Bravo Fleet
“Fourth Fleet gave orders to rendezvous with you and give whatever assistance you required.” Jason replied slightly hesitantly. “We took the liberty of using an extra drive to get here as quick as possible given the current circumstances.”
“Approaching designated co-ordinates now.”
Lieutenant Stuart announced from the helm. “Picking up the USS Los Angeles on long range scan” added Tholakath.
“Signs of a recent engagement within the last 24 to 36 hours.”
As they dropped out of warp close to the other ship the young Cardasian spoke again. “She’s powering up her weapons and preparing to fire!”
“Who at?” Devron yelled.
“Us!”
“Shields!”
Devron turned his head to the left.
“Ensign Cho, can you raise them?”
The young Korean woman sent out a general message to establish contact with the other Federation vessel. But not before a phaser blast from the Los Angeles had struck them.
“I have them, Captain.”
“On screen.”
A head and shoulders view of Captain Oteng appeared on the main viewer at the front of the bridge.
“This is the USS Jaxartes, Lieutenant Devron, commanding.”
Brooklyn and Fabien exchange looks. “Well then; it’s a Federation starship, hopefully its crew will have some answers. It doesn’t look like any Federation starship I’ve ever seen.”
“Agreed. Well, let’s see what they say. Mr. Spencer, onscreen, if you would?” His tone was terse, betraying his emotions.
“Agreed. Well, let’s see what they say. Mr. Spencer, onscreen, if you would?” His tone was terse, betraying his emotions.
In the transporter room of the Jaxartes, Devron; PADD in hand, signalled to the crewman operating the controls that he was ready to beam over to the Los Angeles. Every atom of his body was disassembled and sent racing across the empty void between the two vessels, only to be reformed a second or so later on the a transporter pad aboard the Los Angeles.
“Lieutenant Devron reporting as ordered, ma’am.” He announced once is body was completely materialized. “Permission to come aboard?”
“Lieutenant Devron reporting as ordered, ma’am.” He announced once is body was completely materialized. “Permission to come aboard?”
Brooklyn looked at the transporter controls, sending a message informing the other ship that transport had been completed successfully. As they wrapped that up, they looked up at Lt. Devron. He looked human enough, but could not tell just from the outset.
“Lieutenant, welcome aboard the Los Angeles. I’m Commander Brooklyn Abramov, First Officer of the Los Angeles. This is Lt. Commander Siobhan Pearse, Chief Operations Officer, and our Chief Medical Officer, Commander Kadin Rehman; though he does prefer the title of ‘Doctor’ to his rank. It’s a pleasure to have you onboard.””Before we head to the bridge, I’m going to request that you submit for a blood sample; a routine precaution, considering. Doctor Rehman will administer it, and we can be on our way.”
“Lieutenant, welcome aboard the Los Angeles. I’m Commander Brooklyn Abramov, First Officer of the Los Angeles. This is Lt. Commander Siobhan Pearse, Chief Operations Officer, and our Chief Medical Officer, Commander Kadin Rehman; though he does prefer the title of ‘Doctor’ to his rank. It’s a pleasure to have you onboard.””Before we head to the bridge, I’m going to request that you submit for a blood sample; a routine precaution, considering. Doctor Rehman will administer it, and we can be on our way.”
Lieutenant Devron looked incredulous. “This…this seems irregular! I am who I say I am.”
Commander Abramov looked at the Lieutenant in an unimpressed manner. “Lieutenant. Consider what’s going on. Now, you can either take the test or you could make it exceedingly difficult.”
With that, Siobhan put her hand proactively on the phaser currently in its holster. “Lieutenant…” she said with an even tone.
Commander Abramov looked at the Lieutenant in an unimpressed manner. “Lieutenant. Consider what’s going on. Now, you can either take the test or you could make it exceedingly difficult.”
With that, Siobhan put her hand proactively on the phaser currently in its holster. “Lieutenant…” she said with an even tone.
At this, Lt. Devron nodded. “I will take it, Commander.”
“Wise choice. Doctor, you’re up.”
Doctor Rehman extracts a vial of blood, running it through his medical tricorder.
“Commander, the DNA checks out. No changeling ‘goo’ insofar as the test is concerned. He’s exactly who he says he is.”
Everyone exhales in relief. “Lieutenant, glad to see you here. I’m glad we’re not alone. I’ll take you to Captain Oteng; he’s quite anxious to meet with you.”
“Wise choice. Doctor, you’re up.”
Doctor Rehman extracts a vial of blood, running it through his medical tricorder.
“Commander, the DNA checks out. No changeling ‘goo’ insofar as the test is concerned. He’s exactly who he says he is.”
Everyone exhales in relief. “Lieutenant, glad to see you here. I’m glad we’re not alone. I’ll take you to Captain Oteng; he’s quite anxious to meet with you.”
“Thank you Commander. I’m very glad I could come assist.”
With that, Brooklyn escorts Lieutenant Devron to the Captain’s ready room.
Captain Oteng sits behind his desk in his ready room, playing with the soccer ball he keeps in there. He’s still waiting for word from his First Officer on whether or not Lt. Devron was the real deal. Suddenly, his combadge chirped.
“This is the Captain.”
“Sir, Lt. Devron checks out. We’re headed up now.”
“Thanks, Brooklyn. See you soon.”
He again began to juggle the soccer ball; it wasn’t to practice for something in particular…rather, he juggled to keep his mind occupied. The last few days had been difficult to say the least, and though things weren’t back to normal (hunting smugglers near the Trangle), he couldn’t wait for the moment when the Los Angeles was pulled off combat patrol and sent back to doing what it did best: finding smugglers and enforcing the law.
Soon, he was interrupted with the standard chime at his door. The moment of truth had arrived. He put the ball back on its pedestal, and turned toward the door. “Enter.”
“This is the Captain.”
“Sir, Lt. Devron checks out. We’re headed up now.”
“Thanks, Brooklyn. See you soon.”
He again began to juggle the soccer ball; it wasn’t to practice for something in particular…rather, he juggled to keep his mind occupied. The last few days had been difficult to say the least, and though things weren’t back to normal (hunting smugglers near the Trangle), he couldn’t wait for the moment when the Los Angeles was pulled off combat patrol and sent back to doing what it did best: finding smugglers and enforcing the law.
Soon, he was interrupted with the standard chime at his door. The moment of truth had arrived. He put the ball back on its pedestal, and turned toward the door. “Enter.”
