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Hello and welcome BACK to our writers' challenges! I am so excited to bring these back to the forums for y’all!
Today we start the two-week run of the eighth Literary Challenge: Unknown Anomalies
You and your crew have been ordered to rendezvous with peace delegates from the opposite faction aboard a Federation starbase orbiting Corinth IV. On route to the meeting, your Chief Operations Officer informs you that an unknown anomaly has appeared off the starboard bow, 33 parsecs away. The diplomat in you reminds you that you cannot be late for the meeting, while the explorer in you reminds you that you cannot pass up an opportunity to explore. What do you do? If you do choose to waver off course to explore, what do you find? Write a Captain's Log entry letting us know.
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The USS Froot Loop is en route to peace talks at a nearby Federation starbase. We have detected an anomaly that is slightly off our course. Given my experience of completing prior missions and trusting in my instincts, I have decided that this anomaly is most likely a side quest. Such side quests usually disappear with the resolution of the main quest, which of course is arriving at the talks. Therefore, I am ordering my helmsman to alter our course to stop at the anomaly along the way. I am confident that a typically staffed Federation starbase will have personnel with enough diplomatic training to handle the situation should we be delayed.
Captain's log, supplemental:
We have arrived at the anomaly. It is... nothing. There is a section of the universe that we can see, but simply not enter. Hours have been spent scanning the anomaly with every sensing device at our disposal. Probes launched at this "invisible wall" simply stop. We have traveled several lightyears and find this wall to be a perfect plane that we cannot pass -- it just seems to go on forever.
Betazed is on the other side of this wall. There has been no communication. I fear the worst. I am keeping the situation a secret from the general crewmen. I do not wish to start a panic. I have reported the anomaly to Starfleet and advised them to seek the counsel of Q, who seems to be in a social mood this month.
The USS Froot Loop has resumed course for the peace talks. They seem quite moot now. The delay was considerable. I doubt I'll be getting my white jacket today.
Sargon arched an eye brow as the Shake down Cruise of the BellPhone Class
" Was interrupted.
By the Chimes of the Bridge Wing Office fit for a Fleet Science Captain of fine Sundered Stock. A Mid tall Vulcan extract with a Klingon Esque beard with Monk beads.
Sargon looked up from re-evaluating Amr Signs research not meant for the likes of Adm Quinns.
Re-reading Department efficiency Reports Sargon moved small figurines on the Desk Chess board..
Department Heads Status and DOFF behavioural Analysis
Reports were proofread then encoded translated prepared for Adm T'nae's Im not an Undine honest program.
The Command to enter was given and EXEC Sarvik lead the Cast of Seniors in
Take you seats i must complete this task. The Captain moved a DOFF to QKn 3
Your Bishop is in peril. Sarvik noted.. as the Captain TAC made a counter move and hit the timer.
Engineer make your move team Chess in three dimensions may be our new gift to our foes.
Captain the Brinkmanship will gain us much merit with Command but we have a rare opportunity to scan an Anomaly.
We Do? Fascinating. Taking up the Roster Tablet.. Ready the Shuttles Alamo and Paris..
Send Ensign Rickey [yes yes good choice]as Security, O'reilly as Engineer and Schnitzel the new Tellarite Science officer.. Set Paris as a rely to us as we continue to the Diplomatic meeting.
Yes, we are not going to Betazd or Feringor..
[the captains tried a small joke]
Go over you notes for the Culture and update your assessments .. and look for any sign of Section 31 or the Insurrection movement mentioned by Captain Picard. [trying a Certain dialect]
IT's impossible to roll the R Captain Check.. The Cat Tac grined,
Sargon finished the updates in LAtin with the left hand and french in the right.. And Spun the Tablets around . .then Moved to CheckMAte with his Kings Knight,
Corinth IV has a satisfactory plomeek soup stock up the Mess... The delegates must be scanned fro undine infiltration Savicki leave this delicate matter to you. If you fail we will be shamed P'JEm will disavow us.
We Aneair like Anomalies my i lead the Research Team?
Very well a Senior officer is prudent council..
Numba One, Make it so.
the Staff left with small talk..
the Engineer "Toni" adjusted her hem.. "Did i ever tell you the time i made my Academy crush a
"Robbie the Robot" it went amok and fell into an alternate dimension called Milleniuam city.
Per Starfleet orders I've brought the Stockdale out toward the last known location of the U.S.S. Osiris. Captain Fornik was en route to Starbase 191 in the Corinth system for a meeting with Ambassador S'Tarn, who represents a large Romulan faction opposed to Empress Sela. The situation is delicate, as they are no friends of the Federation, but it was hoped that the recent incidents that appear to involve the Iconians would demonstrate that we have a common enemy.
Unfortunately the Osiris never arrived, and we have been unable to contact it. We have a general location based on the last known transponder reading, and my Science Officer assures me that once we're in the general vicinity, we'll be able to track their engine emissions and pinpoint their location.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
We've been following the trail of the U.S.S. Osiris for two hours now. For most of that time the trail has been exactly what you'd expect from a ship heading to Corinth IV. But then, around 10 minutes ago, it veered almost directly starboard. At approximately the same time, my Science Officer informed me that our instruments detected an unknown anomaly approximately 33 parsecs directly starboard. The logical conclusion is that Captain Fornik chose to alter course and investigate the anomaly, though that would have been a direct violation of orders. Nevertheless I will refrain from drawing conclusions before I have more information. I've ordered Yellow Alert and told the crew to take no unnecessary risks. I've also raised shields as an extra precaution.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
We are now within 4 parsecs of the anomaly. Unfortunately my Science Officer isn't able to give me any more information about it. Sensor scans return either nothing at all or readings so variable they are meaningless. I ordered a class one probe to be sent into the anomaly, but as soon as it reached the approximate location of the anomaly's "edge" it stopped transmitting. We will approach the anomaly, but slowly.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
We have come within 2 million kilometers of the anomaly, and yet we still don't know anything more about it than when we first detected it. However, my Chief Engineer believes she can modify a class one probe with better shielding and an upgraded transmitter so that it can hopefully survive in the anomaly, and send us some useful data. This is expected to take 4 hours, so we will launch the probe in the morning.
The engineering team has finished modifying the class one probe, and we are now launching it. We expect the probe to reach the boundary of the anomaly in 2 hours. I have ordered thrusters at station keeping, but the helmsman has orders to warp us 5 parsecs out should sensors detect anything remotely dangerous.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
Our probe did not survive the trip into the anomaly, but it did manage to transmit information before it was destroyed. It could be weeks before we have a real understanding of the anomaly. I have transmitted the data to Starbase 191 so that their research teams can assist in deciphering...whatever this is.
One other, more disturbing, thing: the probe recovered the log buoy from the Osiris and transmitted the log contents back before it ceased functioning. Captain Fornik's log entries answer a number of questions. I've attached an audio copy here.
Based on a preliminary analysis by my Science Officer, it is very likely that the Osiris would not have experienced the side effects had they simply raised their shields, as we did, prior to approaching the anomaly.
NOTE: BELOW ARE THE LOG ENTRIES FROM CAPTAIN FORNIK
We are en route to Starbase 191 in the Corinth system for a diplomatic meeting with Romulan Ambassador S'Tarn. Sensors have detected an unusual anomaly roughly 33 parsecs off our starboard bow, but we have a schedule to keep. I have logged the precise location so that we can swing by once we're finished at Starbase 191 and check it out.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
Our original intent was to give the anomaly a pass, but I've had a change of heart. Our readings of this anomaly are almost nonsensical. This is too unique to pass up. I thought my senior officers would resist, but if anything they are more excited than I am.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
We are now less than a parsec from the anomaly. Sensor readings still make little sense. The anomaly seems to be putting off a tremendous amount of energy, but we can't be sure as we can't identify the actual type of energy.
Dr. Hendrick tells me the crew is experiencing a higher-than-normal incidents of headaches, but admits this could just be a random event. I'm inclined to agree, at least for now.
I confess to a growing level of excitement as we get closer to what appears to be a unique space-time event!
Captain's Log, supplemental.
This anomaly is SO COOL! It's just pouring out...hell, we don't know what it's pouring out, but there sure seems to be a lot of it. My XO, Commander Hartford, wants to hold a shipwide contest to name the stuff, but I think we should wait until we figure out what it's for.
We're having an anomaly party in Ten Forward tonight. I'm totally going to hit on that new Lieutenant in Astrometrics.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
Okay, so I get to be in charge of posters, because I wanna and I'm the Captain. Billy gets to make snacks, Jeni is going to make some awesome punch, and Varga is doing...I dunno, some stupid origami crap.
I got the replicator to make crayons and I am drawing, like, the biggest picture of the anomaly ever. It'll be the first thing anyone sees at the party. It's gonna be awesome.
Party. In minutes. Party party party. Anomaly! Nom nom nom nomaly! Yay!
Red. Going. Book. No INSURANCE! Ping ping ping ping OCELOT! Overfarb. No LONG. Rough traffic! Or melodrama. TUESDAY! All verdant porcupines. SO DON'T EAT ONE!
Krovennan was on the way to a diplomatic talk to allow civilian transports carrying medical supplies to systems in Klingon-controlled space, the one he was meeting with, a repulsive Klingon known as Lt General Dorg, was waiting for him at the agreed location above Corinth IV, but Commander Anderson Noe Torbert, his Astrometrics Officer, had picked up an uncategorized anomaly while testing his new sensor upgrades.
"I'm not sure sir, its between us and th station but we'd have to take a large detour, we may not make it in time. What shall we do Vice Admiral?"
Krovennan leaned back in his chair, hands clasped together loosely over his chest, Krovennan should not have bheen here anyway, he had gained his ranks through combat and tactics, his ship was bristling with enough weaponry and experimental systems to annihilate a small starbase on its own, and yet because of his role as diplomatic go-between between the Federation and the Vilscaran Empire, he was always called to such things.
Krovennan's hip was hardly designed with the intention of scanning anomalies, but the anomaly was just a little too perfectly placed, Krovennan suspected a trap by the Klingons. After some deliberation Kovennan sat up again to voice his decision.
"Dorryd, divert course to intercept the anomaly, Dale, put the Lt General on screen, Engineering, warp 9 and shields up, divert power from non-essential systems if you must."
"Sir, the Lt General is rceiving our hail."
The streaking stars on the screen were replaced by the scowling face of Lt General Dorg, from the greasiness of beard Krovennan could tell Dorg had been in the middle of dinner before receiving his hail. Krovennan kept his face stright and stood up from his chair, approaching the screen slowly. Krovennan did not like Dorg, the Klingon was hoping to use the Federation's stance to make sure the deal was heavily in the Klingons favour, Krovnennan did not plan to let him get away with it.
"What is it Vice Admiral? Small talk is not something I am interested in passing up a meal for."
"Well then allow me to speak and you'll get your dinner, I am calling to inform you that we will not be able to make it to Corinth IV at the agreed upon time, we must divert course to investigate an anomaly that has appeared on our sensors."
"Is that so? Maybe I dont believe you, perhaps I should simply calll off the negotaitions now and turn my ship around. You will arrive on time Vice Admiral."
"Will I now? I did not realise fortelling the future was a trait among Klingons, Tallasa make a note in the database of that will you?"
"Your wit will not help you here vice Admiral, if you wish these talks to go forward you will disregard that anomaly and continue on your course for Corinth IV, maybe I'll be gratuitous enough to still consider negotiating after this."
"Lt General Dorg, I am a Vice Admiral of Starfleet and representative of the Vilscaran Empire's interest in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, do not presume to command me in this matter, I attend these talks merely by the request of Starfleet and the Federation. We very well could have not informed you of this development and left you waiting at the table looking like a fool, but instead we thought it courteous to inform you. Perhaps we were mistaken. Besides, you seem very adamant we do not divert to a simple anomaly for a few hours at most, perhaps there is something you are not telling me?"
Dorg's eyes narrowed in anger, before he screamed something in Klingon and slammed his fist against a nearby Bridge console, the red metal resounded with a loud clang against Dorg's metal plated fist. Dorg walked up to the screen, got as close as he could and glared at Krovennan in anger.
"How dare you dispute my honour you worthless filth! The Klingon Empire does not require such trickery to destroy the Federation. I was told to not return until we met at the bargaining table, but no-one will dispute I did my duty if I arrive and you do not. Besides, the Federation does not attack civilians, these talks are nothing but a waste of time. If you are not at the table by the time we arrive, I will return to my ship and destroy the Federation starbase at Corinth IV for your arrogance, we will send armed escorts with each freighter and we will destroy any Starfleet lackey that stands in our way!"
Now it was Krovennan's turn, unlike Dorg, he did not scream and slam pices of shi ship, he merely walked closer until he and Dorg may as well have been staring at each other through a pane of glass.
"Strong Talk Dorg, but ultimately foolish, you forget one small detail, I ultimately answer to the Vilscaran Empire, and unlike the Federation, we do not jeopardize our position in the pursuit of unattainable diplomacy, if you so much as look at any of the people on that station in a threatening manner, I will declare the negotiations a failure, and call for Vilscaran Military tactic Manna Der'svarn 789-1, immediately declaring the borders to your worlds off limits to civilians.
As a result of this, any freighter seeking to supply your worlds, your people, or your ships shall be fired upon and if necessary, destroyed. Should the Federation refuse I will call upon the vessels of the Vilscaran Empire under the Sorinval City Diplomatic Powers Act, declaring your actions as an act of aggression against the Vilscaran Empire and her interests. I say again, you so much as look at someone on that station the wrong way, not only will I destoy any ship trying to pass the borders, I will personally hunt down your ship and destroy it as recompence.
It is my turn to make demands Lt General, you will wait for us while we investigate this phenomenon and your weapons shall power down upon arrival to the station and they shall stay powered down. You shall beam down with the agreed upon accompaniment upon our arrival and te negotiations shall proceed as planned."
Dorg was taken aback slightly at this outburst, believing the Federation to be cowardly, some of Krovennan's officers glanced to each other in the deafening silence, they knew Krovennan would not make an empty threat. Dorg stepped back to his original position, Krovennan however, opted to stay where he was, hands behind his back, chest pushed outwards, staring at Dorg until the Klingon finally spoke up after what seemed like hours.
"You would not dare fire upon civilians Vice Admir-"
"Would I not? Are you willing to take that chance? Are you willing to return to your leaders and explain the bodies of thousands of Klingons I would litter across the sector? Are you willing to risk yet another war to add to the ones fought already? If not, you will wait. Now tell me Lt General Dorg, what shall you do?"
Dorg stepped back somewhat and looked to his own crew, Krovennan was sure at least some of them had family working on civilian freighters, evident by their intens staring at their commanding officer, Dorg looked to the side for a moment, before answering.
"Very well Vice Admiral, we will wait at the starbase for you, and I will see to it our ship's weapons shall be disarmed while in the vicinity of Corinth IV."
"I'm glad we could come to an agreement Lt General, I hop the negotiations go so smoothly so that we may have a mutually beneficial agreement. We will contact the station when we are finished and proceed with all due haste."
As the screen returned to an image of streaking stars, Krovennan merely gazed at the viewscreen for a while before returning to his chair.
"Engineering, engage Slipstream Drive, I want to be at that anomaly three hours ago. Gyzit, take more power from non-essential systems, even the artificial gravity if you must, we'll not require it on our current course."
With the Slipstream Drive working, the Blacksabre-E reached the anomaly within an hour. In front of the vessel was an enormous rift, as if a large circle had been cut from the very fabric of space. The inside of the rift was a soid gold colour, the perfectly vertical surface roiled like an ocean. Krovennan felt a familiarity to it, but could not pinpoint it. krovenn stopped his musings and returned to the job at hand now that Dorg would behave himself.
"Anderson, full spectrum scan, I want to know what that is."
"On it sir."
Krovennan stared at the enormous rift, he swore that he knew it from somewhere, but he did not remember where, he could not shake this feeling of dread at its presence, but his attention was soon drawn away from such things when Anderson called in.
"Sir, the scan is complete, I'm picking up enormous amounts of chroniton and tachyon particles emanating from the anomaly, it doesnt seem to have any adverse ffect on surrounding space, we should catalogue it and call for a research team to-...sir somethings happening."
"What is it Anderson?"
"Sir, I'm detecting multiple similar anomalies inide the large one, they seem to have some variance in size and only last for a few seconds, but each time they disappear, I detect something of similar size where they just where."
"What kind of something?"
"Sir, those are vessels! Millions of them! they seem to be emanating from...the other side of the rift, but...nothings behind the rift sir, unless..."
"No, it can't be! Not them!"
"Sir? What is it? Whats wrong?!"
"Anderson, direct four chroniton beams at the edge of the rift in a plus formation, calibrate them with the frequency I'm sending you now."
Krovennan moved to Tallasa's console and hastily entered a long series of numbers indicating a frequency, Krovennan sent the frequency to Astrometrics as soon as he was done and sat back in his chair, his body language betrayed intense tension and anxiety, it began to unnerve the officers at seeing their usually calm CO like this.
Soon four gold coloured beams emanated from the deflector array and hit the top, bottom and sides of the rift's edge, Krovennan scanned the rift with his eyes, searching for anysign of what he dreaded before Anderson called in again.
"Sir, the beams are latching onto the rift's edge, what are you planning?"
"No time Anderson, suffice to say we need to close that rift, close the beams together slowly, keep going until they become one beam."
Krovennan watched as the beams slowly moved towards the centre, the rift's edges dragged with it, shrinking the rift slowly, after about twenty seconds, the beams converged into one and the only evidence of the rift was a random flickering at the edge of the beam where the rift's centre had been.
"Sir! The rift is trying to re-open, I'm not sure how long we can hold it closed like this."
"Keep it clsed no matter what Anderson, take power from everything if you have to, just keep that rift closed."
"Now, send a pulse of chroniton particles along the beam using the opposite frequency to the one I gave you."
"Yes sir, sending."
A small pulse travelled along the beam to the end, when it hit, the end of the beam expanded into a golden sphere almost the size of a Borg Sphere before stopping and contracting lmost immediately, disappearing, with nothing to hold on to, the chroniton beam dispersed.
Krovennan slumped in his chair, finally seeming to relax, his breathing was heavy and laboured, as if he had run 10 miles.
"Sir, the anomaly is gone, what was it?"
"That was no anomaly Anderson, to call it such a thing would imply it was natural. That rift was the herald of an enemy my people long thought gone, something from beyond our galaxy, more numerous than the Borg could ever be. Beings who travel between stars, enslaving or slaughtering every living thing and stripping entire systems of their resources. They emptied their entire galaxy, and now they are coming for ours."
"So that rift was made by them?"
"Yes Tallasa, they do not have warp technology, their ships can open rifts in time and space, travelling between any two points instantaneously, it is used both as a means of transport and as a combat maneuvre.They used it deadly effect against the Vilscaran Empire nearly 40,000 years ago."
"But they were beaten?"
"Yes. thankfully their ship's durability and attack strength was actually quite weak, for every Vilscaran ship that burned or had it's crew taken, 20 more of their ships were defeated, but they just kept on coming, we theorised that there enough of them to overpopulate their own galaxy, hence their push into ours.
We drove them back eventually, and we closed their portals to our galaxy. To create a portal, a ship must be at the point where you need a portal to be, their ships cannot project portals."
"But that means..."
"Yes, that rift was made by one of their ships, a ship that was at one point, right where we are, It took 40,000 years and who knows how many generations for that ship to reach here, theres probably almost twice as many as there were back then, but we've managed to stall them, at least for now, so we can breathe easy for a while."
"What shall we do now sir?"
"We shall continue Dorryd, set a course for Corinth IV, Tallasa, I want you to bring me up the daily reports to my Ready room in half an hour, and bring a clear PADD, I will have to make a report of this, Starfleet needs to know what we are dealing with. Until then we mention this to no-one, the news does not go past the senior staff without my permission, the last thing we need is a ship wide panic."
Krovennan stood up and walked to his Ready Room, the thought of them returning weighed on his heart, they caused so much death and slavery back then, his ancestor fought them back then, it was well recorded in the Ancient Datavault of each Vilscaran city, Krovennan would have to remember to requisition copies of the files on this foe, he needed to know all about what he was up against.
He had a feeling he would be up against them again, and very soon as well.
Captain Soriedem Leah Cim’s Personal Log Stardate: 89563.65.
The USS Tobarrus is en route to Starbase 139 with a number of peace delegates for a conference to discuss the newly penned non-aggression pact with the Klingons. Although we agree in principle that working together against the Borg invasion of the Alpha Quadrant is a good idea, the reality of the situation is a bit more volatile than either faction chooses to admit. The point of the conference is to work out some of the finer details as to how to properly handle discipline among our troops, along with a variety of other pertinent topics. I have to admit that I am not looking forward to this new assignment, but I know that my mother would be proud that I am not only representing our people, but that of hundreds of other worlds.
My mother was a representative to the Pagheep Assembly and was on track to take a position on the Tobarri Council of Elders. She always wanted me to follow in her footsteps and become a politician and diplomat. However, I have always been my father’s son -- a soldier, a defender of the Tobarri people, and all that fell under the jurisdiction of the Tobarri Protectorate. But that was years ago and almost 50,000 light years from here. The fates certainly have a way of forcing a person, a species, an entire quadrant to adapt in order to face the challenges it throws at you … like the Borg.
The Borg … They destroyed Tobarrus and nearly wiped out my species. They wanted to make an example of us to the rest of the galaxy to illustrate the point that resistance is futile. But, the fates intervened and whisked me and a handful of survivors to a faraway sector of the galaxy. Then, apparently because I’m a glutton for punishment, I decided to align the surviving Tobarri people with the Federation in their battle against the Borg. As a result, here I am on diplomatic duty striving to somehow keep this fragile peace agreement with the Klingons from exploding in our faces.
To be honest with you, computer, I’d rather be anywhere but here. In fact, a couple of hours ago, our long range sensors detected an unknown anomaly. I would have preferred to go chasing after it, or at the very least, would have liked to have taken a small detour to learn more about it.
Lieutenant Mokal, the young Ferengi female, was at the science station, calibrating the long range sensors, when she detected the anomaly. She notified me immediately, and I had Lt. Commander T’Ruli confirm the analysis. It wasn’t like anything on record. For one brief moment I actually considered abandoning my current mission to go chasing after what may turn out to be little more than radiation and stellar gases. That is until T’Ruli, that feisty Caitain, informed me that the anomaly was 33 parsecs away.
33 parsecs! Using the computer to help me do some computations, I realized that the anomaly in question was more than 107.5 light years away. At warp 9.975, it would take two days, 10 hours, and 48 minutes to reach the anomaly. It might well have been a 1000 light years away for what good it would do me. The conference is to be held tomorrow morning, and I had direct orders not to be late. It would further jeopardize the fragile peace that lies between our two societies. There was nothing I could do.
Once again, using the computer to help me with the mathematics involved, I ordered Lieutenant Mokal to notify Starfleet Command before preparing a Class 8 Long Range Probe with a full sensor compliment to study the anomaly until the conference’s conclusion, or another Starfleet vessel could be pulled from the front lines to investigate. The probe will take four days to get to the anomaly, and another six hours before it transmits its sensor data back to us. It’s not a fully crewed starship, but it would have to do for now.
The conference is expected to last for the better part of a week to ten days. Most of that time, I will be too busy to think about that probe. However, I know that I won’t be able to keep my mind from wandering and wondering about the discoveries that the probe will uncover as it studies the anomaly. I will persevere and look forward to the data when it comes in. Who know? It could hold a secret that may help us turn the course of the war against the Borg.
Supplemental Log > Authorization Vulcan Science Academy. Code SE Mountain Arc T Pol level Encryption
The Photonic Torpedo Shockwave testing has exceeded expectations.
I have instructed Tactical to scan the Anomaly for signs of Space Amoeba Containing Section 31 Shuttles.
My Telepathic BOFFS and DOFFS and myself still have headaches from the "Drake Affair" and he never calls. My attempts to find his Drozana agent and her true fate through back channels indicate he may have sent her to the "Library" and a new life.
IF I must continue this arrangement prior to finding Ambassador Spock.. I may have to resort to finding
Mr Picard, SF ,RET for a lead on Ginans location. Her Species has a better temporal grasp on our Paradox.
Research on the "Hobus Effect" on Temporal Stability is still Priority one for this ship and my loyal hand picked crew. My Imperial Operative still has no word on the usurper Sela .. She held promise of recovering her mothers honour and it still puzzles me that someone so willful could be a victim of nature over nurture..
I may Blame Captain Data for not trying harder to remind her of what her mother did to preserve Peace.
The Diplomacy is a necessary Path for the good of the Many.. but we few of the old families still hold that
the Great Vulcan Teacher missed the reality of greater Evils and the need for power .. A shield uncrafted defends nothing.
Programs Emergency Buoy <Computer>
IF the ship should self destruct.. direct buoy to nearest Vulcan Intellegence base..
After discussing the situation with my senior staff, we have decided to allow a small team to investigate the strange readings. We will drop out of warp long enough to let a shuttle leave. Once we are finished with these damned peace talks, we'll rendezvous with the shuttle and see what they found.
We are en route to Starbase 191 to meet with a Klingon dignitary to discuss a truce which will allow us to work together to defeat the Borg threat to the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Admiral D'Vak has put forward some interesting proposals about integrating the KDF Omega Force and Starfleet's M.A.C.O. together into a single strike force under his command to deal with this common foe. I think this has potential, so I volunteered to go and discuss the details with our Klingon friend. The Admirality did not like the idea of sending me thanks to past history with the Klingon Empire. Too much bad blood, they think. I'll be fine.
*Comm chimes sound in the background*
Computer, resume log.
Commander Mat has just informed me that we have detected an anomaly off our starboard bow, around 33 parsecs away. It does not seem to conform to any expectations. I would like to go and investigate, but we do not have time if the Nightingale is going to make it to Starbase 191 for tis meeting.
I will assign Rotalaskyo and a few officers to take the U.S.S. Boulder and go and take a look. They can catch up with us at the Starbase. The Runabout can easily cover that kind of range.