She motioned to a chair across the desk from her. "Have a seat."

All professional, Artie thought, recognizing this version of the captain and knowing that this could really only mean one thing. "Orders came in at last, did they?" he asked, sitting in the indicated chair.

"They did," she said, swiveling her desktop terminal around to face Talbot. "A missing planetary survey team is missing. The Tonawanda was sent to investigate, but they hit a quantum string filament and had to get towed back to dock."

"Filament?" Artie parroted, but only half surprised. Quantum filaments seemed to be popping up more and more these days, and Artie was convinced that subspace weapons, or the former use of them by other powers, had left those traveling filaments behind as parting gifts. "How long has the team been missing? Any sensor contact from out there?"

"The team is two weeks overdue in reporting in. Their mission is slated to last another several weeks, but they've been reporting in regularly. When they failed to check in and no report updates were received, Command got nervous," she explained. "Normally, I'd say that this will be a pretty straight forward mission, but that hasn't been how things work for us, is it?"

Artie chuckled. "Frankly, Captain, I would swear that Starfleet has a policy of continuing to give the unusual assignments to crews that handle the unusual very well. I think we have to assume something has gone wrong, especially since so much negativity has recently surrounded the team's events. Better to expect the worst and hope for the best than to expect the best and be unprepared for the worst."

"I think you're right," she agreed, joining in with a laugh of her own. "I'm not going to suggest that we intentionally mess up a mission, but I wouldn't mind getting a reputation for being great at very typical missions. You know what I mean?"

"I do indeed," Artie confirmed, fighting the urge to laugh once more. People were missing and others hurt. It was a bit sadistic to find humor in tragedy, but one had to find a way to not brood all of the time.

"Regardless, this is our mission now. Talk to Batchelder and let him know we're pulling up stakes a bit ahead of schedule. He shouldn't mind since his folks got all of the repairs done a couple days ago. Notify the crew and get the Bridge staffed. Thanks."

"Will do, Captain," Artie said rising from his chair. He prepared to leave, but stopped and turned to face the Captain. "How soon do you want to get underway? 1500? Earlier or later?"

She looked at the chronometer on her desk. "1500 is fine. Thank you, Artie."



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