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Old November 11 2013, 05:23 AM   #16
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Re: Star Trek: (Unnamed Project) - Crossroads

I agree with those above, this seems an inspired mix of Voyager and Stargate Universe... a crew stranded far from home aboard an alien ship that doubtless harbors many mysteries and dangers itself.

And then there's a whole other galaxy out there, presumably one not seeded with humanoid forms by the Preservers. Who knows what adventures await these intrepid explorers?

Great stuff!
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Old November 11 2013, 07:35 AM   #17
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The Andromeda Galaxy? I think you've gòt the start of something good here, Bry.
Why thank you. Every so often someone raises the point about how they'd want a new Trek series to explore Andromeda, if they ever went that way then (personally) something similar to this is how I'd like to see it happen. I might take it a little further, maybe give all the other main characters a proper introduction (I think I've at least named all but one of them).

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Didn't see that coming but I like it. It's Voyager all over again but this time ... it's different. With a mostly untested crew on an alien ship in unknown space, this would make for a fun little series as these guys try to figure out a way back and on their way discover truly new and alien life unlike anything we've seen before.

I'd read that.

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Thank you CeJay. I did worry about it being a little too Voyager-esque, but thought that the different aspects I based mine on would help set it apart. This would be a crew that would struggle to begin with though, not only do they have to find supplies but they also have to figure out how to work the ship. All the strange alien life-forms they will encounter does present some great fodder to just cut loose and make them weird and wonderful as possible.

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I agree with those above, this seems an inspired mix of Voyager and Stargate Universe... a crew stranded far from home aboard an alien ship that doubtless harbors many mysteries and dangers itself.

And then there's a whole other galaxy out there, presumably one not seeded with humanoid forms by the Preservers. Who knows what adventures await these intrepid explorers?

Great stuff!
I was actually mainly inspired by SGU, after catching several episodes and finding it an interesting premise, so this is my little experiment with something similar though just done in a more Trek-like way.

The builders of the ship are bipedal humanoids, but they will definitely be in the minority, then there's the chance of visiting the Kelvan homeworld.
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Old November 11 2013, 11:03 AM   #18
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I've currently got a poll on the go in order to select a name for this series/ship, your thoughts and opinions on the nine choices would be appreciated.

Also I thought I'd give a full listing of the senior staff, who I will probably write a little piece to explore further:

Commanding Officer - Commander Daniel Takashima - Human (Mars), Male, 35
First / Chief Security Officer - Lieutenant Jehu - Ahvoran, Male, 30
Chief Engineering Officer - Lieutenant Zelle Ra-Vahneii - Efrosian, Female, 30
Chief Tactical Officer - Lieutenant JG Nhataq - Ktarian, Female, 11*
Cultural / First Contact Officer - Lieutenant JG Kal Dheyn - Thallonian, Male, 25
Chief Medical Officer - Lieutenant JG Jenna Kinsey RN - Human (U.S.S. Pythagoras), Female, 25
Chief Science Officer - Ensign Igen Nala - Bajoran, Female, 22
Security Team Leader - Chief Petty Officer Warren Stone - Human (Volan III), Male, 37
Chief Flight Controller - Petty Officer 2nd Class Tamin Kenza - Elaysian, Male, 27
Cryptographer / Linguist - Crewman Riell Danal - Rigellian (Rigel V**), Female, 29
Computer Analyst - Crewman Anthony Raine - Human (Delta Erisi VII), Male, 21

* Naomi Wildman showed that they age rapidly
** The Vulcanoid Rigellian species
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Old November 12 2013, 07:40 PM   #19
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Good story, Bry! Despite the Voyager / Lost in Space analogies you have some interesting and important differences: a green C.O., a ship which is alien in origin and operation, and a strange and distant galaxy.

I'm still wondering as to the purpose of the abandoned ship - did the original crew just leave her, were they killed off, or is the ship a devious intergalactic trap designed to whisk away curious interlopers?

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Old November 12 2013, 10:11 PM   #20
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Good story, Bry! Despite the Voyager / Lost in Space analogies you have some interesting and important differences: a green C.O., a ship which is alien in origin and operation, and a strange and distant galaxy.
It is tricky to do a fresh take on the ship lost in space storyline. However, with the "Ship" being totally new and foreign to the crew it should give this tale a new angle. Hopefully, when I introduce the rest of the characters it will help to make things pretty different and unique.

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I'm still wondering as to the purpose of the abandoned ship - did the original crew just leave her, were they killed off, or is the ship a devious intergalactic trap designed to whisk away curious interlopers?
All ideas I have had myself for the purpose of the ship, though have yet to decide on one--another I had was that the ship was sent out to collect zoological samples (after all there were 24 different species on the ship when she left our galaxy).

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Old November 13 2013, 10:29 PM   #21
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"Crossroads, Part 2"

Whilst the first piece looked at Commander Takashima, the alien ship, and the arrival into the Andromeda Galaxy, this part looks at the other main characters just after they get there.

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Bridge, Alien Ship
Position Alpha, Andromeda Galaxy
Stardate: 54198.2 (March 14th, 2377)

Jehu was surprised at just how quiet the ship had become following Commander Takashima’s announcement about their situation. He suspected that most were still in shock, trying to process the fact that they were in another galaxy, dwelling on all those they had left behind and the very real probability that they may never see home again. With his parents long since passed to the Next Phase, the only family he had left was his older sister Jaye who, like him, was in Starfleet and knew the risks that came with putting on the uniform. Even though he knew that, it didn’t stop him from grieving for her and the uncertainty she would face and questions she would ask.

He shook such thoughts from his mind, now was not the time to dwell on it—he was on duty and as the newly appointed second-in-command, he had to show strength. It had only been a few hours since they had been transported across galaxies, that Takashima had stepped to the side with Jehu and asked him to be the ship’s XO. It had been a surprise to say the least, but he knew why the Commander had done it, they needed to set up a structure and hierarchy that they crew could identify and follow in order to give them support for what lay ahead.

With Takashima down main engineering—helping Ra-Vahneii try to figure out what the device was that was responsible for their predicament—Jehu was in command on the bridge. He didn’t sit in the central chair on its raised balcony, though it would allow him to watch over everything that was going on, it wouldn’t allow him to actually do something useful. So he was seated at the helm, teaching himself how to operate the controls and read the displays. Their computer and language experts onboard were trying to tie the universal translator into the ship’s mainframe, so as to make it easier for the crew to learn the systems, but it was a slow process not without complications.

He had always been a decent pilot, keeping up with his certifications to allow him to fly both shuttles and starships, but that was with Starfleet-designed craft. The intuitive feel of a standard flight control display was lost on the alien ship. So far he had managed to activated the starboard thrusters and set them spinning (fortunately the ship’s inertial dampeners were good enough so the crew didn’t feel a thing), then through trial and error he’d found the port thruster controls and brought the ship back to a dead stop. He had also learned were the navigational sensors were and run a full scan, which continued to read clear.

Sighing with frustration, edged with exhaustion, he massaged the bridge of his pale nose and felt the slight give of bone underneath—Ahvorans had highly flexible skeletons, partly due to the fact that, unlike humans, their bones didn’t fuse together as they developed, which made them very pliable. Taking a moment to refocus, he looked up and out through the viewports that dominated the forward two bulkheads of the hexagonal-shaped command centre. The vista ahead of them looked so normal, the inky black of space with thousands of stars visible—part of him had expected the Andromeda Galaxy to look different somehow.

“It’s weird having windows that large on the bridge,” Lieutenant Nhataq commented from the seat next to him.

He glanced at the Ktarian, who’d let her dark hair tumble over her shoulders, partly obscuring her face. She glanced at him with her vibrant blue eyes, tucking a thick lock behind her ear, the light catching the flawlessly smooth, iridescent scales on her face.

“It is a little unsettling,” he admitted quietly. “It does make me wonder if they also act as a viewscreen or not.”

“Well this is a totally alien ship, we can’t judge it by any Alpha Quadrant principles—it took the eggheads two hours to work out how the toilets worked.”

“Yeah, that was unpleasant.”

Nhataq stood up and stretched. “How about I go grab us a couple of nutrition bars and then we take another stab at this?”

“Sounds good, thanks Nhataq.”

“As the Ferengi say, it never hurts to suck up to the new boss.”

He chuckled to himself as she headed towards the elevator through the starboard side doorway. Tweaking his neck a little, he looked around at the three others who were trying to figure out the consoles. The helm and weapons consoles were half of the consoles on the lowest tier, directly in front of the command chair, and were the ones closest to the viewports. The two others behind them seemed to be for sensor use and communications, whilst the four stations on the port and starboard bulkheads were for a variety of key ship systems—or at least that’s what the general consensus was.

They had yet to really look at shifts and crew rotation, so everyone was just working where and when they could, only taking a break when their bodies demanded sleep from them. That would need to be the next thing he spoke with Takashima about, their time on the ship (however long it proved to be) was a marathon, not a sprint; they needed to pace themselves—the Commander included. Though Jehu had only known the Commander for nine months, when Takashima had first come onboard the Mandela he had been an unknown element among a crew that had been serving together for years, so he had kept a close eye on the new First Officer, determining his methodology, strengths and weaknesses—Jehu always liked to know just who he was working with. So he knew that Takashima would push himself further than anyone else and as his new exec, it was up to Jehu to ensure his safety and well-being.

So the sooner they got things figured out onboard, the sooner they could come together as a proper crew. With that in mind he turned back to the helm and, starting from the thruster controls, tried to work out where their sub-light drive was located.

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Medical Bay, Alien Ship
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The doors parted and immediately the lighting activated, revealing dozens of bare beds. Jenna Kinsey walked down the first row, counting each bed and eyeing over the equipment connected up to it. They would need to run a full diagnostic of every monitor and life-support system, but for now she just needed to know what they had to work with. So far she’d been impressed with the large medical section (which roughly the same size as that on a Galaxy-Class starship); from the main ICU ward they had been using since arriving from the Mandela, to the four separate medlabs she’d checked out, ten surgical bays, stores and offices, and finally onto the second of two recovery wards.

After finishing her visual check of the large room, which was identical to the one next to it, she added its details to the PADD she was carrying. In all, the ship had bed space for eighty patients, from the individual surgery suites, the ten in ICU and the thirty in both recovery rooms. It was a lot of beds, especially for just for herself, three corpsmen and a medtech. They had been assigned to the alien ship to treat all the typical minor injuries might arise, nothing that needed the attention of a doctor, and whilst Kinsey had been happy with the assignment she now found herself the ranking medical officer on a ship with just over one hundred onboard—not something she had ever expected she’d be facing.

Setting her PADD on one of the beds she rested on the edge and took a moment to herself. Focus on the job at hand, she repeated to herself over and over again. It was something she had learnt since leaving the Academy. If she tried to step back and look at the big picture, then she felt swamped and it was always harder to figure out where to start, but if she jumped in and tackled the first thing in front of her, then the next thing, then the next, then she could take it bit-by-bit and do some good. So she would continue now in just the same way, whilst also keeping the other medics grounded.

“So let’s get to it,” she said to herself, her voice echoing in the large ward.

Standing straight once again, she ran her hands through her thick mane of curls (she’d learnt even longer ago, that no matter what she tried to do her hair it would always remain as tight curls and ringlets), picked up her PADD and headed out the recovery ward and back to ICU.

The facility was much as she had left it, Mrr’eth and T’Pei were checking out all the alien equipment, figuring out how it worked and that it would be compatible with Starfleet tech, whilst Iland and Berx were going through all of the supplies they had brought with them.

It was Mrr’eth who noticed her arrival first, a combination of his acute hearing and smell. He glanced over at her. “How does the rest of the facility look?” the Caitian asked.

“Extensive. I just hope we don’t have to use too much of it,” she admitted. “How’re things going here?”

Mrr’eth glanced back at the scanner he’d been examining. “Slowly. We can take educated guesses at what some of this stuff does and, in a couple of instances, have gotten them powered up to check, but without some technical support we’ll have to rely on our tricorders for the time being.”

“I’ll go and speak with engineering, see if they can spare a diagnostics specialist,” she told him. As the ranking officer, it would fall to her to be their voice with the other departments; though she knew that the engineers would be busy with key systems, she could easily argue that a fully functioning sickbay was of utmost importance to the crew.

Turning to Iland she asked, “How are we doing for supplies?”

The Rigellian tugged on her pointed ear, looking at the cases and kits they’d brought over with them only a few days ago. “We’re looking good so far; six medkits and some other key pieces of equipment to keep us going, including an osteological infuser and neuro-stimulators. The problem we could face would be our supply of drugs—the sooner we know if this ship has a pharmaceutical replicator the better position we’ll be in.”

“Start looking to see if we can stretch out our current stock, we’ll then need to restrict their use for serious emergencies only until we can find a way to produce more.”

Iland nodded. “We’ll get started once we’ve finished the full inventory.”

“No,” Kinsey stated, which stopped all four of them. “Once you’ve finished with your current tasks, I want you all to find a bunk and get some rest—none of us have slept in over a day, so I want you all rested.”

“What about you?” asked Mrr’eth, giving his closest approximation of a scowl.

“I’ll take a break once you’re back, in the meantime though I have to go and harass some engineers.”

“Nurse,” he began, but she shut him down with a look.

“I know what you’re going to say, believe me I will take a break when I can—but only after I make sure you’ll have an engineer to work with on all this.”

He gave her a toothy smirk. “I feel sorry for Lieutenant Ra-Vahneii.”

She chuckled before gesturing to the scanner. “I’ll give you a hand with that first, then go and make a nuisance of myself.”

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Old November 14 2013, 09:36 PM   #23
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Liking what I'm reading. More, please...?
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Good plan, take it one little bite at a time. It's interesting to see that even veteran Starfleet officers are having a tough time getting their heads around their new circumstances. How many of these people heard the story of Voyager's plight and whispered, 'Those poor bastards!'
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I always thought that was something missing from VOY, was someone who faced a sense of dread and despair at being 70,000 light-years from home, so its something I would want to address in this. Some will handle it better than others, but they will all face moments of doubt and will miss certain things about being home--hopefully I can give you all a diverse cast to see their situation through.

I'm also starting to think up possible ideas for their first Andromeda adventure.
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Observation Deck, Alien Ship
Position Alpha, Andromeda Galaxy

At the back of deck eleven, the lowest on the alien ship, was a long but narrow room, dominated by a dozen large viewports whilst there were several small tables and couches throughout the room. Obviously it was a space used for recreation, where those onboard could come and have an uninterrupted view of the stars. Whilst wandering through the ship, Kal Dheyn had come across the space and come to like the quiet respite it offered, it was where he always found himself when he needed to organise his thoughts.

Almost everyone else onboard were trying to get to grips with the technology, trying to make the ship work how they thought it should, but he preferred to merely observe and document what he found before trying to look for patterns that he could decipher. This whole ship was an anthropologists dream, and it was one he was living.

The mission the Mandela had been on was searching uninhabited worlds for possible colony or terraforming sites, so there was little need for a large social science division. As such he had only overseen five specialists, all of whom were now onboard the alien ship—after he’d requested them for the research mission. So he had checked in with them all individually, making sure they were alright given where they were now. He had told them to try and focus on their work, to study the ship as best they could but to come to him if they needed support. For him there was nothing more important than the wellbeing of his people—something he had learned from being in Starfleet rather than his childhood on Thallon.

As with many of the ‘public’ spaces onboard, the observation deck was divided up by steps (just two in this room), so the entrance was a little higher than when the windows met the deck plating. He was sitting on those steps, his uniform jacket draped over his knee, his tricorder and several PADDs scattered around him, whilst his gaze was directed out the windows at the glittered stars.

There would be many onboard who would be having trouble with their predicament, feeling lost and abandoned, missing friends and family and their homes. Dheyn felt more fortunate than some, as he had no family and the world he had been born on wasn’t much of a home. He would miss the Mandela and the friends he had there, but he had many on the alien ship so he was still with his family. Then there was the fact that they were actually in another universe, one filled with its own unique lifeforms, their intricate histories and diverse cultures—if the ship could have keep him working for the rest of his days, Andromeda would keep his descendents busy for dozens if not hundreds of generations.

His reflection smiled back at him.

The open tricorder chirped, breaking his reverie. He had set it up to act as a central processor for the datapads he’d been working on, then set it to run a comparison on all their findings so far. Hopeful, he picked up the device and entered a few commands, then read the results on the small screen. Unfortunately what he was asking of it seemed to be too much and it was indicating a fault in the data transmission. What he really needed to run a full and thorough compilation was a proper computer core, one designed to handle such feats in a matter of minutes.

Sighing he closed the tricorder and set it back on the deck, picking up a PADD instead. He would have to rely on his own eyes and training. Instead of using telemetry he opted for the visual scans the away teams had been taking. So far they had determined that the species who had built the ship were bipedal (the ladders had proven that), averaged around one-point-eight meters in height (going by the doors, which caused problems for his two-point-one-five meter frame), warm-blooded (at least going by the optimal settings of the environmental controls), and most likely of the same humanoid shaping as Dheyn and most of the others onboard (though the ship controls hinted at the fact that the builders could have had just four digits per hand). He would also hazard a guess that they were somewhat hierarchical, with the design of the bridge and all the stairs there were, as though they had a need to show all what their place was onboard. They would also appear to value their privacy, not only was the ship’s hull impossible for Starfleet sensors but, from what he’d heard, the computer core had multiple partitions, firewalls, encryptions algorithms, and numerous empty files—the data from which had been thoroughly deleted. The also had a thing about spheres, the geometric shape was everywhere.

Of course all the findings he and his team were making were written up, but then there was a void. All the science specialists onboard had been given their own tasks to oversee and work on, transmitting their information and reports back to the Mandela where Commander Coleman, from her bed in sickbay, went over everything. There hadn’t been an officer assigned to oversee the work onboard. The ranking science officer was Lieutenant Laaun, but as a Rhaandarite the Lieutenant wasn’t one for leadership (despite rank), always willing to defer to others and wanting to focus on the stars, planets, systems and charts. He would’ve gone directly to Commander Takashima, but he seemed to have more than enough on his plate, though if something they found would prove to be useful in unlocking the ship’s secrets and unravelling its mystery he would of course take it too him; for now however, he would keep on top of all they were working on.

His growling stomach echoed in the empty observation deck. Only then did he realise just how hungry he was, as his last meal hadn’t been since just before they were transported away. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten so caught up in his work that he’d forgotten to eat. Though it would mostly likely be just another ration pack, it was better than nothing. Putting his jacket back on he rose up to his full height and stretched out every toned muscle under his scarlet red skin, getting the circulation going again into his glutes—he’d been sitting for far too long.

After slipping the tricorder back into its holster on his belt, he gathered up the PADDs and headed out the exit, ducking slightly to get his bald head through, then headed for the mess hall. On a ship this size, with only one hundred people scattered throughout the corridors were quiet. He had to wonder if it had always been this way, or if the ship had once been full of vibrancy and life when the original crew (if there had indeed been an original crew) had lived and served onboard. Of course, every question he posed himself branched off into a dozen others, none of which looked answerable anytime soon.


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Old November 16 2013, 11:48 PM   #27
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Just wanted to chime in. I like the inclusion of a Thallonian crewmember. I liked a lot of the species Peter David created in New Frontier and it's cool that you're using one.
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Dheyn actually caused me a little trouble to begin with. I knew I wanted a xenology specialist onboard (handy thing to have when facing totally new and unknown races), and I knew that he was to be an alien but wasn't sure just what kind.

He started off as a Deltan but that didn't feel right, so I asked for suggestions on another site and someone threw out Thallonian. Amongst all the others it just stood out to me as something different that I hadn't used before. Also a bald, 2.1 meter, scarlet-skinned man is going to stand out in the crowd.

About to start work on the next couple of little intros, hopefully get them posted tomorrow.
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Main Engineering, Alien Ship
Position Alpha, Andromeda Galaxy

The engine room stretched for three decks, with the main entrance being on the middle level, connected to the ones above and below by a staircase, as well as numerous ladders and a small lift. The facility was circular, in the middle of which was the warp core—a spherical shaped piece of tech with four umbilical’s holding it in place, two fed it fuel and two directed the energy produced in the core out to the engines. Given the advanced design of the ship and the unusual technology onboard (the galactic jump device on the level below was just one of them), some might have found it weird that it utilised a matter/antimatter power core similar to what Starfleet employed on their own ships. For Zelle Ra-Vahneii it wasn’t that bizarre.

Of all the warp capable species in the Milky Way they had encountered, well over ninety percent utilised some form of M/ARA, so it wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility that the builders of this ship, wherever it came from, used the technology. Once a species learned of the energy generating potential of a matter/antimatter reaction, the greatest challenge was how to harness and contain the massive amount of power it produced. For Starfleet that was in the form of a dilithium matrix secured within a magnetic containment field, for this species however the crystalline structure they used to focus the matter/antimatter annihilation also contained it within itself, without the need for any kind of protective field. Until they understood it better however, she had ordered a series of portable forcefield generators set up around the core.

Had it not been for the similarities to Starfleet tech then getting main power restored would’ve taken far longer than it had. They still had to get to grips with the finer points of the system, but they’d been able to understand it enough to get it working. The engineers onboard would just need to wait for the translation and computer experts onboard to get the UT fully integrated, before they could really play about with the core. Until then there was plenty of jobs to be doing.

She had teams ensuring the environmentals were stable, others going over the sensors, a couple on loan to Nhataq to go over the weapons array, structural engineer th’Vohrn was working with Ensign Banaszek (a metallurgy specialist from the science section) going over samples of the hull, she’d also just dispatched a diagnostics technician to sickbay to help them—after Nurse Kinsey had made a very practical and sound argument, coupled with a look that told Ra-Vahneii that ‘no’ wasn’t going to be an acceptable answer. Her people were in demand, but with only twenty-eight engineers onboard in total, then there was only so much they could do.

That applied as much to herself as her whole staff combined. She was bone tired. The last time she had felt this exhausted was in her senior year at the Academy when she had stayed up for five days straight, studying and finishing off three different projects all needed before finals. She knew that once she sat down she’d be out like a light, but she could barely stay on her feet for much longer, so she was forced to call it a night.

Leaving Lieutenant JG Indai in charge, with strict instructions to comm her if anything changed, she slumped off to find an empty bunk. Fortunately the ship had accommodation for over eight times her current complement, so finding an unoccupied bed near to the engine room was relatively easy. Despite how tired she was, her mind continued to race with what needed to be done. High up on her list was to rip Crewman Raine a new one. She’d requested the computer genius onto the alien ship, knowing that despite all his bragging and condescension, he was one of the best she’d met. She’d thought that would mean the system would be easy for him to crack, as he often complained about having nothing taxing to do on the Mandela, but with so much hinging on getting the computer on their side, there was only so much they could do with tricorders, guesswork and hope.

Stumbling into the bedroom, she smiled to herself at the guilty pleasure she’d get from chewing him out—even just a little. Flopping onto the bare mattress, she was surprised at just how comfy the bed was, though that could’ve been the exhaustion talking—even a bunk on a Klingon Bird-of-Prey would’ve felt like sleeping on a cloud. A few moments before sleep took hold, she tried and failed to kick off her boots, but soon she was out to the world, fully clothed on the bed.

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Old November 17 2013, 08:56 PM   #30
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Re: Star Trek: (Unnamed Project) - Crossroads

So we're getting to know the crew. Well, so far they seem like a capable bunch but of course they have yet to be truly tested. Who knows what kind of craziness this galaxy will throw at them.
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