Randor
Lieutenant Commander
Captain’s log, Stardate 2364.08 Our destination is Planet Deneb IV, beyond which lies the great unexplored mass of the galaxy. My orders are to take on the remainder of my senior crew, most not notably my first officer, a highly experienced experienced man, one Commander William T. Riker will be waiting to join the ship at our Deneb IV destination.Meanwhile I’m becoming better acquainted with my new command – this Galaxy-class USS Enterprise-D.
Jean-Luc Picard smiled faintly to himself as the turbolift made its quiet journey from Deck Thirty Six to Deck One. The doors parted and he stepped onto the massive bridge. The aft stations were manned by security and science personnel, the horshoe-shaped tactical station was manned by a fierce looking Lieutenant Worf, the only Klingon in Starfleet. He rounded tactical and strode to the lower section of the command deck. The forward conn and ops stations were manned by specialists in their field. Cadet Wesley Crusher and Lieutenant Commander Data respectively. Picard still marveled at young Wesley’s drive and accomplishments. At the age of fifteen he was a sophomore in Starfleet Academy and had been assigned to Enterprise for field studies. Picard had only been too happy to grant the post to the child of his two dearest friends, Jack and Beverly Crusher, who were serving together to this day as Jack commanded Picard’s old ship, the Stargazer.
He turned back and took his seat in the captain’s chair. To his left, ship’s counselor Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi smiled at him as he sat. the young Betazoid therapist and contact specialist, looking serene in her blue Starfleet uniform, swivled the data screen away that she had been studying. “Captain,” she said in way of greeting.
He nodded. “Mister Data, you will agree thatour mission to Farpoint Station is rather routine.”
The android pushed the ops panel away on its swivel with a his of air and turned around to face Picard. “Yes sir. Twelve years ago the Starship Malinche uncovered an alien lifeform that had been captured by the Bandi, the natives of Deneb Four. It had been forced to use it’s shape changing and replicator technology to simulate a Starbase. Captain Sanders freed the creature when another of its race came to the planet in search of its lost comrade. Since that time, the Starfleet corps of engineers have been working in tandem with the Bandi, constructing a new base to Federation standards.”
Picard took in the information, all of which had been in the mission briefing, and nodded. “Excellent. So no complications are expected from our mission?”
“Nothing more than the usual risks involved in deep space exploration. When we depart the planet and our actual mission begins, we will be traveling into sectors of the galaxy that no Federation vessel has visited before.”
“Which, I believe,” Picard said with a smirk, “is the primary goal of this vessel.”
Data nodded and returned to his position.
“It’s quite an undertaking, regardless,” Deanna Troi said. “This ship is provisioned for a twenty year mission. Once we depart the Alpha Cygni sector, we’re going to be out of range of Headquarters and the rest of the fleet, putting more and more distance between us each day. It’s a good thing we have families aboard.”
“Oh, I agree,” Picard said. “One thing I’ve learned over the years is the value of having your children with you. The experience they can accumulate living aboard a starship is almost without limits.”
“Yes, well,” Troi said. “All of us have strong ties to our families. I’m just glad my mother isn’t aboard.” She turned over her right shoulder. “What about you, Mister Worf? The idea of a completely new sector of the galaxy must seem exciting to a Klingon warrior.”
The security chief crossed his arms over his gold uniform. “Each unknown system presents itself a challenge for me. I find it… stimulating.” His revereiee was interrupted by a series of tones from his board. “Captain, sensors are detecting a wave of energy approaching, bearing three one mark two eight zero.”
Troi shook her head. “I don’t sense anything.”
“It’s a grid.. some sort of lattice,” Worf said. “Forming all around us!”
“Red alert,” Picard said, “full stop, and raise the shields.” He stood a took a few steps forward.
At the rear section of the bridge near the entrance to the conference lounge there was a bright white flash of light and a man appeared, dapped out in Starfleet uniform; an admiral’s uniform to be precise. “Mon capitane! I’d thought you’d never get here!”
Jean-Luc Picard smiled faintly to himself as the turbolift made its quiet journey from Deck Thirty Six to Deck One. The doors parted and he stepped onto the massive bridge. The aft stations were manned by security and science personnel, the horshoe-shaped tactical station was manned by a fierce looking Lieutenant Worf, the only Klingon in Starfleet. He rounded tactical and strode to the lower section of the command deck. The forward conn and ops stations were manned by specialists in their field. Cadet Wesley Crusher and Lieutenant Commander Data respectively. Picard still marveled at young Wesley’s drive and accomplishments. At the age of fifteen he was a sophomore in Starfleet Academy and had been assigned to Enterprise for field studies. Picard had only been too happy to grant the post to the child of his two dearest friends, Jack and Beverly Crusher, who were serving together to this day as Jack commanded Picard’s old ship, the Stargazer.
He turned back and took his seat in the captain’s chair. To his left, ship’s counselor Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi smiled at him as he sat. the young Betazoid therapist and contact specialist, looking serene in her blue Starfleet uniform, swivled the data screen away that she had been studying. “Captain,” she said in way of greeting.
He nodded. “Mister Data, you will agree thatour mission to Farpoint Station is rather routine.”
The android pushed the ops panel away on its swivel with a his of air and turned around to face Picard. “Yes sir. Twelve years ago the Starship Malinche uncovered an alien lifeform that had been captured by the Bandi, the natives of Deneb Four. It had been forced to use it’s shape changing and replicator technology to simulate a Starbase. Captain Sanders freed the creature when another of its race came to the planet in search of its lost comrade. Since that time, the Starfleet corps of engineers have been working in tandem with the Bandi, constructing a new base to Federation standards.”
Picard took in the information, all of which had been in the mission briefing, and nodded. “Excellent. So no complications are expected from our mission?”
“Nothing more than the usual risks involved in deep space exploration. When we depart the planet and our actual mission begins, we will be traveling into sectors of the galaxy that no Federation vessel has visited before.”
“Which, I believe,” Picard said with a smirk, “is the primary goal of this vessel.”
Data nodded and returned to his position.
“It’s quite an undertaking, regardless,” Deanna Troi said. “This ship is provisioned for a twenty year mission. Once we depart the Alpha Cygni sector, we’re going to be out of range of Headquarters and the rest of the fleet, putting more and more distance between us each day. It’s a good thing we have families aboard.”
“Oh, I agree,” Picard said. “One thing I’ve learned over the years is the value of having your children with you. The experience they can accumulate living aboard a starship is almost without limits.”
“Yes, well,” Troi said. “All of us have strong ties to our families. I’m just glad my mother isn’t aboard.” She turned over her right shoulder. “What about you, Mister Worf? The idea of a completely new sector of the galaxy must seem exciting to a Klingon warrior.”
The security chief crossed his arms over his gold uniform. “Each unknown system presents itself a challenge for me. I find it… stimulating.” His revereiee was interrupted by a series of tones from his board. “Captain, sensors are detecting a wave of energy approaching, bearing three one mark two eight zero.”
Troi shook her head. “I don’t sense anything.”
“It’s a grid.. some sort of lattice,” Worf said. “Forming all around us!”
“Red alert,” Picard said, “full stop, and raise the shields.” He stood a took a few steps forward.
At the rear section of the bridge near the entrance to the conference lounge there was a bright white flash of light and a man appeared, dapped out in Starfleet uniform; an admiral’s uniform to be precise. “Mon capitane! I’d thought you’d never get here!”
