Posted on Thu Apr 14th, 2011 @ 6:18pm by Fleet Admiral Mike K`Wor Bremer & Vice Admiral James K`Temoc Bremer & Ensign Vortek & Master Chief Petty Officer Mark Branson & Chief Warrant Officer Xelonul Blackthorne
Edited on on Thu Apr 14th, 2011 @ 10:56pm

630 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Mission 75 - Time of Change
Location: SB400 Ops
Timeline: Following Winter's and Smith's posts
Tags: EVERYONE!

OFF: This is just a filler post/side plot, nothing major...just wanted to post something... lol

ON:



Mike had returned to Ops after briefing Commanders Winter and Coleman of their missions. Now, again, most of SB400's Command Crew were about to leave the station. He wasn't too concerned over the Saratoga's mission, or the Alabama and Luna's mission...however he did have concern for the Endeavor's. Sending a Nova class science ship deep into Romulan space was dangerous, even though the ship would be cloaked and the crew observing silent running protocols, if they were detected it would most likely mean capture, possibly death. However, the reason for the mission was important, trying to learn more about what happened to Ambassador Spock.

Mike sat at the Tactical 2 station and looked over the Endeavor's planned course to run along the Romulan border to the new colony on Tarod, then a quick high warp dash across the border toward where Romulus and Remus used to be. This way, for the majority of the trip the ship would be inside Federation space, then only inside Romulan space for the run toward Spock's last known location. It would add three days to the trip there, and three more to the trip back, but the safety factor made it worthwhile.

Also present in Ops was Captain Harrison at Tactical 1, Captain K'Temoc at Ops, Colonel Rico at Marine Ops, Chief Wright at Engineering, and a handful of junior officers and NCOs manning the other stations or moving about. With so many people assigned to individual missions, it was time for some younger crewmembers to step up...

Suddenly, the subspace comm beeped, "I've got an automated distress call from a ship, three light years away, bearing 281 mark 215. "K'Temoc announced.

"I have the ship on sensors." Harrison said, "It's a small ship, possibly a trading vessel. It's adrift, and the solar winds in that area are carrying it toward the Triangle."

As Mike nodded, K'Temoc jumped up, "I'll take care of it."

"Take Vortek, Blackthorne and Chief Branson with you." Mike replied.

K'Temoc nodded and quickly entered the closest turbolift, "Chief Branson, Warrant Office Blackthorne, Ensign Vortek, report to the Yorktown for immediate departure."




The Defiant Class USS Yorktown flew out of SB400's spacedoors then turned to port before accelerating away from the station, a moment later she increased speed to Warp Eight.

Chief Branson sat at the Conn, Warrant Officer Blackthorne at Engineering, and Ensign Vortek at Tactical 1. K'Temoc was in the Captain's Chair, and he looked over the latest sensor readings of the ship in distress.

After a quick trip, the Yorktown dropped out of warp five-million kilometers from the ship. At impulse, she maneuvered around the vessel to stand between her and the Triangle, just in case a pirate ship from within decided to jump on the ailing vessel.

"Vortek?"

The Vulcan ran though the sensor data, "Similar design to known trading vessels that operate in nearby sectors. Warp engines are offline, impulse engines appear damaged from an internal explosion. Minimal phasers. One photon torpedo launcher, but it appears blocked by old hull damage. Shields on par with Starfleet Class-8." Then, in the Vulcan way, he stated the obvious, "It is a tactically inferior vessel Captain."

K'Temoc smirked, then activated the comm, "Unidentified vessel, this is the Federation Starship Yorktown. We're here to assist you, please respond."

After a few moment, the view screen flashed from a view of the vessel and stars behind, to a heavyset Humanoid male with long bushy eyebrows. Before the even replied, K'Temoc slowly closed his eyes and shook his head...

"Hello...our ship is broken. We need help. Can you help make it go?"

"Oh no." Branson said quietly, "Pakleds..."


OFF:
-Mike

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