Season 8, Mission 02 Broken Wings

[Kale Bridges]

" Your welcome commander. Now, what do you say we go out and complete this survey? I'm dying to get back and get a real assignment from the brass. "
Scott stood up, and allowed Reece to leave the ready room first. Scott made his way to the centre of the bridge, and turned to face the science console.
" Lee, what's our status? Almost finished updating our records of this sector? "

"Sounds good sir." He stood up and left the room, heading straight past the XO chair to the tactical console, to where Shelaf was.

"I'm gonna miss this console." He joked, tapping it. He stepped away and sat in the XO's chair, accessing the console in front to monitor the systems.

He heaved a deep breath and glanced over the reports.

[Scott Bradley]

" Almost finished sir. There's not much out this way. looks like we've been relegated after our last mission. "

He looked as the captain shared a laugh with him, Lee was about to deliver his actual report when his console started beeping wildly.

" Captain, there's a distress call coming in. "

Scott's eyebrow raised.

" Where's it coming from? "

Scott turned to look at Shelaf

" Can you get anything from the signal? "

[Race Warez]

"Sounds good sir." He stood up and left the room, heading straight past the XO chair to the tactical console, to where Shelaf was.

"I'm gonna miss this console." He joked, tapping it. He stepped away and sat in the XO's chair, accessing the console in front to monitor the systems.

He heaved a deep breath and glanced over the reports.

Warez was still standing next to the chief and the Tactical station when the senior officers came out of the ready room. And as the XO pasted and tapped his old station for luck, Race caught Reeces eye. "No worries, sir. I'll be glad to help tend it for you." he grinned.

[Archangel Koris]

Archangel T'Koris had reported for duty a few minutes early as she had done for every dutyshift since they had left dry dock.  She would listen carefully to any comments or reports the other officers had to make before taking over the console and quietly carrying out her duties.  The disaster of the previous mission had sufficiently curtailed the boisterous enthusiasm and sense of invincible knowledge that she had brought with her on her first deep space assignment.  She had jumped in without looking and found herself in over her head.  Now that they were out of dry dock, she had returned to her duty with her head kept down and her metaphorical tail tucked between her legs.

This day was no different.  She sat at her post in Engineering, running diagnostics on the warp core systems.  Nothing to report.  All systems functioning within normal parameters.  Hardly surprising after all the repairs the ship had undergone. Her hand rested on the console, nail tapping against the glass as her eyes followed the lines of text, figures and schematics that scrolled across the screen.

[Shelaf Greegy]

Scott's eyebrow raised.

" Where's it coming from? "

Scott turned to look at Shelaf

" Can you get anything from the signal? "

Shelaf's hands skimmed the console. "Federation. USS Albatross." Shelaf accessed the Federation database. "Galaxy Class, sir." He quickly analysed the message. "No contents, just a general beacon." He finished his report.

[Scott Bradley]

Shelaf's hands skimmed the console. "Federation. USS Albatross." Shelaf accessed the Federation database. "Galaxy Class, sir." He quickly analysed the message. "No contents, just a general beacon." He finished his report.

Scott wasted no time in getting to action.

" Shelaf, take us to yellow alert, send a response inform them we're on our way to assist. Commander Thompson, have sickbay and Engineering standby with relief teams, they may be needed.

Klein, alter our course to intercept, increase speed to warp 9. let's move people every second counts. "

[Adolph Klein]

Scott wasted no time in getting to action.

" Shelaf, take us to yellow alert, send a response inform them we're on our way to assist. Commander Thompson, have sickbay and Engineering standby with relief teams, they may be needed.

Klein, alter our course to intercept, increase speed to warp 9. let's move people every second counts. "

What an unfortunate name... Klein thought, as he heard the Albatross was in distress. He was already in the process of pulling up the location of the distress beacon from the ship's sensors when the captain ordered him to change course.

"Aye, Captain." Klein responded.

Having retrieved the location of the ship in distress, he altered course appropriately before accelerating to Warp 9. Klein briefly glanced up at the viewscreen where the stars were now streaking by more quickly as the Discovery sped to aid their comrades.

[Kale Bridges]

Scott wasted no time in getting to action.
" Shelaf, take us to yellow alert, send a response inform them we're on our way to assist. Commander Thompson, have sickbay and Engineering standby with relief teams, they may be needed.
Klein, alter our course to intercept, increase speed to warp 9. let's move people every second counts. "

Reece opened up channels to sickbay and engineering.

I need medical and engineering teams ready now. Stand by for further instructions.

He closed the channel and took a look at the readings. A whole Galaxy class releasing a distress beacon. Something really was wrong if they were in trouble.

[Adolph Klein]

Reece opened up channels to sickbay and engineering.

I need medical and engineering teams ready now. Stand by for further instructions.

He closed the channel and took a look at the readings. A whole Galaxy class releasing a distress beacon. Something really was wrong if they were in trouble.

An indicator beeped on Klein's console as the ship streaked through space towards the Albatross. They were nearing the location of the ship in distress. The helmsman entered a few commands on the console so the ship would automatically come out of warp as they reached their destination. He kept a sharp eye on the ETA indicator for a time.

"Coming out of warp.... now, sir." Klein announced just as the stars stopped streaking by and assumed their normal shape on the viewscreen.

[Scott Bradley]

An indicator beeped on Klein's console as the ship streaked through space towards the Albatross. They were nearing the location of the ship in distress. The helmsman entered a few commands on the console so the ship would automatically come out of warp as they reached their destination. He kept a sharp eye on the ETA indicator for a time.

"Coming out of warp.... now, sir." Klein announced just as the stars stopped streaking by and assumed their normal shape on the viewscreen.

" All stop. Keep us here mr Klein. "

Scott then made his way to the tactical console, where Reece and Shelaf where standing.

" Bring up what we have on the Albatross. What's her current assignment? Do we have a record of what she's doing here? "

[Adolph Klein]

" All stop. Keep us here mr Klein. "

Scott then made his way to the tactical console, where Reece and Shelaf where standing.

" Bring up what we have on the Albatross. What's her current assignment? Do we have a record of what she's doing here? "

"Aye, Captain."

Klein ran his fingers along the touchscreen of the helm, initiating a brief burst of the bow thrusters to kill any forward momentum they had. He'd done his job and got them here, now it was up to the boys in blue and gold to get to work. He did worry about what would cause a Galaxy-class starship to send out a general mayday, however.

[Kyle Briggs]

Reece opened up channels to sickbay and engineering.

I need medical and engineering teams ready now. Stand by for further instructions.

He closed the channel and took a look at the readings. A whole Galaxy class releasing a distress beacon. Something really was wrong if they were in trouble.

Kyle was in the mess hall grabbing some lunch when the announcement was made. he quickly dumped his tray and headed back toward Engineering in anticipation of the Chiefs call.

[Archangel Koris]

Reece opened up channels to sickbay and engineering.

I need medical and engineering teams ready now. Stand by for further instructions.

He closed the channel and took a look at the readings. A whole Galaxy class releasing a distress beacon. Something really was wrong if they were in trouble.

Archangel glanced up from her station as she heard the call from the bridge asking for engineering and medical teams to prepare, then over at the Chief Engineering Officer as she heard her name called to join the team.  That came as a little bit of a surprise, being chosen to be a part of the team.  Her more pessimistic side said that maybe they were being sent out as the scouting party.  Leaving her station, she walked over to the small group gathering around the master systems display, toolbelt in hand, waiting to receive further orders on what was going on, and what was expected of her.

[Race Warez]

Race has backed away from the tactical station to allow room for the senior officers. However he has no intention of leaving either, not when so much is going on.

Hands clasp behind his back he stands to one side of the turbolift. Sooner or later the bosses will find something for him to do. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes and ears open.

[Shelaf Greegy]

Scott wasted no time in getting to action.

" Shelaf, take us to yellow alert, send a response inform them we're on our way to assist. Commander Thompson, have sickbay and Engineering standby with relief teams, they may be needed.

Klein, alter our course to intercept, increase speed to warp 9. let's move people every second counts. "

"Aye." Shelaf curtly responded, keying in commands. Lighting dropped a fraction and shields went up. "Yellow alert, sir, response sent."

" All stop. Keep us here mr Klein. "

Scott then made his way to the tactical console, where Reece and Shelaf where standing.

" Bring up what we have on the Albatross. What's her current assignment? Do we have a record of what she's doing here? "

Shelaf shook his head. "She's listed as deep space exploration. Nothing on top of that. Not even a route for her." He reported, glancing over the records. "Somethings awry, sir."