The Destiny dropped out of warp in orbit of the planet. It appeared to have been M-class at one time, but due to an atmospheric disaster, the planet's oxygen supply was destroyed. Sure enough, the planet had one ship on it. A Grissom-Class.

Starwind sat in the center of the bridge, "VonBach, lead an away team."

VonBach looked a bit different outside of diplomatic setting. He brandished a phase compression rifle at all times. The Commander was a weapon obsessive. He collected weapons of every culture he could. Klingon, Starfleet, Romulan, Dominion, any he could find.

"Lieutenant Watson, you're with me." VonBach ordered in a commanding tone.

Watson joined him. Thomas Watson was the thin, somewhat mousy, science officer.

"VonBach to Valorn and Bronski, meet in Transporter Room One." He tapped his comm. badge.

Valorn Rit was the chief medical officer, and a Bajoran. As for Greg Bronski, he was the chief engineer.

VonBach was in the turbolift in seconds.

Starwind turned to his Andorian pilot, Commander Talara. "Commander, move us as close as you can to the Tabernacle while keeping in high atmosphere."

"Aye, Captian." Talara replied.