Captain’s log, supplemental.

Calistoga remains in orbit of Zeadar-three. We have been here providing aid to the colonists for four days now. The medical supplies were well received and have been put to good use by Doctor Caade and his team in running several different primary care clinics. Our Engineering crews were able to offer asssitance in repairing a couple faulty power grids as well as getting their industrial grade replicator back in working order. It is sad to see the lingering effects of what took place here in the Deneb sector and its impact on these people but I feel we have truly contributed in a positive way to the lives of those living here – this is what being in Starfleet is all about. 

Our tactical team has been keeping an eye out for the pirates that we encountered but thankfully have not discovered anything of worry to date. We are fortunate that our quick thought out plan worked as we had hoped. I’m still feeling so proud of my new crew and the way they handled themselves in what was a very stressful situation. The fleet is aware of what took place and have sent some patrol ships to keep an eye on things. Overall, I am pleased that we were able to get out of that situation without lives being lost on either side. 

We will be departing this system tomorrow morning and zero-eight-thirty hours. I’ve invited the senior staff this evening to a private reception in the officer’s mess as a thank you for their hard work.

A good meal was enjoyed by all the senior staff, and they had broken up into smaller pairs now, continuing some small talk before wrapping up the evening,

“That was a good call on the fix for that replicator, Lieutenant Nahl. Saved my team at least a few hours of troubleshooting,” Hilga cheered her much younger colleague with the mocktail she was drinking. She was not a woman of many compliments but could dish them when warranted. 

“Thank you, Commander,” Nahl replied slightly meekly. “I can’t take all the credit, though. We lived for a couple of years on a remote mining colony, certainly different from my life on Trill. The colony had similar model replicators that were always breaking down too, and my dad would always have to repair them; he would bring me along with him – I took an educated guess as to what was wrong is all.”

“Well. You’ve got the brain of an Engineer, Lieutenant. I’m looking forward to working more with you.” Hilga tapped Jezria on the upper arm, near her shoulder a couple of times in a jovial fashion. 

“This Cali-class vessel sure is a joy to pilot. I think I could swerve us around pirates any day. Not that I want to run into pirates all the time, mind you. Do you think we’re going to encounter pirates very often?” Eddie stood off to the side with Calisto and Caade. The group was on the other side of the room from Hilga and Jezria.

“I hope not. This particular mission put us at the outer limits of our cargo haul range. We won’t normally travel this remote – at least, I hope not. We’re certainly cutting it close in terms of resupply and refuelling. It is best that we don’t encounter any more surprises on our way back to base before heading to Deep Space Seventeen.” Callisto took a sip of the hot tea she had replicated for herself before she crossed her arms.

“That being said. You did some impressive flying, Eddie – I heard the chatter of your evasive maneuvers all the way down in Sickbay.” Caade winked at Callisto, just out of sight of their flyboy. He wasn’t lying on the matter, though, as there had been chatter amongst the lower decks of just how impressive Eddie’s piloting had been.

“Seriously?! No way!!” Eddie’s already large and gorgeous baseline smile grew even bigger somehow. 

“Caade. Get you’re scalpel ready. We’ll have to deflate our young Lieutenant’s head here momentarily.” Callisto added, and the three of them laughed.

Raiem looked up from the table where he was still seated with Mayvilis and smiled as the three officers laughed. He was happy to see everyone getting along, for now at least. 

“I don’t know about you, Commander, but I am ready for a hot bath and a good ninety-minute therapeutic massage on the holodeck after all this,” Raiem stated with a huge grin. He played with his fork and some remaining food on his plate, a habit of his while conversing at the dinner table.

“Is that how you unwind? I was wondering. Not my idea of self-care. I’ll be spending a few hours in an intensive flight simulator; keep up my piloting skills,” Mayvilis looked up at the three officers as well. “I’ve even debated inviting young Eddie along, but I think that just won’t be as relaxing.”

“Listen. Whatever gives you some well deserved r-and-r, Commander. I do think that would absolutely make his day, though, if you did.” 

Mayvilis and he continued to discuss things amongst themselves for the next while, and the officer’s mess was filled with laughter several more times before the senior staff went their separate ways.