Mwezi sat facing the viewscreen, doing his best to restrain the excitement from bleeding into his physicality. His knee bounced up and down as he watched space fly past them through the warp bubble. He was going home. Well, not truly home, his old house and family were two centuries in the past and an entire universe away, but at the same time, truly home. He would see his beloved Shilo and Kula, and that wasn’t all! Some of the senior staff were coming along for his promotion ceremony, which he really appreciated. He’d invited several people, but of course not everyone could make it. Most of the crew remained on the Asimov, while those who were attending the promotion were aboard a small transport vessel they’d rented.

They were holding the ceremony on Galdor for… sentimental reasons. Also because legally, Mwezi was still an exchange officer and a member of the IAF. He’d never taken any courses at Starfleet Academy, after all. Regardless, here he was, visiting home, and–

Mwezi’s thoughts were interrupted by a message coming in on the comms.

=/\=Urgent assistance requested. Starfleet vessels within range, response requested. Disaster imminent. IASS Kelpie broadcasting. Repetition. Urgent assistance requested.=/\=

The voice transmitting sounded stilted and unsure, almost artificial.

Mwezi, XO

OOC: This is a short, self-run thing, I expect it only to run for a couple of months. I’m also gonna request that the number of participants be limited, because this is explicitly not a ship-wide event. I would ask participation to be limited to 3 people other than me, if anyone drops out, other people can join in retroactively.
- Riley