So following on from discussions under Future of Trek I decided to experiment with a new crew set up. This could probably also go under The Untold Era banner as well, as it takes place in 2356, eight years before the E-D was launched. * * * * * It wasn’t very often Eyden Nuur had the chance to admire the Messenger, but the view out of Vice Admiral Bak-Ari’s office anteroom afforded her the opportunity to admire the Mark-II Oberth-Class surveyor. The gleaming white hull, adorned with an upgraded shield grid, sensor palettes, and type-seven collimated phaser arrays, stood out against the blackness of space. Her original nacelles had been replaced with something akin to the Cheyenne- or Springfield-Class, whilst her warp core was also replaced with one that was more fuel efficient. On the small saucer, the port and starboard cargo bay and forward hangar doors had all been removed, with the shuttlebay now at the rear of the secondary hulls upper decks, and cargo bays located below it. The most prominent new feature was the new third pylon, located between the two originals and allowing a more direct access between the two hulls, eliminating a design feature that had often been more of a burden than a benefit. At the base of the new pylon was the ships probe launcher, which was also rated for photon torpedoes. Science ships had long been preyed upon, seen as easy targets, so most of the new features were intended to give the Mark-II a little more bite—she was by no means a warship, but she could definitely hold her own if circumstances called for it. The extensively redesigned and rebuilt Messenger was one of a dozen in service, an attempt by the Starfleet Corps of Engineers to keep the class going for a few years more, until the brass could agree on a suitable replacement for the science ship that had served the fleet for almost a century. As her first command, Nuur was of course a little biased about the ship, but in four years she’d clocked up thousands of light-years and would keep going as long as she could. The doors to the admiral’s office opened and the tall, elegant Cebelran stepped out. Immediately her posture stiffened. “Captain,” he greeted her with a slight bow of his elongated head. “Admiral,” she replied, copying his respectful nod. He gestured to his office. “Please, come in.” She stepped into his office and was immediately hit by the smell, a heady mix of peat, jasmine and cherries, with a metallic undertone. There was a steaming teapot on the admiral’s desk along with a number of candles gently flickering as the environmental system circulated air around the room, so she wasn’t sure just where the different smells were coming from, but they all mixed together to make her feel at ease. Bak-Ari sat behind his desk and she took one of the chairs opposite him. He clasped his hands together and sat forward. “Captain, what do you known of the Dakara Maelstrom?” She frowned for a moment, a little bewildered at the random question. “It’s a navigational hazard, a dense nebula of volatile gasses, gravimetric wave fronts, and EM distortion, no one gets near it if they can help it.” He nodded slowly. “What if I told you, all our previous assertions about it were wrong?” “Are you telling me that, sir?” The flag officer smiled. “Six months ago, we launched an experimental probe into that quagmire, to test out its new sensors and shielding. As expected we lost contact with it, but the probe had been programmed with a course that would take it through the Maelstrom and out the far side—though there were some who didn’t believe we’d ever see it again. Two weeks ago it emerged and our science team got to work analysing the results, what they found has left them shocked and stunned. “What we see from out here appears to just be a shell, after a few million kilometres it clears up and a pocket of normal space exists.” “You can’t be serious, sir!” Bak-Ari’s smile grew wider, etching deep crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “It gets better, Captain. The probe picked up several systems and planets, as well as indications of warp capable species.” Nuur’s jaw almost hit the deck. “How is that possible?” “That’s where you come in, Captain.” She felt a wide grin spread across her face. “When do we leave, Admiral?” * * * * *
“Come,” Nuur called a second after the enunciator sounded. The doors parted and Lieutenant Commander Xaln Ra-Ghrovaii stepped into her ready room, his attention focused on the large PADD he held—as was her First Officer’s customary entrance. Through muscle memory he stopped right before her desk (there were times she considered reorganising her ready room, just to throw him off), before he nodded and handed the device to her. She looked at the display, which had the breakdown of all the supplies and provisions they’d taken on, how much fuel they’d taken on to top up their tanks, as well as all the equipment that it was believed they would need for their new assignment. “How’re things looking?” “Fully stocked and secured. The data transfer from Theta Station is complete—Vinajj and his people have already started going through it.” She chuckled. “That’ll keep them busy for a while.” “If this ship was powered on speculation and theorising we’d have traversed the Gamma Quadrant by now, sir.” “If only we could, Number One. How are the rest of the crew?” “Eager to get underway.” Ra-Ghrovaii had been her second-in-command since she’d become captain of the Messenger, she’d impressed by his attention to detail and organisational skills despite having never held the position before. The Efrosian was soft-spoken and thoughtful, rarely speaking if he had nothing of importance to say, indeed there was something almost Vulcan in his composed manner, it had taken a few months but he’d eventually started to open up with her, revealing a dry wit. She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to keep him aboard, suspecting that it wouldn’t be much longer before a bigger ship offered him a promotion—especially if their mission to the Dakara Maelstrom was a resounding success. “Well, they’ve just got another fifteen hours to wait, so they can enjoy one last night of liberty before getting back to work.” “Will you be partaking of the stations facilities?” She shook her head. “Not tonight, I want to get started on some of that telemetry data—I can’t let Vinajj have all the fun. You go and enjoy yourself.” “If you’re sure, sir.” “Go, have a Samarian Sunset for me.” “Have a pleasant evening, Captain,” he said, before giving her a curt nod and heading for the exit. As he approached the doors parted and revealed Doctor Vare Treyl reaching for the control panel. “Oh!” she started at the burly Efrosians sudden appearance. “Doctor, my apologies,” he atoned, stepping to the side to permit the Peliar Zelan to enter. “That’s quite alright, Commander, no harm done.” Nuur remained behind her desk, watching the awkward exchange, fighting to hide a smile. The pair of them were always so polite to one another when they spoke, but neither one noticed the longing looks they gave each other. It was a great talking point among many of the crew, whether the pair would ever realise their obvious feelings were just that—she didn’t need her telepathic abilities to pick up on that. “Good evening, Doctor,” she spoke up, just so they remembered they were actually in her office. Treyl’s cheeks flushed. “Evening Captain.” “Would you like me to stay, sir?” Ra-Ghrovaii enquired. “I think we’ll be alright, Number One. Thank you.” He gave her a nod then looked at Treyl, which lingered for a few seconds, before heading out the open door. The chief medical officer approached her desk. “Sorry about that, sir.” Nuur chuckled. “Quite alright, Doctor. Now what can I do for you?” “I was studying the readings from the probe, looking at anything that might be of issue for the crew, when I saw something in the barrier that worries me.” “What’s that?” she asked, indicating to an empty chair. With all the prep needed for their latest mission, Nuur hadn’t had the chance to start her own analysis of the readings—as she’d said to Ra-Ghrovaii, she’d planned to start that this evening. Treyl sat on the edge. “It looks like the phenomenon’s composition changes the closer to the interior, with high spikes in ionising epsilon radiation.” “How serious is it?” “From what the probe detected, it looks to be contained to the barrier itself, once clear of that the radiation levels return to normal. So long as our shields are up when we pass through the field then we should be alright, though I’d like to request extra dosages of hyronalin and lectrazine, and inoculate the crew before we enter.” Nuur picked up the requisitions PADD that her first officer had handed to her and submitted the request, tagging it as high priority. “That’s it with the station quartermaster, so should be with us in a few hours.” “Thank you, Captain.” “I wish we had a little more time to assess what the situation will be like once we get in there, but that is a luxury we don’t have right now.” “I guess we’ll have to rough it, so I might have to stock up on bandages, splints and osmotic eels.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Let’s hope we don’t get to that stage.” “Indeed,” Treyl agreed. “Thank you, Doctor.” The Peliar Zel native rose from the chair and paused. “Will you be making the most of our last night in port?” “All work and no play, I’m afraid—though it’s rare I get to enjoy a thorough telemetry analysis so it’ll be a good blast from the past.” She suppressed a smile. “But you should go over and enjoy yourself, I’m sure Commander Ra-Ghrovaii would appreciate the company.” Treyl tucked a rogue strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I might just do that.” Nuur watched the ship’s surgeon quickly head out of the ready room and finally allowed herself to chuckle. She never liked to play matchmaker, but in this instance she would make an exception—how two very intelligent and diligent people could miss all the clear signs baffled her. * * * * *
Eyden Nuur had been up until 0030 looking over the preliminary reports of the Maelstrom, before finally being too tired to keep her eyes open and so had finally fallen asleep only to be rudely awoken at 0530. She’d managed to drag herself out of bed and hit the gym for an hour, all the time cursing her alarm. A quick sonic shower, fresh uniform, and hearty breakfast with two strong mugs of coffee, and she was starting to feel more alert and ready for the day ahead. By 0730, only an hour and a half until they launched, she strode into the engine room and wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Lieutenant (j.g.) Konal Hagan already at work, though Lieutenant (j.g.) Sorok’s presence wasn’t something she had counted on. Both of them were engrossed in the rooms’ large master systems display. The Messenger’s engine room wasn’t dominated by a vertical warp core, the dimensions of the Oberth-Class ship didn’t allow for one, as such it was horizontal in a fore to aft orientation. The compact room was surrounded in consoles, displays, equipment lockers, piping and circuit housings, it was a facility that was designed to be practical, with no space going to waste. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she greeted them as she approach. “Good morning, Captain,” replied Sorok, turning to face her, his hands clasped behind his back. “Morning Cap,” was Hagan’s response as he continued to scrutinise the display. The Betazoid’s Academy transcript and previous performance reviews branded him “eccentric”, but the engineer had a gift for looking at problems and seeing imaginative solutions—a talent she expected in a good techie. “Problem?” “We were looking at the most appropriate way to cross the Maelstrom’s perimeter,” the Vulcan flight controller explained. “As we will be unable to pass at warp, we were attempting to discern the different effects the barrier would have on the ship at impulse.” “What’s wrong with ploughing through at full impulse?” “Integrity!” Hagan exclaimed, finally turning to look at her. “It would take less time at full impulse, our structural integrity would take a serious beating—even with shield geometry modulated to help us cut through. Whilst we would make it through in one piece, since repair facilities won’t be handy if the hull is compromised further once we’re inside the bubble then it might cause a slight case of death—especially when we attempt to leave.” “So we need to go through fast enough to limit our time inside the barrier, at the same time as not too fast to place unnecessary strain on the SIF,” she summed up. “Got it in one, Cap.” “I’m assuming you’ve crunched the numbers,” she said, looking from Hagan to Sorok. “One half impulse, Captain.” She frowned, recalling what she’d read about the barrier the night before. “At that speed we’ll be inside the Maelstrom for a little under thirty hours.” “Correct, sir, however with additional power transferred from non-essential systems to shields and structural integrity the risk of damage is significantly reduced, even with our extended time inside the barrier.” “Sounds like a plan.” Sorok bowed his head. “I will go to the bridge and begin work on the navigational programme. Captain, Lieutenant.” The dark-skinned Vulcan was about to take a step when Hagan stopped him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, holding up his right hand with his index and middle fingers extended. Sorok turned back to him, saw what he was doing, hesitated for a moment, before mirroring the gesture and touching their fingertips together. The simple contact lasted only a second or two, before Sorok hurried out the engine room. “You wouldn’t believe it, Cap, but by Vulcan standards he is actually quite the romantic.” “I’ll take your word for it,” she replied, wondering for a moment how they’d managed to amalgamate traditional Betazoid and Vulcan marriage ceremonies. She shook her head to clear the train of thought. “Everything else ready for departure, Lieutenant?” Hagan looked around engineering for a moment, his hands on hips, then nodded as he turned his attention back to her. “I think we’re all good to go down here.” “Good. I’d like final system status reports within the hour.” “You got it, Cap.” * * * * *
Reads quite well! Look forward to more Maintenance note thou: In the first post, "a course to would take it through the Maelstrom" line seems off, change to to That, I think. Not an English major or editor, in fact i'm quite re known for my sloppiness and incorrect spellings.. Victim of the Louisiana Edumication sistem
At warp factor six the Dakara Expanse was ten days away from Theta Station, so after a successful launch they had already crossed half that distance. Due to the largely unknown nature of their mission, Nuur had called for daily senior staff briefings, to ensure all the departments were on the same page and that she was kept up to speed with preparations. The fifth such meet was drawing to a close when she looked at Lieutenant Irazi-Mau. “Counsellor, could you remain for a few moments, everyone else is dismissed.” The Grazerite nodded and remained seated as the rest of the officers rose and headed for the exit. After a few moments it was just the pair of them left seated at the conference room’s long wooden table. “So, what can I help you with, Captain?” the ship’s counsellor and diplomatic officer asked, comfortably reclined in the high-backed chair, his hands interlaced and resting on his stomach. Irazi-Mau had a habit of sitting back and watching events, even in staff meetings he rarely chipped in, preferring instead to observe the dynamics at play among those present, it was only when asked for input that he spoke up in his deep baritone. “I was wondering for your assessment of our new arrivals. How do you think they’ll hold up with this as their first mission?” He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. Before arriving at Theta Station, the Messenger had taken on eight new crewmembers, emphasis on the ‘new’—as they had four Academy graduates and four rookie crewmen. Whilst she knew they had all been thoroughly trained and their files said they were ready for active duty, sometimes the real world could prove a little too much for some newbies. “From what I’ve seen so far,” he began, his words coming slowly as though he were thinking of every word, “I’d say that you have nothing to worry about. They all seem to have slotted in nicely with their colleagues and shipmates, even Ensign Jorhat, they’re developing a support network and so far I’ve heard nothing but good things from their superiors.” “Good, good,” she mused, nodding slowly. The counsellor scrutinised her for a moment longer, before a faint flicker of a smile crossed his lips. “You want my assessment of Ensign Mons.” Nuur chuckled. “And here I thought I was the telepath in the room.” “She was in the top five percent of her class, has scored highly in tactical combat and strategic planning, not to mention being one of the best marksmen in the last decade, you could ask for much more from a new security chief.” “I know, I read all that when I selected her to replace Lieutenant B’Jel, I’m just worried that I’m placing too much of a burden on such a young officer.” “Her psych profile shows that she is resilient, can cope with a high degree of stress and has developed a number of good coping techniques. Also, anyone who finishes the Academy Marathon on a twisted ankle won’t let any sort of adversity keep them down for long.” “Very true, though if its all the same to you, would you keep a discreet eye on her—just to make sure she’s doing alright. I’m not looking for updates on how she’s doing, but I’d just like to make sure she has someone else keeping an eye on her wellbeing.” “Other than yourself and Xaln you mean?” “Not even forty yet and I’m already a mother hen.” Irazi-Mau smiled warmly at her. “I’d just say you’re being a thoughtful and empathetic captain.” Before she could say anything more the intercom whistled. “Bridge to Captain Nuur.” She tapped the control panel on the table in front of her. “Nuur here, go ahead.” “Sir, you have a private signal coming through from Napea.” “Understood, can you route it to the conference room please.” “Acknowledged.” She closed the channel and looked back at the counsellor. “Thank you for your input, Lieutenant.” “Anytime, Captain,” he replied with an incline of his head, a sign of trust and respect among the Grazerite, as it exposed their neck to the other person. He rose from his chair and left the room, just as the main screen came to life with the Federation crest. She took a breath and let it out slowly, before entering her authorisation code for the receipt of the signal. Once it was entered, the face of older Napean man appeared, his once vibrant copper hair (a trait he’d passed along to his children) had long since turned to silver. “Hello father,” she greeted Jereth Nuur. “Good morning, Eyden. We hadn’t heard anything from you in a few days, not since your communiqué on your latest assignment,” the disappointment in the elder Nuur’s last work was evident. Being the youngest child of two physicists, she and her brothers had always been destined to enter the sciences, which they all did though she was the only one to do so by enrolling into Starfleet—a decision that had put her at odds with her parents, neither of whom were all that keen on the organisation. But she had proven its worth, at least as an academic institution, gaining advanced honours in planetary geology, stellar cartography and exobiology, and being involved in some very high-profile work. Her parents had almost come around to her choice when she was promoted to first officer of the Trial, things only got worse when she was offered command of the Messenger. “I was going to contact you and mother once I came off shift this evening, it’s all been a little hectic here. This does look to be an interesting assignment,” she told him with a polite smile. “Following up rogue readings from a probe is hardly making the most of your talents, Eyden, you should be doing more important work.” She kept the respectful smile cemented on her face, not wanting this conversation to go into another lecture about how she could be involved in pure research with the Daystrom Institute or Vulcan Science Academy, followed by the standard argument. Of course she hadn’t been able to tell them the full details of their mission, due to the nature of the discovery and the desire to keep other races from learning of the pocket of space, the crew were ordered to maintain strict confidentiality. They had a cover story in place (carrying out a follow up investigation of some unusual new readings from within the Dakara Maelstrom, which would effect long-range communications), and had to abide by the limitations headquarters had put upon them. “This looks to be a very interesting mission, it’s a shame we’ll be out of communications for so long though as we study it.” “Six months staring at a mass of stellar dust and gravity eddies is hardly going to be one for the scientific journals, now is it?” “Who knows what we might find.” “Ollan’s latest expedition has caused quite a stir, they believe they’ve found the remains on a Tkon Empire stronghold in the Epsilon Iridani system—the Federation Archaeology Council are very interested.” “Well that’s good for him, even for someone who ‘plays in the dirt’,” she responded, paraphrasing her father’s own sentiment when her brother had announced what field he was going to study. Before Jereth could say anything more, she continued on from her petty jab. “I’m going to have to call you back father, I have another meeting I have to get to.” She could tell from his pinched expression that he wasn’t impressed. “Very well. We’ll be waiting to hear from you shortly. Goodbye Eyden.” “Take care, father.” The channel closed and she felt her whole body deflate. It was always astounding how quickly she could go from being a confident and accomplished Starfleet Captain to feeling like a petulant child whenever her parents contacted her—no doubt Irazi-Mau would have a field day with the dysfunctional parent/child dynamic they had. Was it any wonder she volunteered for every mission that would keep her on the edge of Federation space, sectors away from her homeworld? * * * * *
We can't always please our parents. All we can hope is that they support us and allow us to pursue our own happiness.
The bridge of the Messenger was an odd mix of standard design elements and unusual features that made it somewhat quirky. The command chair was on a raised platform in the middle of the deck, with a pair of consoles between it and the viewscreen at the front, though in this case flight control was on the captain’s right and tactical was beside it. Behind the big chair were monitors and displays, whilst the port and starboard bulkheads were filled with three stations each (operations, engineering and environmental to port, and three dedicated science consoles opposite), whilst the two entrances to the command centre flanked the viewscreen. When she’d first arrived, Nuur had found the layout a little odd, but she’d quickly come to realise that the setup worked for the survey ship. Of course, it was rare to have every post manned, although this was most definitely one of those times. “Captain, we are approaching the Maelstrom,” Sorok announced. “Drop us out of warp and bring us to all stop, Lieutenant.” “Aye sir.” The ship dropped effortlessly to sublight speed before the Vulcan helmsman reversed their engines and brought the scout to a dead stop. She suspected that even without their inertial dampeners she wouldn’t have felt a thing thanks to his graceful manoeuvres. “Activate viewscreen,” Ra-Ghrovaii ordered, stepping forward with his hands clasped behind his back. A moment later, the viewer came to life and showed them the foreboding swirling mass of dark clouds that was the Dakara Maelstrom, illuminated from within by bursts of EM lightening—though all it did was cast darker shadows within the kaleidoscope of gas and dust that filled the entire display. “I never thought it would be so beautiful,” Lieutenant Kezla Idaron exclaimed from ops, a look of sheer awe on the Trills dark face. “So are tzari eels, until their venomous tendrils ensnare you and stop you from breathing in under fifteen seconds—they say the feeling is like have your ribcage crushed,” countered Lieutenant Commander Vinajj from Science II. Nuur shot the Boslic scientist an exasperated look. “Humans say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Commander, so you can see it in your way and Kez can see it in hers.” “What do scans show?” the first officer asked, looking from Vinajj to Idaron and back. As they both turned to studying the incoming sensor data, Ensign Mons glanced over her shoulder at them. “There are no other ships in the area, sir. It looks like gravitational waves are at a lower level than usual, though there is a spike in EM distortions.” From the corners of her eyes, she could see both older officers look at the rookie on the bridge—Vinajj was clearly impressed whilst Idaron was more annoyed at being showed up by the ensign. Nuur smiled to herself, though she was still concerned about the level of responsibility and pressure on the young officer, Mons definitely seemed as though she could handle herself. “Confirmed, sir,” the ops managed added after a few seconds of further study. “Very well then, we should make the most of the conditions and get started. Number One, note the time in the ships log. Kez, inform Theta Station we’re proceeding into the Maelstrom. Vin, ready all sensors, lets gather as much data as we can. Ensign, full power to shields and sound yellow alert. Mr Sorok, course plotting is at your discretion, one-half impulse.” As each officer acknowledged their orders and set about their tasks she tapped the intercom panel on the armrest of her chair. The boatswain’s whistle sounded throughout the ship. “All hands, we’re about to enter the outer layer of the Dakara Maelstrom so things could get a little rocky. Batten down the hatches and brace yourselves. Nuur out.” There was a moment of silence. As the bridge staff worked on preparing the ship and the rest of the crew below decks got themselves ready for entering the unknown, Nuur had a moment to herself just looking at the volatile barrier ahead of them. Getting through it in one piece would only be the first step, once they got to the other side they’d be on the own in the unknown with only each other to rely upon. This was a big demand of any crew, though she knew that the sixty-five officers, specialists and crewmen under her command were the best she could’ve asked for. Lieutenant Commander Ra-Ghrovaii appeared by her side once more. “Our entry time has been noted in the log and all decks have confirmed their readiness status, Captain.” She smiled at the Efrosian. “Thank you, Number One.” “Captain,” Idaron began, turning back to face her, “Vice Admiral Bak-Ari wishes us a fair voyage and says he’ll be looking forward to hearing from us in six months.” “All sensors active and I’ve got every available pair of eyes or whatever visual sensory organ trained on the readouts,” added Vinajj. “Shields are at one hundred percent; geometry has been reconfigured to help cut through the Maelstrom.” “Course one-seven-one-mark-three-two-five laid in; engines ready.” From all around her, Eyden Nuur could feel the steady swell of anticipation, apprehension and excitement. They were about to undertake the sort of mission many of them had joined Starfleet to do, to go boldly into the unknown, to explore unusual phenomena, and make contact with new races. She felt the corners of her lips curl and she gripped the armrests. “Mr Sorok, engage.” * * * * * END
There we go, a nice little intro for a new ship and crew. Just wondering how many will see what makes them truly unique
Whilst I haven't named all the crew, I have worked out the roster for this six month tour: Command Commanding Officer: Captain Eyden Nuur (Napean, Female) [Note: contemplating changing the spelling of her name to Noor, but as yet undecided] First Officer: Lt. Commander Xaln Ra-Ghrovaii (Efrosian, Male) Beta Shift Supervisor: Lieutenant TBD (Bolian, Female) Gamma Shift Supervisor: Lieutenant TBD (Hermat, Hermaphrodite) Administrative Assistant: PO3 TBD (Rigellian-Tomal, Male) Engineering Chief Engineering Officer: Lieutenant (jg) Konal Hagan (Betazoid, Male) Engineering Officer: Lieutenant (jg) TBD (Dedderac, Female) Engineering Officer: Ensign TBD (Vulcan, Male) Engineering Specialist: PO1 TBD (Andorian, Zhen) Engineering Specialist: PO2 TBD (Bolian, Female) Engineering Specialist: PO2 TBD (Tellarite, Male) Engineer: Crewman TBD (Caitian, Male) Engineer: Crewman TBD (Deltan, Male) Engineer: Crewman TBD (Rigellian-Cheron, Neutral) Engineer: Crewman TBD (Rigellian-Henahr, Male) Engineer: Crewman TBD (Saurian, Female) Engineer: Crewman TBD (Tiburonian, Female) Flight Control Chief Flight Control Officer: Lieutenant (jg) Sorok (Vulcan, Male) Flight Control Officer: Ensign Green (Nasat, Female) Engineering Officer: Ensign TBD (Orion, Female) Shuttle Control Specialist: PO2 TBD (Rigellian-Sirad, Male) Astrogation Plotter: PO3 TBD (Andorian, Shen) Navigational Systems Specialist: PO3 TBD (Vobilite, Male) Medical Counsellor / Diplomatic Officer: LIeutenant Irazi-Mau (Grazerite, Male) Chief Medical / Senior Life Sciences Officer: Lieutenant Vare Treyl (Peliar Zelan, Female) Nurse: Lieutenant (jg) TBD (Arcadian, Male) Nurse: Ensign TBD (Deltan, Male) Medical Technician: Crewman TBD (Bolian, Female) Medical Technician: Crewman TBD (Caitian, Male) Medical Technician: Crewman TBD (Tellarite, Male) Operations Chief Operations Officer: Lieutenant Kezla Idaron (Trill, Female) Operations Officer: Lieutenant (jg) TBD (Axanarite, Androgynous) Operations Officer: Ensign TBD (Tellarite, Female) Transporter Chief: CPO TBD (Andorian, Thaan) Quartermaster: PO1 TBD (Bolian, Male) Data Management Specialist: PO3 TBD (Rigellian-Sirad, Female) Communications Technician: Crewman TBD (Arcadian, Female) Computer Technician: Crewman TBD (Efrosian, Female) Sensor Technician: Crewman TBD (Rigellian-Tomal, Male) Science Second / Chief Science Officer: Lt. Commander Vinajj (Boslic, Male) Senior Stellar Sciences Officer: Lieutenant TBD (Dedderac, Female) Senior Planetary Sciences Officer: Lieutenant TBD (Saurian, Male) Senior Physical Sciences Officer: Lieutenant (jg) TBD (Bolian, Male) Senior Social Sciences Officer: Lieutenant (jg) TBD (Vulcan, Female) Junior Science Officer: Ensign Jorhat (Horta, Neutral) Planetary Science Specialist: SCPO TBD (Tellarite, Female) Stellar Science Specialist: CPO TBD (Rigellian-Henahr, Female) Life Science Specialist: CPO TBD (Saurian, Male) Physical Science Specialist: PO1 TBD (Vobilite Female) Social Science Specialist: PO2 TBD (Arcadian, Male) Stellar Science Specialist: PO2 TBD (Axanarite, Androgynous) Planetary Science Specialist: PO2 TBD (Bolian, Male) Life Science Specialist: PO2 TBD (Tiburonian, Male) Stellar Science Specialist: PO3 TBD (Vulcan, Female) Life Science Specialist: Crewman TBD (Andorian, Thaan) Physical Science Specialist: Crewman TBD (Betazoid, Female) Physical Science Specialist: Crewman TBD (Rigellian-Cheron, Neutral) Planetary Science Specialist: Crewman TBD (Deltan, Female) Social Science Specialist: Crewman TBD (Rigellian-Derva, Female) Social Science Specialist: Crewman TBD (Vulcan, Male) Security Chief Security Officer: Ensign Olanni Mons (Bolian, Female) Security Specialist: PO1 TBD (Saurian, Female) Security Specialist: PO2 TBD (Tellarite, Male) Security Guard: Crewman TBD (Andorian, Chan) Security Guard: Crewman TBD (Efrosian, Female) Security Guard: Crewman TBD (Napean, Male) So there it is, all 66 positions on the duty roster, filled by an all alien crew (28 different species in total, including 2 non-humanoids). I have a few ideas about where to take the Messenger on this little mystery, so I may very well return to them and flesh out this list as time goes by.
Ooh, another ship named Messenger! I am intrigued indeed in this alternate universe counterpart of my own ship. Good stuff here, Bry, as usual.