((Cetacean Ops, Bakersfield))

Stu couldn’t sleep, everytime he closed his eyes the flutter of motion and the large purple and gray massive eel like creature would lunge at him. The events of that morning had already begun to haunt him.

He had been successful in locating the coordinates of the Azetbur under the ice though. And he assumed that everyone else on the ship would be working on a way to rescue the ship. The plasma field that was scattering sensors and preventing direct transporter locks was already starting to subside. The fact remained, they didn’t even know if anyone was left on the Klingon ship.

The Narwhal shook off the memories of being chased and attacked by the large creature down in the ocean below and accessed the filed from his headset during the mission.

“And whats this, asymmetric rhythmic vibrations from within the forward hull of the ship? That indicates their people in there…people that are talking.” Stu said before slapping his comm badge with his flipper.

“This Stu to the Bridge, I’ve been reviewing the sensor scans from yesterday. I think there still might be Klingons alive on the Azetbur.”