Part One: The Sacred Band
Spoiler: Stardate 92393.9Show
Stardate 92393.9 (24 May 2415)
Captain Samuel Alexander Bishop strode towards the turbolift.
"Bridge," He said subconsciously and immediately the lift moved upwards. Sam had a lot on his mind; going over a mental checklist of correct departing procedure, forming a mental checklist of the things he needed to do at DS9 before travelling to Bajor to meet Dr Anjar and lastly, at the back of his mind, nagging away, was the knowledge that he had to organise a memorial service for Captain Cartwright. He was tempted to let Alfred do it, but a Vulcan organising a service would possibly not be what the crew needed and, Sam remembered, Alfred was not on board when the Captain was killed. Perhaps Hamish could take the job on...
The door opened and Sam stepped onto the bridge, calmly walking down the ramp and standing in the centre, arms folded behind his back, eyes fixed firmly ahead.
"Lieutenant Higginson, status report?"
"Flight plan received and inputted. All crew members all on board. Systems are fully functioning. We are just waiting on your mark sir," Henry replied busily tapping away. Sam took in this information and took his seat.
"Take us out of orbit, one quarter impulse and wait for further instruction," Sam said and looked towards Kaci, who was working the comms. "Ensign Stephans, patch me through to DS13 flight control, audio only."
"Yes sir," was the response and Sam saw the ship push away from the starbase. "Communication link established Captain."
"This is Captain Bishop of the USS Endeavour, requesting permission to depart."
# "Captain Bishop, you are clear to warp." #
"Acknowledged, Bishop out." Sam said and nodded at Kaci to close the comms channels. "Alright Henry, take us away, warp 6." Henry tapped away at his screen for a couple of seconds and then replied.
"Going to warp in...two...one." The ship lurched forward as it sped away. Just then, the turbolift opened and Sam turned to see his First Officer walk towards him. Alfred Voxazil stood tall, his black hair cut in the traditional Vulcan style. Alfred, like Sam, also sported a beard, though unlike Sam who had voluntarily grown one, Alfred had grown one in response to a bet from his long term friend, Jaidan Reeder, the Chief Medical Officer onboard the Endeavour. As always, Sam could read nothing from the Vulcan's face.
"Captain. May I talk to you in your ready room?" Alfred inquired. Sam gave an assenting nod and stood up, following Alfred to the ready room. Alfred paused to let Sam enter first; Sam in turn moving into the room and gesturing for Alfred to take a seat on the sofa.
"What's the problem Alfred?" Sam asked when they were both sat down.
"Captain, whilst doing my tactical reconnaissance of the Dubhe Sector, I have noticed an abnormal increase of True Way attacks in the area since the discovery of the new planet. I advise we spend some time in Deep Space 9 collecting more detailed information before setting out to the planet. I also advise you to inform the Fleet of this development."
Sam looked at Alfred. "Your advice seems sound Alfred but perhaps you are being a bit too cautious. The increase of attacks may just be atypical, a coincidence if you will. And as for informing the Fleet, well, I think we should contact them when we have more concrete data."
Alfred raised his eyebrows. "I am merely stating fact Captain, as I observed it. But I agree with your decision. It would indeed be best to send the Fleet the most up to date information." Sam nodded. "Very well Captain," Alfred stood up. "Oh, and Jaidan would like to see you in sickbay as soon as possible. He does not seem too happy with your increased usage of the gym without consulting him first. And, if I may add Captain," Alfred said walking towards the door and lifting up an eyebrow. "You don't seem to have lost any weight or gained any muscle." Alfred stated, face showing no expression, before he left the room, leaving Sam grinning on the sofa.
"It's only been two days," he muttered to himself before getting up and following his First Officer out onto the bridge.
Captain Samuel Alexander Bishop strode towards the turbolift.
"Bridge," He said subconsciously and immediately the lift moved upwards. Sam had a lot on his mind; going over a mental checklist of correct departing procedure, forming a mental checklist of the things he needed to do at DS9 before travelling to Bajor to meet Dr Anjar and lastly, at the back of his mind, nagging away, was the knowledge that he had to organise a memorial service for Captain Cartwright. He was tempted to let Alfred do it, but a Vulcan organising a service would possibly not be what the crew needed and, Sam remembered, Alfred was not on board when the Captain was killed. Perhaps Hamish could take the job on...
The door opened and Sam stepped onto the bridge, calmly walking down the ramp and standing in the centre, arms folded behind his back, eyes fixed firmly ahead.
"Lieutenant Higginson, status report?"
"Flight plan received and inputted. All crew members all on board. Systems are fully functioning. We are just waiting on your mark sir," Henry replied busily tapping away. Sam took in this information and took his seat.
"Take us out of orbit, one quarter impulse and wait for further instruction," Sam said and looked towards Kaci, who was working the comms. "Ensign Stephans, patch me through to DS13 flight control, audio only."
"Yes sir," was the response and Sam saw the ship push away from the starbase. "Communication link established Captain."
"This is Captain Bishop of the USS Endeavour, requesting permission to depart."
# "Captain Bishop, you are clear to warp." #
"Acknowledged, Bishop out." Sam said and nodded at Kaci to close the comms channels. "Alright Henry, take us away, warp 6." Henry tapped away at his screen for a couple of seconds and then replied.
"Going to warp in...two...one." The ship lurched forward as it sped away. Just then, the turbolift opened and Sam turned to see his First Officer walk towards him. Alfred Voxazil stood tall, his black hair cut in the traditional Vulcan style. Alfred, like Sam, also sported a beard, though unlike Sam who had voluntarily grown one, Alfred had grown one in response to a bet from his long term friend, Jaidan Reeder, the Chief Medical Officer onboard the Endeavour. As always, Sam could read nothing from the Vulcan's face.
"Captain. May I talk to you in your ready room?" Alfred inquired. Sam gave an assenting nod and stood up, following Alfred to the ready room. Alfred paused to let Sam enter first; Sam in turn moving into the room and gesturing for Alfred to take a seat on the sofa.
"What's the problem Alfred?" Sam asked when they were both sat down.
"Captain, whilst doing my tactical reconnaissance of the Dubhe Sector, I have noticed an abnormal increase of True Way attacks in the area since the discovery of the new planet. I advise we spend some time in Deep Space 9 collecting more detailed information before setting out to the planet. I also advise you to inform the Fleet of this development."
Sam looked at Alfred. "Your advice seems sound Alfred but perhaps you are being a bit too cautious. The increase of attacks may just be atypical, a coincidence if you will. And as for informing the Fleet, well, I think we should contact them when we have more concrete data."
Alfred raised his eyebrows. "I am merely stating fact Captain, as I observed it. But I agree with your decision. It would indeed be best to send the Fleet the most up to date information." Sam nodded. "Very well Captain," Alfred stood up. "Oh, and Jaidan would like to see you in sickbay as soon as possible. He does not seem too happy with your increased usage of the gym without consulting him first. And, if I may add Captain," Alfred said walking towards the door and lifting up an eyebrow. "You don't seem to have lost any weight or gained any muscle." Alfred stated, face showing no expression, before he left the room, leaving Sam grinning on the sofa.
"It's only been two days," he muttered to himself before getting up and following his First Officer out onto the bridge.