Arrival

Posted on Tue Jul 31st, 2018 @ 5:40pm by Commander Abigail Prescott & Captain Horatio Refelian & Captain M'Mira & Lieutenant Bradley Damon
Edited on on Mon Sep 3rd, 2018 @ 3:40pm

1,695 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Mission 1: The Return to Faltan
Location: Faltan Station Transporter room
Timeline: MD02 - 1700

Damon materialized on the station's transporter pad. Inside the room was the transporter operator and 2 security officers.

Damon stepped down and presented his orders and id to the senior security officer. "Lieutenant Bradley Damon requesting permission to come aboard."

The officer checked his orders and had the computer verify his identity. Handing back the items, he looked at the lieutenant, his new boss. "Welcome to Faltan Station sir. I'm Lieutenant JG Mathews."

Damon took back the items, and extended his hand. "Good to meet you Mathews. Once I'm settled, I'll meet the rest of the security department, probably in the next couple of days." When Mathews released his hand, "I should check in. Do you know where the Exec is?"

Suddenly the transporter room went dark. Emergency lights then came on. Stalking into the room came a five foot tall feline figure. Her sinewy figure cascaded across the floor. "Mathews," the figure chided, "I thought that I told you not to transport anyone until I gave the clearrrence. We could have blown out all of the powerrrr and there's too many cells that are interrrmittent as is."

Matthews gave a small nod over at the other person in the room. She looked the foot plus into the air and sniffed the air. "You'rrrre a normal human. Who are you?" Her head titled curiously. In the dim light and from the rolled "r"s, it was fairly evident to Damon that he was being questioned by a female Caitan.

"Lieutenant Bradley Damon, chief of security." He looked at her.

"Well, Lieutenant Damon, you'rrre a bit late to the parrrty." She yawned once and then continued. "And therrrre is much to discuss. Perrrrhaps I should allow the Captain to brief you, though." She moved over to a panel in the wall and fiddled with some wiring. The lights came back on. Returning back to Damon, M'Mira said, "I am Lieutenant M'Mira, Chief of Operations and Second Executive Officerrrr. Welcome to Falton Station."

Mint walked into the transporter room, a scowl on her face. "What was that? Power across the station just flickered and I traced the source here." She looked around the room, noticing M'Mira by a wall panel, a new face standing near the transporters, and three others. "Wait... did you just transport down?"

Before Damon could answer, M'Mira piped up. "Yes, Commander, he did. I do not yet know who started the transport but I just had words with Lieutenant Mathews. Thankfully, therrre was no perrrmanent damage."

Mint pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "I think we may have to disable power to the transporters until we can stabilize the power grid. Then, and ONLY then, will we bring ONE transporter online," she said to M'Mira. Then she turned her attention to the newcomer. "Commander Abigail Prescott, Executive Officer and Chief Engineering Officer. I'm sorry, but I've been so tied up with repairs that I haven't seen your file yet. Who might you be?"

"Lieutenant Bradley Damon, commander, your new chief of security." Damon stood ramrod straight as he addressed the senior officer.

"At ease. My back hurts just looking at you standing like that," Mint shook her head as she spoke. "Now," she narrowed her eyes at him, trying to bore into his brain. "Please explain to me why you felt the need to arrive via transporter instead of by shuttle as everyone else has? You do know that this is a derelict station in maintenance mode?"

M'Mira let one canine show as she stifled most hints of laughter. For emphasis, she slouched and slinked towards Mint. Her friend might be stinky but she really knew how to handle this situation. Her green eyes gleamed at the Lieutenant, curious as to how he would respond to this interrogation.

Refelian stepped into the transporter room to check the progress of the repairs and noticed the new face. “Ah, Lieutenant Damon I presume, I’ve just been talking to your Commanding officer aboard the Oxford about you.” He said before looking at his Executive Officer and Chief of Operations. “I’m glad the three of you have met, in my office, all of you.” He said with a cheerful smile.

M'Mira gave a parting shrug towards Mint and with a flick of her tail, turned the rest of her body and headed to the Captain's office.

Mint bit back a sarcastic comment before giving Refelian a polite smile and nod. "Yes, sir," she turned to follow M'Mira as she spoke.

Damon followed the others as they headed to the captain's office. He hoped he'd have a chance to explain why he beamed in instead of using a shuttle.

After arriving in the Captain’s office, Refelian headed for his seat behind his desk. “Please, find a pew.” He said with a smile. “Commander M’Mira, any news on the missing admin team?”

"I don't know if you would call it news," M'Mira replied, using disgruntled drawn out words. "In one of the many corrupted files, I was able to recoverrrr a piecemeal message. It was to someone here at the station about desirrring a meeting at Faltan City." She hissed slightly, obviously not thrilled that she had not yet uncovered more. "Harrrdly useful, but something."

Harry nodded his understanding, “Its a lead, indeed. Perhaps something we can ask the Faltan’s when we meet with them.” Refelian said before turning to the new Chief of Security. “Lieutenant Damon, I believe you have received Starfleet’s mission orders about the missing Administrative team. Any ideas on how we could move forward with the investigation?”

Damon, sitting in a chair, looked at the captain. "Yes sir. Based upon the reports received, and my recommendations, they believe that a full department of security personnel, conduct a house by house search of the area."

M'Mira's mouth dropped slightly. Did he really suggest that? Has he no consideration for jurisdiction? M'Mira's audible low disapproving growl said more than her thoughts. "Captain, I would have to advise against that action. I am cerrrtain the Commander would agree. We have no jurrrisdiction over Faltan City. It would be one thing to search our station but such action would requirrre apprrrroval of Faltan City, would it not?"

She paused for another few moments. "Besides, we do not know if anyone in the City has had anything to do with this. Therrre is no basis. Add to that, it seems a violation of the Constitution of the Federrration?"

Mint arched an eyebrow. "In addition, we don't even know what or who we're looking for," she tilted her head to the right slightly as she spoke. There was so much more that she wanted to say, but reminded herself that she was the Executive Officer and therefore had follow decorum, so she bit her tongue and looked to Refelian for assurance that they were not going to violate jurisdiction and the Constitution of the Federation.

“I understand the Lieutenant’s viewpoint but both Commander’s have a good point. I would love to search every inch of the city but we don’t have any hard evidence to throw accusations around, especially when they aren’t the Federation’s biggest fans.” Refelian said before sighing heavily. “I know this is a difficult investigation but we need to keep chipping away at it. If there’s nothing else, dismissed.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, M'Mira grabbed her tail and stroked it reassuringly.

Mint nodded and stood to leave. "Oh, Captain," she said quickly, "I would like permission to turn the transporters off until we can finish ironing out the glitches in the power relay. Lieutenant Damon's use of the transporter nearly knocked out power to the entire station."

M'Mira nodded in agreement, avoiding Damon's eyes. "Several powerrr cells have been failing. I do not know the cause but I had to replace a couple in medical. Besides the dust, therrre's just something that does not feel rrrright about this station. I will want to rrrrun a level one diagnostic as soon as I can trrrust the computers enough to do it."

Refelian looked at both of his Command Team, “Go ahead. I’ll advise all departments that the transporter system will be off line for the foreseeable future. Any ideas how long?” He said directed at his Executive Officer.

"It all depends on how long it takes to get these power fluctuations under control," Mint shrugged. "Maybe a few days, maybe a week. I do believe the problem is to do with whatever is causing the power cells to fail."

“Commander M’Mira, are you wanting to replace all the power cells on the station?” The Captain asked his Chief of Operations.

"Maybe," she said thoughtfully. "I am concerrrned there may be something systemic that is causing the power cells to fail. If that is the case, we would be rrreplacing them all again. I just do not trust these computers," she grumbled.

“Any ideas for a long term solution?” Harry asked.

"Forrrr now, I will get the computers up long enough to run a station wide level 1 diagnostic. I will likely be checking it by hand by walking the entire station. Perrrrhaps there is something wrong in a rrrelay or the quantum rrrregulator is out of whack. I will find it, Captain. Have no fearrrr."

The Captain sighed, “A level one diagnostic will shut the station down again after getting her back up and running.” He said in frustration. “I know it needs to be done, just frustrating taking two steps forward and three back. Keep me posted. Anything else?”

"Unfortunately," Mint paused to sigh, "that is the way with bringing old stations back to life." She moved toward the door. "We will keep you informed of our progress, as Commander M'Mira and I are working jointly to get everything back in pristine order. Oh, and if you need me, I'm still living out of the Chief Engineers office. I've yet to get the executive officers office or my quarters straightened out, they are last priority for me. The rest of the quarters and offices are being worked on though."

 

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