USS Pioneer
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Posted on 26 Feb 2019 @ 08:21 by Commander Ian Reeves D.Env.
Edited on on 03 Apr 2019 @ 11:21

Mission: Scylla and Charybdis
Location: Captain's Quarters
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 0323

It was pitch black in the bedroom when the commbadge on his nightstand sounded. Being in Stardock it was constantly lit around the ship and so the windows were kept blocked in the bedroom and the lights were out. He untangled himself from his wife carefully as the badge chimed a second time. He sighed as he fumbled around the table looking for it and when he grasped it he squeezed it gently.

"Go ahead," he said, before yawning.

"Sir, it's Chief Curr on the bridge. Urgent message from Task Force Command shall I forward it to your quarters?" he asked.

"Yes, please," he said, starting to sit up on the edge of the bed.

"It's waiting when you're ready sir, bridge out," the Chief said, the line disconnecting.

"Computer lights fifteen percent," he ordered, getting to his feet. He grabbed his boxers and a t-shirt from the floor and pulled them on before he slowly walked toward the door into the living area of their quarters. He hoped that he didn't wake Nandi from her sleep.

"Computer close the shades and bring lights up to sixty percent," he ordered, as he entered the living room. He was cognizant that anyone in the bay might be able to look through their windows and nobody really needed to see him in his boxers besides his wife. He sat down at the desk and saw the logo of Task Force 72 on the screen signaling that his call was on hold. He sat close to the desk and hit the button on the keyboard.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Ian asked.

"Good morning, Commander Reeves," Gareth said amiably enough. His rigid face seldom flexed beyond a terse smile. "I trust you have found the Pioneer to be satisfactory?"

"Our engineering department with the help of the starbase construction teams have been working out the last of the bugs. However, she is a wonderful ship, sir."

Gareth grunted in what could have been either a chuckle or a groan. "Well, we plan to put you to work immediately. A civilian astronomical survey has been studying a unique stellar mass within the Scylla Nebula several parsecs beyond Omega Antares. Aside from a few distant Ratarian patrols and Ferengi freighters, there hasn't been much to report in that God-forsaken sector for over a year -- until now. Private security assets in the area are en route to the nebula, but I'm sending you to assess and report on the situation."

"Why the change now, sir?" Ian asked, confused. He was a bit worried he'd missed something out of drowsiness and didn't want to give his new boss a bad impression.

"The last transmission from the scientific survey claimed first contact with somethimg inside the nebula, of all things," Gareth said, "but civilians are known to cry wolf. The Scylla Nebula is uninhabited and otherwise unremarkable save for a few nascent stellar masses. Occam's Razor says the researchers probably encountered a sensor glitch or comm echo in their systems, but we need to respond nonetheless. At best it's only a snipe hunt, but be prepared to render aid if needed. If there is an improbable anomalous event, the private security assets will be nearby to provide support. The rest of the details are in the OSI dossier."

"We will respond immediately, sir," he said, about to stand until he remembered he had nothing but boxers on below the desk. "I'll advise when we make contact with the ship."

"Very good. Starbase 72 out." Gareth began to shuffle PADDs, already moving on to his next task, when the transmission shut off.

Ian sat for a moment looking at the control panel for the ship's comm system on the screen. After he got some thoughts together he sighed and then depressed a button activating an internal channel. "Captain to Bridge."

"Bridge, Duty Officer, go ahead sir," a female voice answered.

"Crew to stations, begin making all preparations to get underway, and all senior staff to the conference room on Deck 1," he ordered.


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