Professor Jacob Downy was sitting at his desk when he heard the explosion. Sighing, he stood up and walked into the classroom.
"Okay, what happened this time!" Jake shouted as he emerged from his office. He regretted speaking as soon as he was finished, as the smoke quickly entered his lungs. When he received no reply, he contacted the medical staff.
"An explosion occurred in my room. The cadets were probably messing with the small amount of tritium I keep for labs," Downy said into the com badge, "I'll investigate now." Walking over, he discovers that the explosion had indeed originated from the storage closet. However, whoever had set it off must have scurried away for they were nowhere to be seen. Walking back to his office, Downy started writing his report on the incident. Things were seeming normal until he sat down at his desk and heard the beep of an incoming transmission.
"Captain, how are you?" Admiral Quinn said as Downy answered the hail.
"I haven't been a captain in a long time admiral," Jacob replied, "but I have been doing fine, except for the fact that my students blew up my tritium for the fourth time this month."
"There's a reason I called you captain," Quinn said, "There has been an incident in Sector Six of the Klingon Neutral Zone that I want you to handle. If you are willing, report to my office at 1600 hours tomorrow, your crew has all been informed, and they alphabet all accepted."
"It would be nice working with them again," Jacob replied, "I'll see you there."
"Thank you, Jake, Admiral Quinn, out."
The computer voice chimes, "Transmission terminated." Standing up, Jake looked around his classroom one more time before leaving to hand in his transfer orders.
(OoC: You may make your Roleplaying whatever you want, just please try to find a way to eventually integrate it.)
The captain tapped his fingers with boredom on the sides of his chair on the bridge. His First Officer, Terik, keep snatching sideways glances at him, finally daring to break the ice.
"Captain N'Varo," The female Romulan said curtly, the only sound in the bridge besides the constant humming of the engines. "Your presence is not needed on the bridge. You could rest in your quarters."
"Negative, Lieutenant N'vek." The captain replied with a little weariness in his voice. "This is a very important post along the neutral zone border." He leaned in closer to her and lowered his voice. "At least that's what the crew's to think."
"I understand, Captain." Lt. Terik nodded, a slight smirk crossing her face. The computer chirped at her display. "Incoming communication from..." She paused in a moment of disbelief. "The Praetor himself."
"On the screen."
A stern faced Praetor Hiron came on the main display. Captain N'Varo stood and opened his mouth to give greetings. The Praetor cut him off.
"Captain, your Bird is the closest to an odd energy source detected in sector six of the Klingon Neutral Zone. You are to investigate."
"With all due respect," the captain said after a pause, "there are many ships closer. Why is it you want a Warbird to investigate?"
"Because of the Federation ship already en route. They are already closer than you, so depart immediately, and stand by for further orders." The display cut out. The captain sat back down and gave the crew orders to go to the given coordinates at maximum warp.
"I don't like this. I think he knows what energy signature that is, and that's why he needs a Warbird. To retrieve or destroy it, I don't know." The captain spoke softly, laced gently with suspicion. "Klingon neutral space, no less."
"What do you make of the Federation's interest in it?" Lieutenant Terik asked him.
"I guess we'll find out."
OoC: Hoping I'm not stepping on anyone's toes by introducing the Romulan's interest in whatever Q left behind, or by setting the date by using a real Praetor.