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For Parts Unknown

Posted on Tue Sep 10th, 2019 @ 3:31pm by Captain James McCullen & Commander Temerant Bast & Lieutenant Oliver Ross & Lieutenant Joshua Miller M.D. & Lieutenant T'sa & Lieutenant JG Merlar R'heil & Lieutenant JG Simon Hunter & Lieutenant JG Emilie D'Astous

Mission: Reaching Out in Hope
Location: Bridge, USS Sentinel
Timeline: MD5, 2200 Hrs

Meetings, briefings, updates, reports and one fortunate dinner with an old friend had kept Captain James McCullen busy for the past eight hours. The fact was, he hadn't stopped since leaving the bridge eight hours earlier. Only the respite of the pleasant few hours he'd spent with his old friend had given him time to breathe. He'd had time for a quick pit-stop in his quarters for a sonic shower and a change of uniform before heading back to work.

The turbolift doors hissed open and the captain walked on to a busy bridge. Of course, some over-excited young ensign just had to yell "Captain on the Bridge!" in a voice, that as far as McCullen could tell, was only half-way done breaking. Garn, Henan Garn, science. the name came to him even as he opened his mouth. "Thank you, Mr. Garn, carry on." The bastard mix of astonishment, pride, and awe on the boy's face was enough to make the captain grin.

"Mr. Bast," he called as he walked around to his chair. 'Are all crew members present and accounted for?' was what he would generally have forced himself to say, but the day's lesson of be yourself was still fresh in his mind. "Have we got all our people aboard?"

"Yes, Sir, all crew are present and accounted for," replied the Trill First Officer. "For the record, we took on fifteen new crewmembers, mostly in the Sciences and Engineering departments. And I've been notified that once we report to Deep Space Eleven, a complement of diplomatic advisors is ready to beam aboard."

"I've heard," McCullen confirmed, "Lieutenant T'sa will need the support if everything goes according to plan, there's a lot of people to meet in the Gamma Quadrant." He gave his first officer a nod.

Merlar walked into the Meeting room quietly as she sat at her chair and listen to Capt McCullen. She was lucky she was already aboard the Sentinel, she had been busy earlier with a Security Exercise in the Holodeck.

"All departments, sound off," McCullen ordered, he already knew the ship was ready, but it was good to hear from his senior officers none the less. "Are we ready to get going?"

Doctor Miller was leaning against the handrail on the upper level of the Bridge. He'd arrived moments after Lieutenant Merlar, eager to be on the Bridge for the Sentinel's transit through the Bajoran Wormhole. This was to be his first trip through the only known stable wormhole and into the Gamma Quadrant and he wanted a good look. He'd considered the Mess Hall but figured that would be busy with other rubberneckers. One of the perks of being a senior officer was that he could watch from the much less crowded Bridge. "Sickbay's ready to go." The Chief Medical Officer announced.

Simon had decided that when leaving DS9, he was to be on the bridge at the Engineering station, and being on the bridge when they went through the wormhole was not to be sniffed at, He said," Main Engineering is green across the board Captain," he finished," Engineering teams ready and rested,"

Though the wormhole would have been a sight to see, T'sa had spent most of her downtime preparing briefings and conducting a more thorough investigation into the Stakoron II situation, as well as tearing through a few chapters of her book at the tail end of what was meant to be her personal time. She tapped her com badge and responded: "Diplomatic Detachment is prepared, Captain" before returning quickly to her wok.

"All running green from Operations," Ross announced from his station. "All ports are secure. All crew is accounted for."

"Helm is ready," reported D'Astous. "Thrusters are at full power, impulse and warp drives are standing by. Course ready and laid in for the wormhole."

"All right," McCullen grinned, hitting the shipwide comm button on his chair. "Crew, this is the captain. We're departing Deep Space Nine for the wormhole. The viewscreen will be broadcast on all monitors shipwide, or you can find a window." The captain nodded at Lieutenant Ross to make it happen, "All hands to stations."

Ross keyed in several commands to allow the visual from the Main Viewscreen to be live-streamed to as many consoles available. He even added a flourish of text to let the crew know exactly what would happen as the approached and then entered the wormhole.

"Let's get going." The captain stood, taking a step forward to stand behind the helm. "Ms. D'Astous, to the wormhole please."

"Yes, Sir," acknowledged D'Astous. "Docking hatch secure, docking clamps released. Starboard thrusters firing, pushing away from the station, three meters per second. Disengaging starboard thrusters, engaging bow thrusters. Speed, ten meters per second. Clearing Deep Space Nine in twelve seconds... Mark. Now clear of the station. Engaging course for the wormhole, one-half Impulse. We should enter the Wormhole in three minutes," she announced.

"Good stuff, lieutenant., steady as she goes." McCullen told D'Astous, then turned to Bast, "it makes a hell of a nice change, going through the wormhole without being armed to the teeth and ready for battle. This will be the first time I've been in the Gamma Quadrant since the end of the war."

"It's been a while for me, too," replied Bast. The memories of his time in the Gamma Quadrant weren't very pleasant, but this time the context was different.

In front of the Sentinel, the bright blue of the wormhole suddenly rolled into being, filling the viewscreen and casting its light onto the bridge. The captain smiled, looking around the bridge at the faces of his crew. He wondered who among them were about to traverse the passageway for the first time, and what adventures awaited them.

Merlar was at her security station on the bridge in back of the captain tapping different buttons while getting ready to fly through the wormhole.

Doctor Miller was transfixed to the viewscreen. Watching the wormhole opening from the upper level of Deep Space Nine's Promenade was one thing, but seeing it up close just before the Intrepid-class Starship was swallowed up by it. It was incredible. The blue, whirling energy of the wormhole's interior gave only a hint of the power that had gone into creating a stable, artificial passageway between the Alpha and Gamma Quadrants.

Emilie's eyes were fixated on the viewscreen and the hypnotic effect of the energy patterns. She forced herself to blink and look down at her panel. "Thirty seconds to the Gamma Quadrant," she reported.

As quickly as it had started, it ended. A white flash of light signaled the Gamma Quadrant end of the wormhole and then the Sentinel emerged, traversing the mouth of the wormhole into normal space, some seventy thousand light-years, give or take a few thousand, from where they had entered. From his chair, Captain McCullen studied the dark space before them, wondering what lay in store for the ship and her crew.

"Miss D'Astous," the captain told the young helm officer, "set course for New Bajor, warp six."

 

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