Changing Course
Posted on Tue Jun 7th, 2011 @ 8:53am by Commodore Samantha York
Edited on on Tue Jun 7th, 2011 @ 9:15am
455 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission:
Shades of Gray
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: Current
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Samantha was finally caught up with her reports. The ship was back to normal and she was looking forward to more quiet exploring. That is, if you consider Mythraeli "quiet." Compared to Turkana IV, it was paradise, so as far as Sam was concerned, it was quiet.
She also had Damon back on duty. He'd been moping around so much she was afraid he'd leave altogether and head to Earth without her. But now that he was officially her XO, she had high hopes that that, too, was back to normal.
Her computer beeped an incoming message from Fleet Headquarters. "Computer, answer."
The seal of Theta Fleet Headquarters flashed on the screen just before it was replaced by the face of Admiral Kathryn burke.
"Captain York. I read your report on Mythraeli. Our scientists are fascinated by the possibility of future communication with the trees." She smiled. Fascinated was probably an understatement, but she was sure the Captain would understand. "But that's not why I am contacting you."
Admiral Burke pushed a button on her desk and a file appeared on Sam's computer. "We received a communication from Michnar VII. They're suffering a planetary epidemic. Food and medicine are scarce. Law enforcement has failed to keep looting at bay. Starfleet has been asked to send medicine, food and a military presence to ensure they get delivered to the people who need them and not the gangs controlling the black market. Supplies are waiting for you at Starbase 42. Everything you need is in the report I sent. You are to leave immediately. Do you have any questions?"
Sam opened the file and scanned through it. "No. Everything is clear enough. How bad is the situation on Michnar VI?"
"To be honest, I don't know. The planetary government is cagey about that particular subject. However, we're assigning you a mission specialist. He should be arriving via shuttle today. He will work with you as advisor and diplomatic attach should you need one. Good luck, Sam."
"Thanks. I think." She bid the Admiral farewell and sat back. This one promised to be as complicated as Turkana IV. From the sound of it, it might even be worse. With a sigh she began to read through the data.
Lieutenant Commander Preston. She had to admit -- at least to herself -- that she'd never heard of the man. But, if Command sent him as her Mission Advisor, he had to have something she'd need. Or something they thought she'd need. She hoped.
Sam checked on the arrival of Commander Wexler's shuttle. The least she could do was meet him when he arrived. Knowing her luck, she'd be late.
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Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso