Today, 01:15 AM
(This post was last modified: Today, 04:57 AM by Morad Ameen.)
The transition from warp speed was seamless. The blue vortex on the main viewscreen collapsed into a brilliant flash, replaced by the silent, star-dusted black of normal space. In the distance, precisely where the Ensign had indicated, was a small, lone vessel. It was asymmetrical, clearly of non-Federation design, and scarred by what looked like energy burns along its aft section. A thin trail of frozen, glittering vapor trailed behind it like a ghostly tail.
As his senior officers began to file onto the bridge, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and professionalism, Ameen turned from the viewscreen to face them. He gave a nod to each of them as they reported in.
"As you can see," he began, his voice low and steady, addressing Amila's question and the room at large. "We have a visitor." He gestured towards the main screen. "Yellow alert!"
The calm but alert voice of the computer confirmed the order, and the bridge lighting shifted subtly.
"I want to know exactly what we're looking at before we even think about hailing them," Ameen continued, his gaze moving from one department head to the next, issuing clear and concise directives.
"Lieutenant Ra'an, to your station. Full passive sensor sweep. I want to know everything you can tell me about that ship without them knowing we're here. Hull composition, power source, technological level, and point of origin if you can find one."
"Commander Keir," he said, knowing his First Officer was on their way, "focus on their propulsion systems. What kind of drive were they using, and what's its current status? I need to know if they're dead in the water or just playing possum."
"Lieutenant Gath, from your station, a full threat assessment. Weapons signatures, defensive capabilities, anything that could pose a risk to this ship."
"Lieutenant Powl, I want you to analyze the damage patterns on that hull. See if you can determine what caused them. Also, begin plotting theoretical engagement solutions, just in case."
He then looked to where Doctor O'Fee was standing.
"Doctor, once Lieutenant Ra'an has a lock, I want a detailed bio-scan of any occupants. I need to know their condition."
Ameen turned back to the viewscreen, his hands clasped behind his back. The ship just floated there, a silent testament to a journey that had gone terribly wrong.
"Let's find out who our silent neighbors are," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "Gently, people. No sudden moves."
Who are you? And what are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?... hmmm...
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As his senior officers began to file onto the bridge, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and professionalism, Ameen turned from the viewscreen to face them. He gave a nod to each of them as they reported in.
"As you can see," he began, his voice low and steady, addressing Amila's question and the room at large. "We have a visitor." He gestured towards the main screen. "Yellow alert!"
The calm but alert voice of the computer confirmed the order, and the bridge lighting shifted subtly.
"I want to know exactly what we're looking at before we even think about hailing them," Ameen continued, his gaze moving from one department head to the next, issuing clear and concise directives.
"Lieutenant Ra'an, to your station. Full passive sensor sweep. I want to know everything you can tell me about that ship without them knowing we're here. Hull composition, power source, technological level, and point of origin if you can find one."
"Commander Keir," he said, knowing his First Officer was on their way, "focus on their propulsion systems. What kind of drive were they using, and what's its current status? I need to know if they're dead in the water or just playing possum."
"Lieutenant Gath, from your station, a full threat assessment. Weapons signatures, defensive capabilities, anything that could pose a risk to this ship."
"Lieutenant Powl, I want you to analyze the damage patterns on that hull. See if you can determine what caused them. Also, begin plotting theoretical engagement solutions, just in case."
He then looked to where Doctor O'Fee was standing.
"Doctor, once Lieutenant Ra'an has a lock, I want a detailed bio-scan of any occupants. I need to know their condition."
Ameen turned back to the viewscreen, his hands clasped behind his back. The ship just floated there, a silent testament to a journey that had gone terribly wrong.
"Let's find out who our silent neighbors are," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "Gently, people. No sudden moves."
Who are you? And what are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?... hmmm...
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