14-4
Posted on Jun 11, 2014 @ 5:26pm by Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Edited on on Jun 11, 2014 @ 5:32pm
Mission: USS Pendragon
“14-4”
Location: USS Acreman NCC-1315
Stardate: 21.40601
Scene: Bridge
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“Status?” Mav asked stepping out onto the bridge. It was darker than before, the changes in The bridge were functional only but they were enough to change the impression when you walked onto it. He’d donned a uniform, since most of the crew were now trusted military officers and enlisted transferred from the perdition and a few other ships that had popped up now and then since the refits had started.
First to go had been the standard torpedo launchers that the ship had been equipped with. They’d been replaced with launchers that would handle anything in Starfleet’s current inventory. With the new launcher came a re-supply of torpedoes. The energy weapons had been upgraded to current standards as well. A portable dry-dock had been brought in to overhaul the nacelles. The ship still didn’t have transwarp, but the engines were far more efficient than before increasing her top speed and power efficiency.
“General, Ablative Armor test in 10 minutes” came the report from the Lieutenant that was sitting at operations. Warp core will be online in one standard day.
“Very well, carry on.” He looked around at all the military faces on the bridge. After months of being a volunteer largely civilian crew it was strange to see this level of efficiency again.
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2 Hours later
Conference room 1
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“You asked to see me Admiral?” Mav asked walking into the conference room to see the older man sitting in one of the chairs, gazing out the window.
“I just had a very strange conversation with my ship’s cook. Seems he wants to transfer aboard and assist your mission.”
“I really don’t need a cook. Replicators and meal rations work just fine in between layovers.”
“He is no ordinary cook. I don’t like what he did, but I understand his reasoning, especially given certain recent events. You still have Psi level security clearance right?”
“Yes, anyone that served on the Prophecy has that level.”
“Theres another D-jump capable ship out there. Her home port in an out of the way secret base that nobody has heard of, and if they have it would be forgotten as unimportant. My cook strongly suggests you head to this base, he has claimed you will find what you are looking for there.”
“He is an intelligence officer isn’t he.” It really wasn’t a question but a conclusion.
“Yes. Commander Drake. Or one of them I presume.” He waved his hand to cut off the obvious question Mav would bring up next “Lets put that bit on hold for now right? This ship will be completed by early tomorrow. She still isn’t the most advanced or modern ship, but her survivability has been increased by tenfold over what she was. Also I want you to keep in contact with me, especially if anything strange comes up. I still think something is going on, and I can’t put a finger on it.”
“Send Drake aboard. And as for your feeling, after 2 dominion wars, encounters with the Calnarians, the Thal, Borg separatists, and every host of other bad guys out there, trust your gut. If you think something is going on, then there probably is.
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Two days later
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“We are being hailed.” It really hadn’t taken long, While the Acreman was now equipped with a phased-cloaking device, Mav had opted not to mask their final approach to the out of the way secret base that now had 2 large ships docked here. One he recognized as a Legend class Explorer. The other looked like an old, beat up, extremely modified Excalibur class, which was interesting since the class had only been introduced a few years ago. If he had to guess the ship on the viewer was at least 50 years old, and had been modified over those years with alien technologies and old scars were visible everywhere along its hull.
“Scanners off.” He ordered making everyone on the bridge look at him. “navigational sensors only. You will take no readings of the ships in dock or the base itself. Put the hail on screen.”
“Aye sir.” The ensign who he didn’t know the name of at the Operations station complied, and the image of the approaching base was replaced by a Starfleet officer he didn’t recognize, but facial give always stated they weren’t pleased to see their arrival.
{{USS Acreman, you have entered restricted space. State your intentions and transmit your security codes.}}
“Lieutenant, this is Brigadier General Bret Maverick, in command of USS Acreman, we have no hostile intentions, and have limited out sensor sweeps to navigational only. And as weird as this may sound, my ship’s cook told us to come here.”
{{Standby Acreman, come to full stop and await further instructions. Failure to comply will mean your destruction.}}
“Tactical reports that they have weapons lock on us. Without sensors we don’t have a count of how many or where they are.”
“Acknowledged Lieutenant, Helm all stop.”
The screen blanked out for a bit before coming back online with the same Lieutenant. {{General Maverick, you and your cook will be welcomed aboard. Stand by for transport.}}
Mav was shocked when he materialized on the base’s transporter platform. He was expecting the Lieutenant on the comm, or whatever Admiral or Commodore that command had exiled out here, Never did he expect to see a 65 year old Peter, and a 35 year old Kyle standing there. “Ok, this is a story I’ve got to hear. But not sober. Where is the bar?” He said before walking out of the room.
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Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Chief Engineer
USS Pendragon
E: swiften@yahoo.com
