The Los Angeles was almost bristling with energy as it sped towards the last known of the Partheous, contact having been lost about 20 minutes before. On the bridge, everyone was focused on their tasks.

“Siobhan, any updates?” During this period, Fabien had dropped all the normal formalities he normally used. Brooke gave him a raised eyebrow but said nothing about his demeanor.

“No sir. We’re still about 15 minutes away and about 5 minutes from being in sensor range. Last known, Partheous reported that it was fighting two clumpships, both seeming to be modified with Borg technology.”

At this, the tension on the bridge increased. It was possible that they were fighting superships, with advanced Borg weapons and shields.

“Tom, rotating shield harmonics and phaser frequencies. Just in case, heaven forbid.”

“Aye sir. By the way, sir, the Sputnik also received the distress call and is responding, but they’re a few hours out, even at maximum warp. So we’re basically on our own.”

“Understood. Let’s just focus on doing our jobs. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Fabien took another sip of coffee and sighed. It was going to be a long day.