To Boldly Go... "Breathe for a Bit."
Captains Log, Supplemental Presumed Stardate 7588.35.
"To our current surprise, we weren't destroyed when we were sucked into the Anomaly. However, we've discovered that it's acting as a wormhole, as it transported us to where we currently are. It's a mysterious place, though. The beings who live here appear to be highly aggressive; they started to attack us when we arrived. It also seems highly polluted; we couldn't even see beyond our viewscreen due to the amount of smoke. Also, what we found was most peculiar is that a "roof" is over where we are. Yes, you heard me right, a gigantic ceiling with energy pulsating in it. We are currently heading towards an area of high subspace interference that might give us a reason for where we are. I've canceled the red alert so that I could let the crew breathe for a bit, as they're sure as hell going to need it for the coming times here."
The Excalibur's interior hummed softly as the starship made its way through the new environment they now occupied. The crew walked through its corridors with anxiousness with their unprecedented predicament, far away from all familiar signs of home. It was here when Lieutenant Junior Grade Tamashiro Teinosuke would arrive on the Excalibur's Recreation Lounge. He worked in Engineering as a Warp Field Specialist. He was looking at a PADD that contained the data of the warp drive; he just came back from Chief Engineer Lavanchy to perform a diagnosis of the warp drive after they entered into the Anomaly and the subsequent RCS jump start. They should get their result in about an hour. He sighed as he sat leaned down at the bar as scratched the back of his black hair. He was far away from Okinawa now, he thought as Teinosuke put down his PADD. Teinosuke wondered if his family would try to look for him as he ordered a Sencha Tea from the bartender to calm his nerves. After all, his Father was the first officer aboard the La'Vor. He tried to not think about it as he began to drink down the Tea he had.
Back on the bridge, Atathia's mind began to slow down as the Excalibur continued to travel. She never imagined that she would ever be here. It was like it was yesterday when she explored the deep tunnels within her city as a child. Her father always said that she was the exploratory type, no wonder she went into Starfleet at 18. She thought how different this new world has from her own. Instead of underground, blue, and somewhat peacefulness of the compounds of Andoria, this new world was red, foreboding, violent, and anything but peaceful. She thought about her fiancé, Syvahl Ch'shialraq, and what he was thinking, probably scrambling the ShiKahr to get to the Anomaly so he could save her. She chuckled as she thought about him; he always was the passionate type in their youths back on Andoria. These thoughts passed her mind as she returned to work on her station.
She'rl was at the helm controls of the Excalibur, carefully monitoring their course, the surrounding areas, and the current speed. Despite the advanced touch screen station console being highly refined, she wasn't wholly comfortable with them. It sure was different from the controls of the helm training programs on the Academy. Not to mention it was alien from the controls of the Tel Aviv. But it didn't matter if it was a Manual steering column, a steering wheel, or a touchscreen; she could fly it. She always had that flight mentality ever since she attended the Los Angles Airshow when she was young with her Father. Seeing old and new flying machines soar across the blue skies ignited an afterburner in her that would culminate in her current position of Chief Helm Officer aboard the Excalibur. She smiled slightly as she reminisced about these former experiences before she returned to her work.
Xehrarv studied his console carefully, not moving nor making a sound.
Shields: 100%
Photon Torpedo Compliment: 124.
Phasers: Standing By.
Intruders Aboard Ship: None.
Hostile Ships in Range: None.
This, by far, wasn't the first time that Xehrarv has acted like this, nor it would be the last. He's always behaved this way when at the helm console, carefully monitoring for the slightest disturbances so that he can instantly begin to act in the defense of the ship. The first time he performed in this manner, he started when an attack left his former ship, the USS Traben, nearly crippled because the Tactical Officer wasn't paying attention. Ever since employing this new work ethic, he could get phasers and Photon Torpedos armed and ready when a hostile ship came into firing range. He thought of how he wanted to get into Starfleet; Xehrarv believed it all stemmed from being bullied at a young age. His Uncle, Dvablund Daar, taught him how to fight to stop the bullies. That training stuck with him during his whole life, whether on Tellar, Earth, the Taraben, or now the Excalibur.
Rolf was listening carefully to the communication systems. He hadn't been able to get any communications, neither from Starfleet or this new world. It would seem that the communication wasn't designed to handle the frequency that this world seemed to use. Like the rest of the crew, he was troubled about his loved ones back in the Federation; but for Rolf, it signified much more to him than almost anyone on the ship. When he was a Cadet and was studying at Starfleet Academy, he met his boyfriend, Costanzo Gervasio. While he was a child and didn't have many friends while growing up, he felt very isolated. So when he met Costanzo, he thought for the first time like he belonged. They began to date in the 3rd year of the Academy and would continue to even after, too, after they were both posted to the Starship Budapest. However, when he was assigned to the Excalibur, they both promised to keep in touch. However, circumstances unfortunately changed. They were now here, in this strange new world, and no way to contact Starfleet, Earth, or anybody at all. Would Costanzo forget him? Or would move on, thinking that he is deceased. As Rolf began to think about this, Rolf had held himself crying at his station. But this couldn't stop Rold, nor the crew, he thought. They would find a way back home or die attempting.
Alastair was at the Engineering Section, reviewing Tamashiro Teinosuke's diagnosis of the warp drive on his PADD. The RCS jump-start seemed to decalibrate the Warp Frequency Modulator and put heavy stress on the Warp Injection Systems, but that could be fixed in due time. As he reviewed the analysis, he took a drink of English Breakfast tea he had made. He always used to create a bottle of Tea every day while in the Academy. This steemed from his Father making Tea every day for the family. This wasn't usual; they were in London after all; Tea was an occasion, to say the least. It was the little things that made it worth it, which made Alastair miss Earth even more. He wondered how his family would react to his disappearance, most likely with grief and sadness. He thought about his wife, Natalia O'Kelleher, and his newborn son, Anthony. Alastair and Sapphire met at a Bar in Cork during Shore Leave when he was an Ensign aboard the USS Denver. They got married once Alastair was promoted to Lieutenant. Before being promoted to Lieutenant Commander, Alastair and Sapphire had their son, Anthony, named after Alastair's father. He was planning for Sapphire and Anthony to come aboard the Excalibur after their shakedown cruise, but current circumstances have unquestionably changed plans, so to speak. He doesn't want to be absent in Anothony's life, but he doesn't have much of a choice at this point, well, until they can find a way back home. He sighed as these reflections passed through his head as he continued to review the diagnosis.
In Sickbay, Kylkuc began to review the list of Crewmen who were injured. There was nothing serious, just a few broken bones and bruises, nothing that couldn't be fixed with the medical equipment aboard the Excalibur. Kylkuc had always been fascinated by Human nature. They could and can be Emotional, Illogical at times, Prideful, and arrogant. However, they managed to take less than 100 years to rebuild their planet and head off into the stars after its Third World War; meanwhile, Vulcans took 1500 Years to rebuild theirs and progress to space travel. Kylkuc was fascinated by this fact and, unlike his colleagues back on Vulcan, believes that Vulcans can learn from Humans, not the other way around. This judgment influenced him to join Starfleet rather than the Vulcan Science Academy. Throughout his time in Starfleet, he observed all kinds of human characteristics, all generous and wicked. He hasn't determined yet what p affects Humans to be considerably more versatile than the Vulcans, but it's a goal he won't give up anything soon.
Edison was sitting at the Captain's chair in the center of the bridge, looking sternly at the viewscreen as clouds and lights rushed past them. These current circumstances presumably haven't been faced by any Federation Captain at this point. A starship in a different world and subsequently surrounded by astonishingly hostile inhabitants. In the Vulcan way of saying things, it was Fascinating, to say the least. He was called back to his lessons by his father when he was an Ensign aboard the USS Harriet Tubman. He taught him about the values of Honesty, Friendship, and most importantly, Tenaciousness. Those lessons and values have stuck with him from the Lower Decks to the Captain's chair he now occupies. He hopes that lessons will help him and his crew triumph over this obstacle and return home.
"Captain, we are nearing the source of the subspace interference." Informed She'rl.
Edison exited from his trance. "Shields up, bring us 500 Meters above the source. I'll assemble a Landing Party of Myself, Chief Engineer Alastair, Cheif Medical Officer Kylkuc, and a security party. Rolf, tell them to meet me in Transporter Room 1." He commanded as he got up from his chair. "Number one, you have the conn. If anything goes wrong, get the Excalibur out here, Maximum Warp if you have to." He added as he made his way to the turbolift. "Aye, Captain." Atathia responded as she got up from her station and sat at the Captain's chair. "Good luck." Edison said as the turbolift doors closed.
With the turbolift traveled throughout the ship, it gave time for Edison to contemplate momentarily. He and his crew were about to conceivably make first contact with a new species and a new environment; it was daunting, to say the least. Nevertheless, it's what Edison has been trained to do ever since Day One at the Academy. Edison speculated about these principles as the turbolift doors open to the hallway. As he stepped out the turbolift and into the Corridor, it was like a sense of escapade, and concern flooded over him as he walked to the doors of Transporter Room 1. Edison seemed to be the last person that arrived. Alastair was studying a PADD, Kylkuc was packing his kit with Medical Supplies, and 3 Security Officers were making small talk. After scanning the room, Edison made his way to the transporter console, where Lieutenant Summers was operating.
"Oh, hello, Captain. I've put in the coordinates for the transporter. It seems to originate from a structure of sorts, so I've put you at the base of it." Summers explained as she worked tirelessly at the console.
Edison looked Suprised. "A structure? What do we know about it?" He questioned.
"Well, not much; the high amounts of Subspace Inference is interfering with our scans. But the scans do seem to recognize that something is there." Summers explained.
"Interesting..." Edison replied as a security officer walked up to him, holding a Hand-Held Phaser by its power pack.
"Here, Captain." The Officer said as he stretched his arm, which was carrying the Phaser, towards Edison.
Edison received the Phaser. It was a Type 2 Phaser, introduced in 2271; it was radically different in design compared to the Phasers used in the 2660s. After examining it, he put it on his Holster, which was attacked on the right side of his uniform. "Let's roll." He clearly directed to his crew as he stepped on the transporter pad, his crew following him in importance.
"Coorindaites are locked, Captain. Your call?" Summers informed the crew.
Edison took a deep breath as anxiety pervaded every orifice of his body with anticipation. With 2 Syllables, he might just change the history of not just his life but the entire Federation itself. He took a profound exhalation before giving the command.
"Energize."
Summers then initiated the transporter from her station, pushing upwards on the controls. A blue hue began to wash over the crew as they slowly began to fade out of reality, with the wall behind then was now able to be seen through their bodies. Consequently, their bodies disappeared from the pad, leaving nothing from the prior crew that once stood there.