Arrival

Posted on 13 Nov 2022 @ 8:29am by Captain Bane Plase

514 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Outbreak

ON:

"Report," Bane said, coming out of his Ready Room. It was still an hour before Alpha shift was due to come on shift, an hour before he was scheduled to be on duty. He knew they were going to arrive during the last hour of Delta shift, a point that Lieutenant Bast was sure to let him know before they went of duty last night. Honestly, Bane was glad he had; he wanted to be in The Chair when they arrived.

"We are coming up on the edge of the Antiocia Star System, Captain," Lieutenant Vuljanic stated, rising from the Captain's Chair, making way for the big man himself.

"Good," Bane said, having crossed the distance from his door to the center of the Bridge. He sat down in the chair, idly noting that Vuljanic had made the seat uncomfortably warm. Such as it was; Vulcans had a much higher normal body temperature than did Bajorans. He waited until Vuljanic sat down at the Operations Station before continuing his orders. "Helm, drop us out of warp and proceed to Antioch III. Mr. Jin'Tok," Plase said, talking to the Ensign manning Security and Tactical, "Please send out a general greeting, letting the Antiocians know we are coming and would like to meet with their representatives. Show the flag, and let them know we are here on a peaceful mission and mean them no harm," he said. "Ops, please prepare a Class III probe for each of the planets and natural satellites. I am sure Lieutenant Spangler will want to have all that information available to him as soon as possible."

A flurry of "Yes sir" and "Aye aye sir" greeted him. Bane thought to himself that the people on Delta really enjoyed having him there with him. He would need to make it a point to spend time with each shift a few times a year. Maybe have Lieutenant Commander Larsen do the same. Could help with morale.

On the viewscreen, the streaks of light shortened continually until they were individual dots of light in the distance, save one, which appears as a bright circle about the size of an eraser on an old graphite pencil. Antioch. It was quite pretty, a slight greenish color, not much dissimilar from Sol. "Make your speed half impulse, Mr. Roberts," Bane ordered. "Mr. Vuljanic, how long until we reach Antioch III?"

The Vulcan Operations Officer tapped a few commands on his console. "One hour, six minutes, 47 seconds, Captain."

Bane nodded. The precision was a hallmark of the Vulcan race. It was another thing Bane appreciated about yet another member of the crew. At just over an hour, it would give time for Alpha shift to come on duty, get their feet under them and set the stage just right for First Contact with the Antiocians.

Crossing his left leg over the right at the ankles, Bane sat back in his chair and waited for the distance to close, and for the meat and potatoes of this mission to finally start.


OFF

Bane Plase, Captain
USS Cygnus, Commanding

 

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