Rescue Prime

Posted on Sun Jan 11th, 2026 @ 8:06pm by Captain Shran dh'Klar

426 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Not All Orders Are Easy
Location: USS Washington

The crew had enjoyed shore leave on Risa, but that was weeks ago now. They had spent the last few weeks on routine duty, supply runs, scientific missions, and patrolling the Neutral Zone. Always fun to wave the flag and remind the Romulans they were around, even if diplomatic relations with them were good.

The Washington had just left Station 314, mostly a simple sensor station near the Neutral Zone. They had left them supplies and rotated in a new person onto the station. They were travelling at low speeds, only warp 4 at the moment. Shran was on the bridge, Deanna the only other command officer on duty.

"Picking up a signal, somewhat garbled" Deanna noted.

"Put it on screen" Shran ordered.

The viewscreen came to life, the image distorted. "This is Dr. Darkwa at... tion. Plasma storm... radioactive...tance required."

"Can you clear it up any?" Shran asked.

"The transmission is being garbled by a plasma storm. This is as clear as it is going to get" Deanna replied.

"Can we get a reply to them, let them know assistance in coming?" Shran questioned.

"If we tie in emergency power to the transceiver, they should get our reply" Deanna replied. She didn't need the captain to tell her to get it done, and so she quickly made the arrangements. "Go ahead sir" she noted when it was ready.

"This is the USS Washington. We have received your distress signal and are on our way" Shran noted in the message.

"No reply sir, but with the interference on their end, they simply may be unable to get a signal through to us at this point" Deanna noted.

"Where are they?" Shran asked.

"Dr, Darkwa is the lead anthropologist with an imbedded team on a planet called Eorin. The native species is primitive, only recently entering the Iron Age. Reports are that they are on a human developmental track, and while still fairly tribal, moving towards a feudal track" Deanna responded.

"Send coordinates to the helm and engage at Warp 7" Shran ordered.

A few moments later the ship altered course and increased speed. As it did Shran looked to Deanna, "Pull all information regarding Dr. Darkwa and his team as well as all reports they have sent over the last 6 months. And I want full sensor sweeps of the area, as often as possible. We need to determine everything we can before we arrive."

"Understood" Deanna said with a nod.

Shran hit his comm badge, =^=Jon, come to the bridge. Bring Callie. We've picked up a distress call. =^=

 

RSS Feed