Post by miller11b on Jun 18, 2017 1:30:14 GMT
TZENKETH SECTOR
DEEP SPACE
S.S. JOLLY VULCAN
The bridge was quite. Only the helmsman was at his station, with everyone else sleeping or otherwise engaged. Such is the nature of private cargo vessels. Independent captains make their own rules, and as long as everyone gets paid, no one is inclined to mind. The helmsman yawned, and got up to go make another pot of coffee. A few more days and they'd arrive at Trill, then a week of shore leave. The helmsman grinned as he thought of the break.
An alarm sounded from the helm console. Abandoning his coffee attempt, the helmsman ran back to his station. The Jolly Vulcan's safety protocols had engaged and the freighter had dropped out of warp. The helmsman slapped the intercom. "Attention all hands, emergency, captain to the bridge."
Moments later, the captain arrived. "This had better be good kid," he growled as he came over to the helm. "What's going on?"
"Well Cap'n, the drive shut down. Sensors are showing a, er, thing. Computer isn't sure what it's looking at, and cut the warp as a precaution. I tried running scans, but our equipment ain't up for this."
"Hmm," the captain pondered. "This might be worth something. Get on the horn, contact the nearest Starfleet ship, tell them we found something and they need to send a ship to take a look."
"Do you want me to take us back out after that's sent?"
"Nah, I want to see what happens. There's always wealth in information kid. Park us in a safe spot, and make sure the recorders are on, I don't want to miss anything."
DEEP SPACE
S.S. JOLLY VULCAN
The bridge was quite. Only the helmsman was at his station, with everyone else sleeping or otherwise engaged. Such is the nature of private cargo vessels. Independent captains make their own rules, and as long as everyone gets paid, no one is inclined to mind. The helmsman yawned, and got up to go make another pot of coffee. A few more days and they'd arrive at Trill, then a week of shore leave. The helmsman grinned as he thought of the break.
An alarm sounded from the helm console. Abandoning his coffee attempt, the helmsman ran back to his station. The Jolly Vulcan's safety protocols had engaged and the freighter had dropped out of warp. The helmsman slapped the intercom. "Attention all hands, emergency, captain to the bridge."
Moments later, the captain arrived. "This had better be good kid," he growled as he came over to the helm. "What's going on?"
"Well Cap'n, the drive shut down. Sensors are showing a, er, thing. Computer isn't sure what it's looking at, and cut the warp as a precaution. I tried running scans, but our equipment ain't up for this."
"Hmm," the captain pondered. "This might be worth something. Get on the horn, contact the nearest Starfleet ship, tell them we found something and they need to send a ship to take a look."
"Do you want me to take us back out after that's sent?"
"Nah, I want to see what happens. There's always wealth in information kid. Park us in a safe spot, and make sure the recorders are on, I don't want to miss anything."