Putting and End to the Mission

Posted on Mon Nov 14th, 2011 @ 5:36pm by Commodore Samantha York
Edited on on Mon Nov 14th, 2011 @ 5:39pm

477 words; about a 2 minute read

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Samantha sat at her desk, finishing her report to Starfleet. She chose her words with care. They needed a report with the pertinent facts, but the details could cause more harm than good. As seemed to be the norm on the Calypso, what started out as a simple mission turned out to be anything but.

A Stooge-like government, a planet full of Borrowers and a suicidal security officer were not what Sam would call routine.

At least the new planetary government -- or, more accurately, the legitimate government restored to power -- wanted to open talks with the Federation. They'd agreed to allow a scientific outpost on Michnar IX to study the wormhole: as long as the scientists didn't interfere with the inhabitants' scavenging. It was a good start. Maybe, one day, the planet would be in a position to petition for membership in the Federation. But with the wide variety of technology in use on the planet, it would take some doing before that could happen.

Sam shook her head. Her own ship now sported a train, a plane and a Mayan box that came from the wormhole. She wasn't sure what they'd do with them, but they would be interesting to study. She received a raised eyebrow and a reluctant nod of approval at her request to keep the "artifacts" on board, but as she was technically an explorer and her science and engineering departments were eager to take on the extra work.

Sam finished her report and sent it off. "Done." She sat back and took a sip of her carrot tea. She still wasn't sure what to say or do about Kyt. But, as they did find her DNA in the wreckage, she could officially report her as dead, but Sam still had her doubts.

"Kyt, if you're alive, I hope you stay dead."

She stood and walked to the viewport. She wanted a break. The last two missions were taxing on the ship and the crew. If she were honest with herself, she needed a break. Security needed a break. The rest of the crew could use one as well. "York to bridge. Lay in a course for Starbase Typhon." They'd used up a lot of medical equipment with the epidemic and the drought on the planet. They needed to resupply. It was a perfect opportunity to give her crew some shore leave.

Just thinking about a week on Typhon with Damon made her feel lighter. She finished her tea and returned the cup to the replicator. Now to contact Damon so he could make the necessary crew assignments.

One week. One blissful, uneventful week to unwind. The thought made her smile. It was a starbase. What could go wrong?

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Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Starbase Typhon

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