Heading To the Site

Posted on Thursday, 10 September 2020 - 6:56am by Commander Soral & Captain Barret Stillwater

Mission: Operation: Dreamweaver
Location: USS Standing Bear | Various
Timeline: 2393 - MD 01

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Soral had spent a good three hours with their new friends. He found that he and the Commander of the other ship had reached several agreements. He now headed to the ready room to brief the captain.

Commander Barret Stilwater was in his Ready Room, standing still with his hands behind his back as he looked out at the blackness of space. He was glad that the encounter with the Vomnin had been thus far productive and peaceful. One destroyed sensor probe was nothing. He would gladly lose several probes if it meant the potential of forming a stable alliance with the Vomnin who at this point kept to themselves. Stillwater walked over to his desk and triggered the door to open.

"Sir," Soral said stepping in, his full Vulcan mode on high.

"Yes..." replied Stillwater leaving his response trailing for a moment. "You are not typically one to lead in with such build up. Please Commander, whatever is on your mind?"

"I have met with the other ships commander, our teams are slowly returning. I wish to brief you quickly on the situation."

Commander Stillwater nodded "I see," was his immediate response before he settled more comfortably into his seat behind his desk. "What do you make of the situation, Soral? A shuttle of scientist that mysteriously goes silent, the shuttle perfectly fine and recovered yet no trace of the scientists. It's something straight out of the tales they would tell at the academy...modern day ghost stories."

"Indeed. Logic dictates that there are no such things as ghosts, Sir. I would argue that some people can be classified as ghouls but that is an entirely different matter."

"Ghouls, goblins, and ghosts" replied Stillwater. "Seemingly all cultures have them in some shape or form. Nevertheless, whether they exist or not I am not afraid of any ghost" noted the Commanding Officer.

"With respect to the situation I believe that the logs we recovered will be fascinating. They may hold a hint. I have them and will be reviewing them shortly. The commander of the other ship was...reluctant however he seems more amenable to a relationship with our people based on how things go. He, above all else, cares for his crew and wants them back. If we could bring them back it would go a long way."

Stillwater nodded. "Meeting them is under unfortunate circumstances, but I agree with your assessment. This could be an opportunity to truly establish a rapport with these people, build a relationship, and who knows, Commander....this may be the beginning of the process, one step closer to the Vomnin joining the Federation."

"Indeed. I believe that in the next half an hour we shall be able to leave. With your permission I will take us to the coordinates where the Vomnin crew disappeared."

"Proceed, Commander," replied Stillwater with a nod. "Scientific mission were never my forte to be blunt. Please take lead on this mission and use Lieutenant Kingsley's expertise to your needing" he added.

"Aye sir." He stood. "By your leave,"

Some things never change thought Stillwater. He could always count on Soral. "Dismissed, Commander Soral" replied Stillwater with a grunt and nod.

Soral gave a nod and headed out. Taking the center seat he called to navigation, "Navigation, set course 1751.53. Full impulse on my mark."

"Course laid in sir."

"Initiate."

The ship shot forward. What awaited them...nobody knew but what was a certainty was that this would be a grand adventure. Something that was a nod to the old ways of Starfleet.

As the ship sped to its destiny Soral couldn't help the cold chill that ran down his spine. It was not something usual for the Vulcan but it was there and it was strong. If he were human he'd say he was having a premonition, if he were human. He turned slightly towards the science station that was manned by his wife. He couldn't help the small upturn in his lip that may not look like much to humans but to Vulcans would be akin to a grin. His pride in her was something that he would own to feeling.

It was funny how one thing could lead to another, how solitude and loneliness cold be erased with one decision. He turned back to the screen and his mind drifted to the new friends they'd made. He'd heard the pain in the voices of the crewmembers who were kin to the missing people. He'd, because of Alex, found himself putting himself in their place and he didn't like it. It was in that instance that he swore that he would do what it took to find the crew of that ship and return them home.

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