Ambassador Class Vessel USS Velocity A
Chi Herculis sector
Stardate: 86087.85
"Sir, I'm picking up a priority one distress call coming in on one of the hyper subspace frequencies." Reported the comm officer.
Captain Renolds with a concerned look on his face, lifted out of center seat and trotted over to the position of the last call his ears received and transmitted to his brain for a split second analysis. "Put in on."
The computer gave its usual chime signaling a transmission from somewhere elsewhere in the quadrant was about to be displayed on the holographic screen of viewing. The crackle of static and "snow" breached across the quality of the message as the human captain tried to get his most urgent message across. "T- any -ll shi-iving th-ssae, I urge yo- to re- Vega -ny i-antly! They will s-b-attacke-rg-vessels-conduit."
The 52 year old Human's concerns were growing like Yalian Moss Ferns across his mind. He decided he would throw caution to the wind on this one and head to Vega Colony to see what was going on. He gave the orders to the ensign and the ship felt the familiar rush of being accelerated to FTL speeds.
The Lt. only came in to see what Dr. Moore could do for a burnt hand, but she had turned the situation around and made it a physical. The blue skinned antennae yielding officer was less than amused by the Doctor's sarcastic bed side manor, If only staff-. JOLT.
"All hands to battle stations, all senior officers to the bridge." The klaxons bellowed.
