Chapter 1, Be careful what you wish for.
Captain's log star date 75224.1
The crew is beginning to become frustrated, and quite frankly so am I. Finally, after so many years of war and destruction, the Federation embarks once again on its primary mission of exploration. They send us out to the frontier, we cross it and then…….. Nothing!
For the past 5 weeks we've not once encountered anything more interesting than a class nine comet. One can imagine the effects boredom is having on the overall atmosphere on the ship. There are a lot less smiles in the corridors in passing, more heated arguments over minor disagreements, that sort of things.
The ship itself is running as smooth as she ever has, and I am confident that this ship and her crew are ready to face anything space has in store for us, I only hope that what is to come is more interesting than what has passed in this mission.
Captain Keash Foultish switched of the log recording just as his COM badge chimed to announce a incoming transmission. He tapped it gently to open the channel. "Foultish here."
The disembodied voice of the Klingon second officer answered. "Commander P'Mip has detected a star system which contains a Minshar class planet."
Keash's heart rate shot up at that statement. "On my way, Keash out" he stammered and put on his uniform which he'd already taken off for the night. Suddenly all the fatigue he thought he'd been feeling had vanished and within minutes he was on his way to the bridge. When the turbo lift deposited him at the back of the bridge he could see the distant system on the main viewer. "report" he ordered.
"The star's size is comparable to that of Sol. The fourth planet from it is definitely Minshar class and preliminary scans show signs of civilisation. We're still to far out to say if its recent or not though." Reported Jox, appearing from behind P'Mip where she'd been looking at the science station's readouts. It never ceased to amaze Keash how radiant she managed to look in those standard uniforms.
Keash sat into his seat while Jox took the seat to the right of him. "Helm, set navigation into holding pattern at one tenth impulse. Tactical, launch two Terminators for cloaked perimeter patrol. Science, I want the Fury prepped and launched on a stealth recon mission asap." Keash ordered after taking in a deep breath. This was the moment where all the training in the new protocols and procedures came into play for the first time.
Fifteen minutes later two Terminator Tactical Superiority Strike Fighters were circling the Freedom under cloak and the Uss Fury, the Defiant class refit, left its custom bay in the belly of the Uss Freedom. While she undocked, the cloak engaged and nothing remained of her but the empty docking bay.
Keash was pleased with the efficient performance of his crew. So far, everything had gone just as they had trained for so many times. The Uss Fury would now approach the star system cautiously, continuously scanning for any indication of sentient life or hostile threats.