Going Fishing

Posted on Sat Apr 30th, 2011 @ 7:38am by Lieutenant K`Wor & Ensign Brandy Ragen

498 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 75 - Time of Change
Location: Bridge
Timeline: Before Bremer's Post

USS Saratoga
Main Bridge

Commander James Winter had briefed his senior staff and was prepared to depart. Relations with the Tholians were never cordial and in fact the Federation had a lengthy cold war with them only made matters that much more interesting to the mix.

The Typon Pact was in Winters's mind, a deliberate counter to that of the UFP-Klingon Alliance. Am alliance the Romulan Empire has long sought to disrupt at various points thru out the alliance's storied history.

He was ready to take his ship out.

"All Hands, make sail." When Winter said that usually the crew assigned to Saratoga knew the ship was going to head out.

The only two who were unware were quickly educated on how things happen differently on board the ship than on the station.

Lieutenant Thorin, the Andorian First Officer stood over the helm station as Winter sat down in his chair. "Clear our departure with operations, Mister K'Wor stand by cloaking operations once we clear the outer-marker."

Winter also issued orders. "Ensign, port and starboard thrusters at station keeping, aft thrusters on standby."

Ensign Reagan was quickly running her hands over her console. "Helm Standing By Captain."

"Very Well." Winter said.

"Ops has given us clearance to depart." Archer said from his station at the front of the bridge.

"Take us out, aft thrusters until we clear the space doors then punch up to one quarter impulse until we clear the system." James ordered.

Brandy manipulated the console before her as expertly as a surgeon, she was used to piloting shuttles and runabouts, but getting handpicked to serve on an AKIRA-class vessel specifically the SARATOGA completely changed her outlook on her career. Moving from shuttle pilot to starship helm officer was quiet a jump.

Ensign Lee spoke up from the side of the bridge, where had a intelligence station. "All Information pertaining to recent Tholian Activity has been received."

"Good, you and mister Thorin will review it until we arrive."

"We are clear of the outer marker sir."

"Engage the Cloak."

Out in space if anyone was passing by and seen a shimmering object they would have witnessed an unusual site, a Federation vessel Cloaking.

"Cloaking Device is operating within normal parameters." Archer said.

"Good, Increase Speed to Warp Eight and set a course for the Federation Tholian Border."

Thorin sat down. "You do know who operates on their side of the Border?"

"General Tozrax." Winter said. The Good general had plenty of experience with 400's crewmembers and indeed had harassed many over the decades including the possibly of tangling with James Kirk but that was not confirmed or denied by Starfleet Intelligence.

Tactical Operations had to keep a close eye on the General.

Thorin nodded. "He won't be a happy camper as your human saying goes."

"No, But I hope he won't know we're there."

"Course plotted and Laid in." Ensign Ragen said.

SARATOGA was on her way to dance with General Tozrax and his merry men.

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