A week later the Ark Angel dropped out of warp a few thousand kilometers out of the boundaries of the massive area of space known as The Barrens. For many light years the tracks of thick syrupy like dark-silver nebula spanned before them. Sensors were already having a little trouble piercing the clouds but enough readings came in to pick up a system about 3 light years ahead with signals that matched the distress call of the SS Synthesis.

Drudoc sitting in the CO’s chair observed the view screen. “..Science what do we got on scans?” She asked.

Science in addition to the above could also report that the local area was highly charged with plasma eddies and small scale ion storms nothing the shields couldn’t handle though.

After the report she nodded, and looked over to the security and tactical chief. “..On tactical any scans?” She asked.

From a tactical point there was debris picked up distantly around the region, mostly old wrecks of alien ships, a few of Federation design dating back over the years, and even a smattering of Klingon, Romulan, and Dominion wrecks. But nothing showed up as active or showing signs of life, it seemed they were alone out here for now.

Pondering the report on the wrecks, Drudoc rubbed her chin, she did not want to rush into this, but they had a mission to complete. “..Raise shields, and helm move us into the Barrens to intercept the distress call, XO take us to yellow alert.” She said.

GM CockRoach / Drudoc Andone CO