Arrival

Posted on Sun May 25th, 2025 @ 4:50am by Commodore Samantha York & Major Cameron Bourne & Lieutenant Aenar Torek & Lieutenant Bela Swain & Lieutenant Dr. J.R. McEntyre, M.D. F.F.C.S, F.C.E.P & Lieutenant JG Vincent Shaw & Ensign Satt

1,623 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Broken Mirror
Location: Various

ON

As soon as the ship dropped out of warp, Sam asked for a status report. There was nothing but space visible on the viewscreen, but they were hopefully in the same area as the ship that took the scientist.

Vincent seated at the ops station, watched as his new ship followed after a ship leading into the Mirror Universe. He did a quick general scan of where they were at. Strange, this was the first time he'd gone to the other side of the mirror. He half expected to see a white rabbit saying they were late for a very important date or even the caterpillar. Vincent shook his head with a slight smile at his whimsical thoughts. He started a general scan to see if there was anything nearby, he looked over his shoulder towards the Commodore. "Taking a general scan Commodore. So far I do not see any populated planets nearby, no indications of power sources either."

Bela looked around from her chair. Nothing looked different. Then again, should it? Would it? Apparently not. For the moment, she just listened to reports as they came in to listen for areas of concern.

An alert came to his view, Vincent's eyes widening. "Captain, I have detected warp signatures of three cloaked ships, and they are heading in our direction." giving a frown as he concentrated on their quick movement towards the Calypso.

Cloaked warp signatures? They weren't trying very hard to be unnoticed, Sam thought. "Red alert. Contact the Prowler. I want their input on this as they may or may not be hostile." Although the fact that they were cloaked and coming toward them was answer enough, Sam still wanted to bring the Knights in as this was their home ground.

The Counselor leaned forward. She did not like violence and the potential for it made her tense.

"Aye Commodore" Vincent responded, activating red alert, and keyed up communications. "Prowler this is the USS Calypso, please respond"

"This is the Prowler," Alora replied. "We see them. Hot Rod says they're the ships we followed here. The ship in the back has the scientist. Since they're focused on you, we'll cloak and move to flank them."

"Thank you. Calypso out." Sam turned to security. "You heard them. Let them fire first, just in case they have something else in mind."

Bela took in a large breath and exhaled it, as she tried to center herself, not liking the potential for violence. She then lifted her legs so they were folded over one another on the seat itself and repeated the process. Bela only hoped that everyone was keeping calm, as well.

A ship de-cloaked and fired at the ship. The shields held.

"Open a comm channel to that ship," Sam ordered. All she wanted was the scientist--this time. This looked like the same stunt they pulled before, attacking so the ship with the scientist could slip away.

"Comms open" Commodore. " Vincent called out. Now though they answer, he was glad the shields held.

"This is the USS Calypso. One of your ships has our scientist." Before she could say more, the other ship fired again and the comm channel closed. "Well, so much for that. Return fire."

"Mr. Shaw, send a message to the Prowler. Since we have the attention of the other two ships, ask them to see if they can retrieve the scientist."

Vincent opened up channels to the other two ships. "This is the Calypso, we want our scientist returned. Please respond." the operations officer waiting and hoping there would be an answer.

The response was another volley of phaser fire.

Sam sighed and tapped her combadge. "York to Bourne. Get a team ready to beam over to the enemy ship and find our missing scientist."

Cam's response came quickly through the intercom, =^=Captain Bourne here, I'll get a squad prepped and ready=^=

"Thank you. Grab Chevy Tuff from engineering to get information from the computers." If they had the opportunity. But it would be better to have him and not need him than need him and not have him.. "Let me know when you're in the transporter room."

=^=Roger that Boss=^= Came Cam's reply before the coms cut.

Then she turned to security. "As soon as they're ready, give us a whole in that last ship so we can beam the team over.

'As soon as they're ready,' Satt replied from his station. The Bolian's custard-thick voice was tight with anticipation of what was to come.

Sam nodded. It shouldn't take much longer for Cam to get his team together.

After about 10 minutes, Cam contacted the bridge, =^=Bourne to bridge, away team prepped and ready for deployment. We're waiting for Ensign Tuff to join us=^=

Tugging at the collar of his uniform, Satt pulled it away from the gnarled, scarred skin of his throat, a reflexive movement. Casting a seasoned eye over his console, Satt prepped the sequence necessary for their next move.

"Fire when ready," Sam ordered.

Moving his hands across the board, Satt unleashed the Calypso's considerable weaponry, boring a hole in the enemy ship's hull. Though powerful, Satt's mastery of the controls allowed him to carve a neat circular section out of their hull. 'Entry point created,' he observed casually.

Sam nodded. "Lieutenant Shaw, transport the away team to the third ship." She knew the ops chief would find the perfect place for them to arrive unnoticed.

Vincent took note of where the entry points were made, The target area was a hardly used corridor. He transported the away team to that spot. "Away team has landed."


Violence. There was nothing more that Bela hated than violence. She tucked her legs underneath her and forced herself to watch, no matter how much it bothered her. She had to be strong for the crew. Subconsciously, she bit down on her lower lip, as the Calypso fired.

"Sickbay to Bridge: Can we try to keep things steady. I got wounded down here that are not responding well to the constant shaking" J.R called up to the bridge in a serious tone.

"Bridge to sickbay: we can try, but I don't think the mercenaries will listen."

Sam then turned to Satt. "Now focus on the other two ships to give the team the time they need."

The Bolian flashed a sour smile. 'Copy that, Commodore,' he said. He ran a target estimation program through the Main Computer, waiting to input the last parameter. 'Are we aiming to destroy, or disable?'

"Disable if we can. I prefer the crew alive, if we can." And the data on the ship intact.

Bela heaved a sigh a relief at that command. At least the Commodore was trying, despite the violence, to keep damage to a minimum.

Programming a dynamic power level algorithm into his attack pattern, Satt ensured the power of the ship's weaponry would drop once the sensors detected the shields were down - that should move the phasers to disable the enemy vessels rather than destroy them outright.

He pushed the sequence to activate, watching in quiet satisfaction as the ship executed the program perfectly, matching to the ship's conn as they maneuvered them around the battlefield. Powerful lances of energy struck across space, splashing against the enemy's rapidly weakening shields before they dropped, and the sequence targeted the weapons and engines of the enemy vessels, pounding away until they lay inert in space.

"Hold fire." For several moments they watched the viewscreen. "Open a channel to the other ships."

Sweeter words could not have been uttered than "Hold fire," as far as Bela was concerned. She unfurled herself and her smile beamed throughout the bridge, pleased with the crew's efforts.

Noticing the Counsellor unfurling, Satt's naturally sour mood was lifted somewhat. He knew of Bela's aversion to conflict and violence, and was pleased she didn't have to go through it for longer than necessary. The Bolian just hoped he'd avoid a hug this time.

Vincent opened up channels to the two injured merchant ships, "SS Bartholomew and SS Cubbins, please respond to our hail." he turned to Commodore York. "Channels are open."

A moment later, they heard, "Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife. Doomed is your soul and damned is your life." Then the channel closed.

"Well, that was unusual." Sam shook her head. "I take it they don't want our help. Vincent, see if you can transport the crew to the brig."

Vincent gave a nod, setting the parameters to detect the life signs there and try to lock on their signatures to beam them over. A furrow formed as his first attempt failed. "Let me try that again." making an adjustment. Once again it didn't work, turning around to look at Sam. "I am unable to get a lock on them."

"Satt, keep an eye on those ships. If they try to run, disable them. But be careful. The Prowler is out there and we still have a team on the third ship. Let's hope nothing happens until they get back."

'Aye, aye, Captain,' Satt stated flatly, dividing the sensor telemetry between the three ships. 'If they try anything, we'll be on them like a Ghroul on a glingitbol.'


A Post By

LTJG Vincent Shaw
Chief of Operations
USS Calypso

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Bela Swain
Chief Counselor
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Aenar Torek
Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

Ensign Satt
Security/Tactical Officer
USS Calypso
[PNPC Aenar Torek]

Lieutenant Dr. J.R. McEntyre, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Calypso

Captain Cameron Bourne
Marine XO
USS Calypso

Commander Alora Knight
First Officer
The Prowler

 

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