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Good evening, Cap and my fellow captains. Tonight I share with you a most curious tale that happened to the USS Elentari not long ago.
We had just arrived at DS9 for a much earned crew leave and were going over the docking procedures when Commander Alpha Three, my science officer, picked up an unusual energy spike from the Bajoran Wormhole. Soon after, communications with DS9 docking control were switched to command, and Captain Kurlands face appeared on screen.
"Kurland here", the DS9 commander started. "I know this is a little unorthodox but I'd like to request assistance from the USS Elentari in investigating a strange energy spike we detected from the Bajoran Wormhole, since you're the closest free ship in the area."
Agreeing to the request we moved near the wormhole, where we picked a faint distress signal in an unknown language. Tracking it to the source, we found a small crippled fighter of unknown design just outside the wormhole's rim. The ship sported a sleek constitution, with an elongated nose extending from the cockpit and two pairs of wings assembled behind it in an "x" shaped composition.
As the scans indicated the fighter posed no threat at its current state, we drew it over into the shuttle bay. From inside we rescued a half unconscious pilot in an orange flight suit and a partly wrecked robot that resembled, as my Security Chief put it, "an early 21st century trash can". The pilot was moved to the sickbay while Commander Ryhra P'zov, my chief engineer, set out to work on recovering any piece of useful information she could from the ship and the robot.
After about 2 hours Commander Fillo Shiadi, my Chief Medical Officer, reported that the ship's pilot had regained consciousness and was stable enough for a debriefing, although she'd need some time to calibrate the universal translator. I then headed down to the sickbay accompanied by my First Officer, Commander T'Lera Vuraris, and my Security Chief, Commander Bryan Gregg Devoto.
By the time we arrived, the universal translator was working as intended, but Commander Fillo warned me that the patient had shown elevated levels of stress and she had to administer a small amount of sedatives. As such, he could show some difficulties concerning his focus and discernment ("So he may not make much sense all the time is what you mean", added my Security Chief, earning a raised eyebrow from Commander T'Lera).
I started out with a few simple questions. I asked his name, to which he replied "Joran Kast." I then asked about his homeworld. "Chandrila", he said. A quick glance to my senior officers made me sure none of them had ever heard of such a world. "Maybe he means Shangri-La on Cestus III. Ask him about the Seagulls", Commander Bryan whispered to me. "Unlikely", replied Commander T'Lera in a low voice. "It would be logical to expect no need for the translator if he hailed from an Earth colony." She paused. "Although his physiology does seem to be human..."
"Commanders, hold those thoughts", I whispered with a subtle rise of my right hand. Then I turned to the pilot and asked if he remembered anything prior to his awakening in the sickbay.
Joran Kast stared at the ground for several seconds before answering. "I was flying to Hoth, I think Or from Hoth?" He squinted. "There was a blockade. The Empire had sent a fleet to strike back at the Rebel Alliance base " He then glared at me, visibly wary. "Were there any news of survivors? What is your allegiance? You don't wear imperial uniforms."
I made a reconciliatory gesture and spoke in a reassuring tone. "Calm down. I'm not sure to which empire you're referring, but I can assure you I'm not an enemy. My name is Admiral Arielle Verdrann, captain of the United Federation of Planets starship Elentari. We're part of an interstellar federal republic and hold no allegiance to any kind of imperial rule."
He seemed to calm down, but his wariness was replaced by confusion. "United Federation I don't think I Wait, you never heard about THE Empire? How far into the Rim is your Federation that a republic can still exist between words? And how is it that I've never heard of it?" He put his hands to his temples. "Oh, my head..."
"Captain, if I may interject", spoke Commander T'Lera. "The man seems to come from a place with unknown worlds ruled by an authoritarian empire. He is, or seems, human. It wouldn't be illogical to conclude he may have come from the Mirror Universe. His account does not completely match, but that could be due to his confusion. The empire he mentions may be the Terran Empire, and he may belong to a small dissident faction - the so called 'Rebel Alliance'."
"Unlikely", replied Commander Devoto in his best vulcan imitation tone. "The man doesn't even have a goatee."
"I fail to see the logic in that statement", replied the vulcan officer. "Where is the causality link between..."
"It was a joke, T'Lera!", cut the Security Chief. "You could benefit from being a bit less... 'vulcany' from time to time, you know?" He then glanced at my barely contained smirk. "The Captain's got it, see?"
"Let's get back to the topic at hand", I said, turning back to the pilot. "Mr. Kast, do you know how you ended up with your vessel crippled outside a wormhole's mouth?"
He started and looked at me. "I remember a flash... My astromech droid was malfunctioning from time to time the past few weeks, but nothing serious. I think it may have plotted a wrong hyperspeed course. I think I had just passed Corellia when I..."
The pilot was interrupted by a bright flash of light. The next moment, Q was standing among us in the medbay.
"I'm very sorry, ma chère capitaine!", said Q with a bewildered expression. "But I'm afraid this little interview has to be cut short. You are already wandering pretty close to a nasty lawsuit as it is."
There was another flash of light and, without another word, Q and the misterious pilot were gone. Soon after I got a hail from engineering.
"Captain", started Commander P'zov. "You're not going to believe this..."
"The ship and the robot have disappeared, gone in a flash of light", I answered.
There was a second of silence. "Ok... So you are going to believe this..."
"Meet me in the Ready Room in ten minutes, Commander. We'll talk more there", I said, closing the channel. "You three, come with me", I said to my present senior officers. "You're going to help me figure out what in the nine circles of hell I'm going to put in my report."
We had just arrived at DS9 for a much earned crew leave and were going over the docking procedures when Commander Alpha Three, my science officer, picked up an unusual energy spike from the Bajoran Wormhole. Soon after, communications with DS9 docking control were switched to command, and Captain Kurlands face appeared on screen.
"Kurland here", the DS9 commander started. "I know this is a little unorthodox but I'd like to request assistance from the USS Elentari in investigating a strange energy spike we detected from the Bajoran Wormhole, since you're the closest free ship in the area."
Agreeing to the request we moved near the wormhole, where we picked a faint distress signal in an unknown language. Tracking it to the source, we found a small crippled fighter of unknown design just outside the wormhole's rim. The ship sported a sleek constitution, with an elongated nose extending from the cockpit and two pairs of wings assembled behind it in an "x" shaped composition.
As the scans indicated the fighter posed no threat at its current state, we drew it over into the shuttle bay. From inside we rescued a half unconscious pilot in an orange flight suit and a partly wrecked robot that resembled, as my Security Chief put it, "an early 21st century trash can". The pilot was moved to the sickbay while Commander Ryhra P'zov, my chief engineer, set out to work on recovering any piece of useful information she could from the ship and the robot.
After about 2 hours Commander Fillo Shiadi, my Chief Medical Officer, reported that the ship's pilot had regained consciousness and was stable enough for a debriefing, although she'd need some time to calibrate the universal translator. I then headed down to the sickbay accompanied by my First Officer, Commander T'Lera Vuraris, and my Security Chief, Commander Bryan Gregg Devoto.
By the time we arrived, the universal translator was working as intended, but Commander Fillo warned me that the patient had shown elevated levels of stress and she had to administer a small amount of sedatives. As such, he could show some difficulties concerning his focus and discernment ("So he may not make much sense all the time is what you mean", added my Security Chief, earning a raised eyebrow from Commander T'Lera).
I started out with a few simple questions. I asked his name, to which he replied "Joran Kast." I then asked about his homeworld. "Chandrila", he said. A quick glance to my senior officers made me sure none of them had ever heard of such a world. "Maybe he means Shangri-La on Cestus III. Ask him about the Seagulls", Commander Bryan whispered to me. "Unlikely", replied Commander T'Lera in a low voice. "It would be logical to expect no need for the translator if he hailed from an Earth colony." She paused. "Although his physiology does seem to be human..."
"Commanders, hold those thoughts", I whispered with a subtle rise of my right hand. Then I turned to the pilot and asked if he remembered anything prior to his awakening in the sickbay.
Joran Kast stared at the ground for several seconds before answering. "I was flying to Hoth, I think Or from Hoth?" He squinted. "There was a blockade. The Empire had sent a fleet to strike back at the Rebel Alliance base " He then glared at me, visibly wary. "Were there any news of survivors? What is your allegiance? You don't wear imperial uniforms."
I made a reconciliatory gesture and spoke in a reassuring tone. "Calm down. I'm not sure to which empire you're referring, but I can assure you I'm not an enemy. My name is Admiral Arielle Verdrann, captain of the United Federation of Planets starship Elentari. We're part of an interstellar federal republic and hold no allegiance to any kind of imperial rule."
He seemed to calm down, but his wariness was replaced by confusion. "United Federation I don't think I Wait, you never heard about THE Empire? How far into the Rim is your Federation that a republic can still exist between words? And how is it that I've never heard of it?" He put his hands to his temples. "Oh, my head..."
"Captain, if I may interject", spoke Commander T'Lera. "The man seems to come from a place with unknown worlds ruled by an authoritarian empire. He is, or seems, human. It wouldn't be illogical to conclude he may have come from the Mirror Universe. His account does not completely match, but that could be due to his confusion. The empire he mentions may be the Terran Empire, and he may belong to a small dissident faction - the so called 'Rebel Alliance'."
"Unlikely", replied Commander Devoto in his best vulcan imitation tone. "The man doesn't even have a goatee."
"I fail to see the logic in that statement", replied the vulcan officer. "Where is the causality link between..."
"It was a joke, T'Lera!", cut the Security Chief. "You could benefit from being a bit less... 'vulcany' from time to time, you know?" He then glanced at my barely contained smirk. "The Captain's got it, see?"
"Let's get back to the topic at hand", I said, turning back to the pilot. "Mr. Kast, do you know how you ended up with your vessel crippled outside a wormhole's mouth?"
He started and looked at me. "I remember a flash... My astromech droid was malfunctioning from time to time the past few weeks, but nothing serious. I think it may have plotted a wrong hyperspeed course. I think I had just passed Corellia when I..."
The pilot was interrupted by a bright flash of light. The next moment, Q was standing among us in the medbay.
"I'm very sorry, ma chère capitaine!", said Q with a bewildered expression. "But I'm afraid this little interview has to be cut short. You are already wandering pretty close to a nasty lawsuit as it is."
There was another flash of light and, without another word, Q and the misterious pilot were gone. Soon after I got a hail from engineering.
"Captain", started Commander P'zov. "You're not going to believe this..."
"The ship and the robot have disappeared, gone in a flash of light", I answered.
There was a second of silence. "Ok... So you are going to believe this..."
"Meet me in the Ready Room in ten minutes, Commander. We'll talk more there", I said, closing the channel. "You three, come with me", I said to my present senior officers. "You're going to help me figure out what in the nine circles of hell I'm going to put in my report."
IDIC is the spice of life.
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