Dimensional Location: The Starcraft Universe

Earth Year: 2542 AD.

"Are they crazy?" The Captain asked worriedly.

"It would theoretically explain why the Sword of the Stars Universe abandoned their own ships." The Science Officer speculated.

"Time Travel Technology? Why would anyone Develop Time Travel Technology during an Interstellar War?" The Captain asked worriedly.

"They might have been losing the war and wanted something to save themselves with." The Science Officer speculated.

"Or they wanted better ways to get their Tankers Refueling without anyone noticing them." The Tactical Officer speculated.

"Both explanations sound disturbing enough without asking how they did it in the first place." The Captain realized instantly.

"Are we really accepting the Time Travel Explanation or not?" The Tactical Officer asked curiously.

"We are still stranded without their help, I say that we talk it over with them." The Captain decided.


"Tactical Analysis?" The Captain asked hopefully.

"Too far away to get anything useful." The Tactical Officer says back.

"Radar Tracking Status?" The Captain asked next.

"No problems on our end." The Science Officer says doubtfully.

"The problem is not tracking their movements, it's the distance between us." The Tactical Officer explained.

"They are still 4 days from arriving here, do you really want to wait around doing nothing?" The Captain asked back.

"Do we have any Deep Space Probes to launch towards them?" The Science Officer asked curiously.

"Nobody checked our inventory since we left our own territory." The Tactical Officer says back.

"Please tell me that nobody Smuggled Drugs onto my ship without my knowledge." The Captain says nervously.

"Seriously, nobody knows anything?" The Captain asked around worriedly.

"Everyone was avoiding the Nuclear Warheads in storage." The Tactical Officer says back sheepishly.

"So nobody searched the Supply Crates because they might blow us up accidentally?" The Captain asked everyone.

"Well, this is the First Deep Space Assignment we ever got. Everyone is still paranoid about making mistakes out here." The Tactical Officer explained.

"I'm Commanding Children inside an Interstellar War Zone, how can this situation get any worse?" The Captain asked himself.

The Proximity Alarm decided to go off in answer to his question.

"Something strange is going on here, I can't find anything on the Radar Scans." The Science Officer reported.

"It's an Escape Pod from one of our own ships, they're abandoning ship!" The Tactical Officer proclaimed.

"They're doing what?" The Captain demanded.


The investigation quickly found the cause.

They abandoned their ship to avoid starvation.

They apparently ran out of Food before everyone else did.

Unfortunately their Escape Pods would delay reinforcements while they are being recovered elsewhere.


"Predictably the Fuel Tankers are slowing down to question the Escape Pod Survivors before they arrive here." The Tactical Officer stated knowingly.

"ETA of Allied Fleet: 3 Days." The Science Officer added happily.

"The Tankers are all disappearing!" The Tactical Officer declared in sudden disbelief.

The Command Crew are instantly trying to confirm what happened.

"They must have jumped back into the future without us." The Science Officer says sadly.

"Any indication of them coming back?" The Captain asked hopefully.

Everyone shakes their heads no and the Captain just groaned in sudden defeat.


"Food Supplies are getting dangerously low, even without the Fuel Shortage Problems hanging over our heads." The Tactical Officer stated knowingly.

"Starvation or Empty Fuel Tanks, either way, we end up within Escape Pods afterwards." The Captain pointed out the obvious.

"Send out a Distress Call." The Captain told the Communications Officer.

"Sir, something is happening." The Helmsman says suspiciously.

"What is it?" The Captain asked curiously.

"Space Vessel of some kind, unknown design, unknown armament." The Tactical Officer stated knowingly.

"They're hailing us, in English." The Communications Officer says back doubtfully.

"By all means, put them on." The Captain decided instantly.

"This Captain Frank Jones of the United Federation Starship Alamo. We were sent to be your Supply Ship."

"All Ship Captains are responding with their own Resupply Demands." The Tactical Officer stated knowingly.

"Transmit our Identification Codes and see how they respond back." The Captain orders suspiciously.

"They're transmitting the correct Access Codes and Downloading Computer Files. The Computer is updating itself." The Communications Officer says back doubtfully.


Starship Type: Constitution Class Starship.

Vessel Name: Alamo

Ownership: 23rd Century United Federation of Planets

Point of Origin: Star Trek Universe


The Supply Crates got beamed over and everybody cheered.

"Contact all the Ship Captains and tell Captain Frank Jones, thank you." The Captain orders.

"The Alamo is sending over Engineering Teams." The Communications Officer says back.