The End of the Wormhole, part 2

Posted on Mon Nov 14th, 2011 @ 5:33pm by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Serena "Seren" Jones & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Ensign Daniel Daniels
Edited on on Mon Nov 14th, 2011 @ 5:37pm

885 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Space around Michnar IX

ON

[OLD]

"Yeah. I tried asking it to identify a few items out there, but they are just too generic." Daniels said, with a shrug. "Though I think we've moved out of earth databases. The computer identifies at least one Vulcan musical instrument. It's not sure what the second is. Either a musical instrument, or some form of torture device. Same difference, depending on who's playing it."

[NEW]

Ronnie went back to Damion's console and leaned over him to bring up recent sensor scans from the Calypso. "I just remembered. The Calypso identified Flight 19. It disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle in the 1940s." She pulled it up and grinned at him. "Here's your hard evidence."

"I'd kiss you if it wasn't too forward." Damion smiled as he brought up the Intel file again. "Flight 19. December 5th 1945." He gave a quick laugh and then touched the console as it zoomed in on the last know reported area of Flight 19 which was within the Bermuda Triangle. "Lancaster? I owe you dinner." He smiled as he looked up to her.

Ronnie's face turned slightly pink. "Who says I don't like forward men?" she teased. "I'll hold you to that promise." Grinning wickedly, she went back to her console to she what she could continue scanning the wormhole. Suddenly the sensor readings began to jump. "Something's happening with the wormhole."

Serena watched the two talk and she started to shake her head. Her sensors were going off. She turned to look over the sensors and see what was happening. The Shuttle jolted and it almost started Seren. She quickly got into action and reversed the star board thrusters to make the shuttle start to back up from its current position. "Everyone hang on," she stated as she continued various maneuvers.

Ronnie was gathering as much data as she could, not knowing how long the wormhole would be open. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get an up-close-and-personal look at an open wormhole.

Damion was thrown back a bit and then began to hit his console. "Keep her steady!" He yelled as he began to hit franticly at the display as the Delta Flyer began to steady. Damion looked around and then back to his console. "Everyone Okay?" He said as his widened his eyes." Lancaster. Come over here." He smiled as he focused the external sensors to one object that was just spat out of the wormhole. "You definitely have to come see this."

Ronnie checked to be sure the sensors were collecting the proper data and went back to Damion's station. "What..." She looked at his console. "Oh, wow."

"Lieutenant Jone's? Come about back to the wormhole." Damion said as looked at her and then to the front window of the flyer.


As the flyer came about, there in front of them was an old Earth tramp steamer. On the side of the ship, in big black print, was the SS Cotopaxi. It was a steam ship from the 1920's that was also said to have been lost in the Bermuda Triangle. It was never found and it seemed in pretty good shape. The moment the ship hit space there was a calm moment of silence, as the event left each crewman speechless. The silence was broken once an alarm from Ronnie's science station began to go off. There were life signs, but the sudden change in temperature and loss of oxygen began to quickly make them drop to almost nothing.

"Ronnie? What is it?" Damion said as she looked over to her station and then to her.

Ronnie's hand was on Damion's shoulder. She was unaware that she was squeezing tighter and tighter. "The ship ... had a full crew. They died instantly. The transition from a temperate climate to absolute zero. Although they'd probably suffocate first..." her voice trailed off.
Damion brought his hand up and placed it onto hers. He closed his eyes and put his head down. No one deserved to die like that. Part of his former job was to refrain from showing any kind of emotion, but since he wasn't on that ship anymore and he could feel the sadness radiating off of Ronnie, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Hopefully they didn't know what hit them," she whispered, her voice cracking. It was a terrible, senseless way to go. Damion's hand on hers helped console her.

Serena looked at the screen and placed a worried and scared look on her face. She wondered how these people died and if it could happen to them if they stay in the area longer. Or even worst if they were allowed to explore some of these ships, would it be the end for them.

Damion looked at his console, trying to get a reading on the ship itself. Slowly he saw the ships sensors began to come close to another drifting object.
"They're gonna hit. Tray a tractor be-" It was too late. The impact had caused both areas of impact to shatter, leaving a hole in both objects.

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Serena "Seren" Jones
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Calypso

 

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