Author's note-For the rest of this series, however it lasts, I've made a
new stardate system, basically timing how long it's been since the crew
arrived. The first number is the years, second: months, third: weeks,
fourth: days, and the numbers after the decimal will be military time.
Therefore, the first date would mean its been 0 years, 0 months, 1 week and
0 days since they arrived and its 10am.
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Captain's Personal Log- Stardate-0010.10
It is with a heavy heart that I must write that Captain Bates memorial was this morning. The crew has been informed about my unexpected promotion. However, they still seem rather uncomfortable with the decision, seeing that I am only 17. Though, part of me is elated to take command of such an incredible ship, I must confess that I am at a loss as to how to get this ship home; and the crew would definitely benefit from an experienced commander. However, I gave my word to Captain Bates that get this crew home, and that is what I shall do. Primary systems have started to come online. Though it has already been a week since we have be stranded here, repairs seem to be coming smoothly, if not at a rapid pace. I have full confidence in Chris, but even an experienced engineer would have trouble repairing the damage we've sustained. Everything from lights to EPS conduits have been damaged. In addition, I have yet to announce who shall be the senior staff...
Ensign Benjamin Waters hurried down the hallway. He had been ordered to report to the briefing room at 1800 hours today. 'Lieutenant, no, it was Captain now, Peters had told him to come, but for what purpose he could not figure. We've been here a week, and we still don't have a senior staff. Plus, our "Captain" is a high school adolescent with no command experience whatsoever. Then again, I'm not much older, but what the hell would have given Captain Bates the idea to promote this kid? He's a nice person, and a good friend, but he's definitely NOT command material.' So lost in thought about worrying about the ship, crew, and how they were going to get home, he walked right into his good friend, Andrew McKinley.
"Oops, sorry there Andy," as he helped him up, "Where you headed to?"
"Briefing room. I was ordered to be there by 1800 hours today."
"Oh, so you too, eh?"
"Yeah, any idea what this is about?"
"Beats me. We'd better move though, we're going to be late."
Andy and Ben entered the room. Ensigns Vivian Talsy, John Cal, and Elizabeth Flowers were already sitting at the table.
"Looks like we made it on time," observed Ben.
"Is this everyone?" asked John, looking around.
"How would I know," retorted Ben, "I didn't call it."
Just then, Chris Sullivan sprinted through the door, "Am I late??" he said looking around, "Phew, I thought I'd be late; anyways, who called this meeting?"
"I did," replied Austin as he walked in, "Take a seat Chris," motioning him to one of the empty chairs. He let the silence set in, observing each of their faces and making sure to note their reactions to what he was about to say. "All of you are probably wondering why I called this; as you are aware, two days ago, at 1500 hours, Captain Bates gave me command of the Phoenix. Since we no longer have a senior staff, I am making one. As such, each of you will be taking your respective positions as senior officers. Ensign Andrew McKinley, you will be taking over the duties of Senior Helm officer. Ensign Vivian Talsy, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander, and will be the Senior Ops officer, in addition to being the second officer. Ensign John Cal, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant junior grade, and you will be Chief Security Officer. Ensigns Elizabeth Flowers and Chris Sullivan, both of you are now Lieutenant Commanders, each of you will be the head of your respective sections, Liz, you're Chief Medical officer and Chris, you're now the head of engineering; and finally, Ensign Benjamin Waters, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Commander, and you will be the XO of the ship."
All of them looked at him in complete awe, very few people ever became senior officers when they just came out of the academy, let alone be promoted to the ranks they were.
"All right then, assuming that no one objects...."Austin looked around; no one said a thing. He looked at each of them, noticing that all of them were taking the information in their own ways; Andy seemed reasonably pleased, John looked completely bewildered, Vivian looked pale and apprehensive, almost fearful; Chris and Ben were looking straight at one another, both flustered. Austin couldn't tell what each of them were thinking, it almost seemed that Chris had wanted the XO spot and Ben had wanted to be Chief Engineer, but he figured he was imagining it. The only one who seemed to take it in stride was Liz Flowers, who had obviously realized that she was next in line of CMO. "I'll take your silence meaning no one objects?" Everyone nodded in agreement. "Well, congratulations to all of you, but now, on to other business. What's our status, Chris?"
"Uhm, ya," Chris responded, still flustered from what he had just heard. Here he was, 23 years old, and fresh out of the academy, and he was CEO, that was amazing, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. While he had been heading the repair effort, the second he heard that they were going to be senior officers, he had immediately hoped he would be XO. But alas, it was not to be, but he wouldn't complain, CEO was fine with him, "Well, warp power is back online, as well as thrusters, I'm still having trouble with impulse and warp engines. Life support is running, all our hull breaches have been patched up; we've replaced most of the damaged EPS conduits, except the problem is we're still running out of supplies!
"You'll have to make do," Austin replied, "Replicate what you can, but I have a feeling we won't be taking on supplies for a while." Austin looked over at his ops officer, "Have we been able to determine where we are yet?"
Vivian shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "Uhm, I'm not so sure our initial prediction was correct. As we get more and more information, it looks like we're almost 100,000 years in the past, and at least 100,000 light years from the Alpha Quadrant. Also, there are these..... patterns......which suffice to say, are quite confusing. To tell you the truth, I think we may be in another dimension."
"So you're saying that we're in the past, in another quadrant, and possibly in another dimension, just great," retorted Ben, "What else do we need to go wrong?"
"Chris, I need you to get these systems repaired, especially shields," said Austin, ignoring Ben's sarcastic response, "Somehow, I'm getting the feeling we probably going to need them. I was looking over the schematics, and officially, we're to carry only 150 photon torpedoes and another 100 quantum. However, it says in Captain Bates's log that we also carry a few transphasic torpedoes.
"Weren't those banned? I though the Federation council banned them saying those weapons were from the future, stating that Starfleet vessels are not allowed to use them," said John
"Starfleet Command has allowed a few transphasic torpedoes to be on certain ships in the event of a Borg attack," stated Austin. "We're also fortunate enough to have facilities to modify photon torpedoes into transphasic torpedoes, but it's a rather lengthy and complicated process. John, I need you to convert about five of the photon torpedoes into transphasic torpedoes; you never know if we'll need them."
"That's quite a supply of torpedoes there," said Liz, "You planning on starting a war?"
"Like I said, it's a gut feeling, and it usually best to go with your gut," he replied, then looking towards Chris, "how soon can we have all systems ready?"
"Well, if we work around the clock, probably a few more days."
"Excellent, you have 48 hours. I know I'm pushing you, but we can't remain a sitting duck much longer; there are bound to be pirate vessels around and I'm sure we make a tempting target."
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Captain's Log-0012.18
Lt. Commander Sullivan has finally repaired primary systems, though some backups are still offline. However, we have decided to begin exploring the nearby vicinity in order to determine where we are and how to get home...
"Captain, we're receiving an automated distress call less than a light year away," stated Vivian.
"Put it on speaker, and how the hell didn't we detect them?" replied Austin.
"Komfol.....giosd..ggei......"
"I'm running through the universal translator, it's having difficulty, uhm...there, got it."
"This is the freighter..........Mag.......we........unde.....tack...require im......ence........heavy casul.......repe........"
"Ensign, set a course to those coordinates, Chris, we're going to need warp power."
"Aye, Captain, but the best I can give you is warp 8, I'm still recalibrating the intermix ratio."
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"Captain, we're arriving at the coordinates, I'm reading debris scattered throughout the area. The debris seems to be...ionized, possibly weapons fire. However, I'm reading no sign of the freighter or any warp trails signifying the arrival or departure of any ships."
"Masked.......?" asked John.
"If it is, sensors aren't detecting them"
"Austin, should I raise shields?" John asked, "If that's the remains of a ship, the enemy vessel is bound to be close."
"Sir, I'm reading........something........to the port bow. I can't tell what it is; possible a cloaked ship, though there's no way to be for sure."
"Vivian, I need a little more information than that; have you tried scanning for anti-protons?"
"It doesn't show up when scanning for anti-protons or using tachyon emissions, sir. But under, certain bandwidths, appears......I guess you could almost call it a phantom"
"John, go to yellow alert, better safe than s......"
"Ship decloking off the port bow......they're arming weapons!" Vivian said in panic.
"Full power to shields, hail them!"
"No response, they're firing!"
CRASH! The entire ship shuddered at the impact the weapons fire
Austin blacked out for a second, but quickly came to, "REPORT!"
No one answered, and for a moment, Austin was afraid he'd lost the whole bridge crew...again!
"Vivian, damage report!" She didn't answer "Vivian!" Vivian turned and looked straight at Austin, the fear palpable on her face, "Sir, I......I........I can't do it......."
CRASH!! Panic ensued on the bridge, as junior officers fled their posts...
Austin began to panic, 'I'm losing control of the ship, and we're under attack, I've got to get to take control!" Looking directly at his security officer, "Give me a damage report, now!" speaking in a calm, controlled voice.
"Shield's down to......"
CRASH! Consoles exploded and bulkheads went flying
"Shields down to 20%, hull breaches on deck 5-10, emergency forcefields holding...barely. We've got stress fractures throughout the hull, warp engines offline, we're venting plasma out of the starboard nacelle, but we've got weapons!"
"Fire phasers, give me a full spread of photon torpedoes!"
"Firing! I'm reading no damage. Austin, they're shields practically reflected the phaser fire off it!"
"What the hell? Fire a full spread of quantum torpedoes, give me the highest yield you can muster!"
"Firing! Direct hit!" John looked at his console it disbelief, "This......this just isn't possible! I'm reading a 1% drop in shielding, that was 10 quantum torpedoes, and it's only a 1% drop......"
BOOM! This ship literally rocked on its side, Austin landed hard on his chest; feeling a writing pain shoot up his body, 'must have broken a few bones' he thought to himself. Ignoring the pain, he staggered to his chair...... "Report!"
"Shields down, I've activated transport inhibitors throughout the ship, but one shot from that ship and we're done for......"
"Sir, they're coming about, and.....and they're just sitting there. They've targeted the bridge! They're hailing us, audio only."
"Open a channel."
"We are the Vissian cruiser Deathhead......you will surrender yourself to us. Do not attempt to negotiate for your release. You will unconditionally surrender your vessel, whereby you will all be taken to the penal colony on Rotas for......processing."
"Vissian cruiser, I am Liet......Captain Austin Peters of the Federation Starship Phoenix," Austin mentally scolded himself for that mistake, "You have attacked this vessel without provocation! Our vessel was stranded here because of some sort of anomaly, we are merely looking for a way home."
"LIES! I will not tolerate this behavior, Captain," stated the Vissian commander, making the word Captain sound as an insult, "You will surrender, or be destroyed. You are no match for us!"
"Mute On. John, load transphasic torpedoes, and lock onto that vessel."
"Austin, we only have 2. I didn't think we'd need them so soon!"
"That'll be fine!"
Ben looked at him, fear apparent in his eyes, "You must be crazy. They get a single shot off and we're all dead!"
"It's better dead than where those people would take us. You have your orders John........"
"Aye"
"Mute off. Vissian commander, you have attacked a Federation vessel for no reason. We will not surrender. Obviously, you seem to think that you are better than us, so, I have one thing to say to you, screw you! Close channel. Fire!"
"Aye sir, torpedoes away! Direct hit! They've sustained heavy damage; they're warping out of the system. Sir, I shot two transphasic torpedoes at them, and they were still able to warp out! From what I can tell, they took heavy damage, but for a single vessel being able to take two transphasic torpedoes and still warp.......that's.......that's incredible."
"I'm not sure incredible is the word I'd use......." commented Ben.
"John, I need you to get working on those transphasics as soon as possible. Hopefully we won't run into them again, but you never know."
"No problem, I'll get working on it immediately."
Austin nodded in approval, then tapped his communicator, "Bridge to engineering, how long till we can be underway, I have a feeling they'll be sending something more powerful next time..."
"Sullivan here, Austin. It's going to take a while, for god's sake, I just finishing repairing the damn ship and you've already torn her apart again!" Signing audibly he said, "I'll see what I can do."
"I know you will Chris, Peters out. Bridge to Sickbay."
"Flowers here."
"What's it like down there?"
"No casualties, but we've got a bunch of people in critical condition, a lot from deck 8. Everything else in minor stuff, I'm doing everything I can for them."
"I know you are Liz, Peters out."
'We got lucky this time,' Austin thought to himself, 'I've got to address the problem of my senior officers freezing during a battle. We've been here a total of 9 days, and we're already taking damage. We'll just have to make do.'
With that, Austin Peters, the youngest person ever to command a starship, and facing a task larger than life, stalked off to his ready room
'I must get this crew home!!'
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Captain's Personal Log- Stardate-0010.10
It is with a heavy heart that I must write that Captain Bates memorial was this morning. The crew has been informed about my unexpected promotion. However, they still seem rather uncomfortable with the decision, seeing that I am only 17. Though, part of me is elated to take command of such an incredible ship, I must confess that I am at a loss as to how to get this ship home; and the crew would definitely benefit from an experienced commander. However, I gave my word to Captain Bates that get this crew home, and that is what I shall do. Primary systems have started to come online. Though it has already been a week since we have be stranded here, repairs seem to be coming smoothly, if not at a rapid pace. I have full confidence in Chris, but even an experienced engineer would have trouble repairing the damage we've sustained. Everything from lights to EPS conduits have been damaged. In addition, I have yet to announce who shall be the senior staff...
Ensign Benjamin Waters hurried down the hallway. He had been ordered to report to the briefing room at 1800 hours today. 'Lieutenant, no, it was Captain now, Peters had told him to come, but for what purpose he could not figure. We've been here a week, and we still don't have a senior staff. Plus, our "Captain" is a high school adolescent with no command experience whatsoever. Then again, I'm not much older, but what the hell would have given Captain Bates the idea to promote this kid? He's a nice person, and a good friend, but he's definitely NOT command material.' So lost in thought about worrying about the ship, crew, and how they were going to get home, he walked right into his good friend, Andrew McKinley.
"Oops, sorry there Andy," as he helped him up, "Where you headed to?"
"Briefing room. I was ordered to be there by 1800 hours today."
"Oh, so you too, eh?"
"Yeah, any idea what this is about?"
"Beats me. We'd better move though, we're going to be late."
Andy and Ben entered the room. Ensigns Vivian Talsy, John Cal, and Elizabeth Flowers were already sitting at the table.
"Looks like we made it on time," observed Ben.
"Is this everyone?" asked John, looking around.
"How would I know," retorted Ben, "I didn't call it."
Just then, Chris Sullivan sprinted through the door, "Am I late??" he said looking around, "Phew, I thought I'd be late; anyways, who called this meeting?"
"I did," replied Austin as he walked in, "Take a seat Chris," motioning him to one of the empty chairs. He let the silence set in, observing each of their faces and making sure to note their reactions to what he was about to say. "All of you are probably wondering why I called this; as you are aware, two days ago, at 1500 hours, Captain Bates gave me command of the Phoenix. Since we no longer have a senior staff, I am making one. As such, each of you will be taking your respective positions as senior officers. Ensign Andrew McKinley, you will be taking over the duties of Senior Helm officer. Ensign Vivian Talsy, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander, and will be the Senior Ops officer, in addition to being the second officer. Ensign John Cal, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant junior grade, and you will be Chief Security Officer. Ensigns Elizabeth Flowers and Chris Sullivan, both of you are now Lieutenant Commanders, each of you will be the head of your respective sections, Liz, you're Chief Medical officer and Chris, you're now the head of engineering; and finally, Ensign Benjamin Waters, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Commander, and you will be the XO of the ship."
All of them looked at him in complete awe, very few people ever became senior officers when they just came out of the academy, let alone be promoted to the ranks they were.
"All right then, assuming that no one objects...."Austin looked around; no one said a thing. He looked at each of them, noticing that all of them were taking the information in their own ways; Andy seemed reasonably pleased, John looked completely bewildered, Vivian looked pale and apprehensive, almost fearful; Chris and Ben were looking straight at one another, both flustered. Austin couldn't tell what each of them were thinking, it almost seemed that Chris had wanted the XO spot and Ben had wanted to be Chief Engineer, but he figured he was imagining it. The only one who seemed to take it in stride was Liz Flowers, who had obviously realized that she was next in line of CMO. "I'll take your silence meaning no one objects?" Everyone nodded in agreement. "Well, congratulations to all of you, but now, on to other business. What's our status, Chris?"
"Uhm, ya," Chris responded, still flustered from what he had just heard. Here he was, 23 years old, and fresh out of the academy, and he was CEO, that was amazing, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. While he had been heading the repair effort, the second he heard that they were going to be senior officers, he had immediately hoped he would be XO. But alas, it was not to be, but he wouldn't complain, CEO was fine with him, "Well, warp power is back online, as well as thrusters, I'm still having trouble with impulse and warp engines. Life support is running, all our hull breaches have been patched up; we've replaced most of the damaged EPS conduits, except the problem is we're still running out of supplies!
"You'll have to make do," Austin replied, "Replicate what you can, but I have a feeling we won't be taking on supplies for a while." Austin looked over at his ops officer, "Have we been able to determine where we are yet?"
Vivian shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "Uhm, I'm not so sure our initial prediction was correct. As we get more and more information, it looks like we're almost 100,000 years in the past, and at least 100,000 light years from the Alpha Quadrant. Also, there are these..... patterns......which suffice to say, are quite confusing. To tell you the truth, I think we may be in another dimension."
"So you're saying that we're in the past, in another quadrant, and possibly in another dimension, just great," retorted Ben, "What else do we need to go wrong?"
"Chris, I need you to get these systems repaired, especially shields," said Austin, ignoring Ben's sarcastic response, "Somehow, I'm getting the feeling we probably going to need them. I was looking over the schematics, and officially, we're to carry only 150 photon torpedoes and another 100 quantum. However, it says in Captain Bates's log that we also carry a few transphasic torpedoes.
"Weren't those banned? I though the Federation council banned them saying those weapons were from the future, stating that Starfleet vessels are not allowed to use them," said John
"Starfleet Command has allowed a few transphasic torpedoes to be on certain ships in the event of a Borg attack," stated Austin. "We're also fortunate enough to have facilities to modify photon torpedoes into transphasic torpedoes, but it's a rather lengthy and complicated process. John, I need you to convert about five of the photon torpedoes into transphasic torpedoes; you never know if we'll need them."
"That's quite a supply of torpedoes there," said Liz, "You planning on starting a war?"
"Like I said, it's a gut feeling, and it usually best to go with your gut," he replied, then looking towards Chris, "how soon can we have all systems ready?"
"Well, if we work around the clock, probably a few more days."
"Excellent, you have 48 hours. I know I'm pushing you, but we can't remain a sitting duck much longer; there are bound to be pirate vessels around and I'm sure we make a tempting target."
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Captain's Log-0012.18
Lt. Commander Sullivan has finally repaired primary systems, though some backups are still offline. However, we have decided to begin exploring the nearby vicinity in order to determine where we are and how to get home...
"Captain, we're receiving an automated distress call less than a light year away," stated Vivian.
"Put it on speaker, and how the hell didn't we detect them?" replied Austin.
"Komfol.....giosd..ggei......"
"I'm running through the universal translator, it's having difficulty, uhm...there, got it."
"This is the freighter..........Mag.......we........unde.....tack...require im......ence........heavy casul.......repe........"
"Ensign, set a course to those coordinates, Chris, we're going to need warp power."
"Aye, Captain, but the best I can give you is warp 8, I'm still recalibrating the intermix ratio."
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"Captain, we're arriving at the coordinates, I'm reading debris scattered throughout the area. The debris seems to be...ionized, possibly weapons fire. However, I'm reading no sign of the freighter or any warp trails signifying the arrival or departure of any ships."
"Masked.......?" asked John.
"If it is, sensors aren't detecting them"
"Austin, should I raise shields?" John asked, "If that's the remains of a ship, the enemy vessel is bound to be close."
"Sir, I'm reading........something........to the port bow. I can't tell what it is; possible a cloaked ship, though there's no way to be for sure."
"Vivian, I need a little more information than that; have you tried scanning for anti-protons?"
"It doesn't show up when scanning for anti-protons or using tachyon emissions, sir. But under, certain bandwidths, appears......I guess you could almost call it a phantom"
"John, go to yellow alert, better safe than s......"
"Ship decloking off the port bow......they're arming weapons!" Vivian said in panic.
"Full power to shields, hail them!"
"No response, they're firing!"
CRASH! The entire ship shuddered at the impact the weapons fire
Austin blacked out for a second, but quickly came to, "REPORT!"
No one answered, and for a moment, Austin was afraid he'd lost the whole bridge crew...again!
"Vivian, damage report!" She didn't answer "Vivian!" Vivian turned and looked straight at Austin, the fear palpable on her face, "Sir, I......I........I can't do it......."
CRASH!! Panic ensued on the bridge, as junior officers fled their posts...
Austin began to panic, 'I'm losing control of the ship, and we're under attack, I've got to get to take control!" Looking directly at his security officer, "Give me a damage report, now!" speaking in a calm, controlled voice.
"Shield's down to......"
CRASH! Consoles exploded and bulkheads went flying
"Shields down to 20%, hull breaches on deck 5-10, emergency forcefields holding...barely. We've got stress fractures throughout the hull, warp engines offline, we're venting plasma out of the starboard nacelle, but we've got weapons!"
"Fire phasers, give me a full spread of photon torpedoes!"
"Firing! I'm reading no damage. Austin, they're shields practically reflected the phaser fire off it!"
"What the hell? Fire a full spread of quantum torpedoes, give me the highest yield you can muster!"
"Firing! Direct hit!" John looked at his console it disbelief, "This......this just isn't possible! I'm reading a 1% drop in shielding, that was 10 quantum torpedoes, and it's only a 1% drop......"
BOOM! This ship literally rocked on its side, Austin landed hard on his chest; feeling a writing pain shoot up his body, 'must have broken a few bones' he thought to himself. Ignoring the pain, he staggered to his chair...... "Report!"
"Shields down, I've activated transport inhibitors throughout the ship, but one shot from that ship and we're done for......"
"Sir, they're coming about, and.....and they're just sitting there. They've targeted the bridge! They're hailing us, audio only."
"Open a channel."
"We are the Vissian cruiser Deathhead......you will surrender yourself to us. Do not attempt to negotiate for your release. You will unconditionally surrender your vessel, whereby you will all be taken to the penal colony on Rotas for......processing."
"Vissian cruiser, I am Liet......Captain Austin Peters of the Federation Starship Phoenix," Austin mentally scolded himself for that mistake, "You have attacked this vessel without provocation! Our vessel was stranded here because of some sort of anomaly, we are merely looking for a way home."
"LIES! I will not tolerate this behavior, Captain," stated the Vissian commander, making the word Captain sound as an insult, "You will surrender, or be destroyed. You are no match for us!"
"Mute On. John, load transphasic torpedoes, and lock onto that vessel."
"Austin, we only have 2. I didn't think we'd need them so soon!"
"That'll be fine!"
Ben looked at him, fear apparent in his eyes, "You must be crazy. They get a single shot off and we're all dead!"
"It's better dead than where those people would take us. You have your orders John........"
"Aye"
"Mute off. Vissian commander, you have attacked a Federation vessel for no reason. We will not surrender. Obviously, you seem to think that you are better than us, so, I have one thing to say to you, screw you! Close channel. Fire!"
"Aye sir, torpedoes away! Direct hit! They've sustained heavy damage; they're warping out of the system. Sir, I shot two transphasic torpedoes at them, and they were still able to warp out! From what I can tell, they took heavy damage, but for a single vessel being able to take two transphasic torpedoes and still warp.......that's.......that's incredible."
"I'm not sure incredible is the word I'd use......." commented Ben.
"John, I need you to get working on those transphasics as soon as possible. Hopefully we won't run into them again, but you never know."
"No problem, I'll get working on it immediately."
Austin nodded in approval, then tapped his communicator, "Bridge to engineering, how long till we can be underway, I have a feeling they'll be sending something more powerful next time..."
"Sullivan here, Austin. It's going to take a while, for god's sake, I just finishing repairing the damn ship and you've already torn her apart again!" Signing audibly he said, "I'll see what I can do."
"I know you will Chris, Peters out. Bridge to Sickbay."
"Flowers here."
"What's it like down there?"
"No casualties, but we've got a bunch of people in critical condition, a lot from deck 8. Everything else in minor stuff, I'm doing everything I can for them."
"I know you are Liz, Peters out."
'We got lucky this time,' Austin thought to himself, 'I've got to address the problem of my senior officers freezing during a battle. We've been here a total of 9 days, and we're already taking damage. We'll just have to make do.'
With that, Austin Peters, the youngest person ever to command a starship, and facing a task larger than life, stalked off to his ready room
'I must get this crew home!!'