Posted by Lieutenant Demil Lis (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Intro, Part III -

Posted by Lieutenant Kohana Black Wolf (Chief Intelligence Officer/Helm) in Main Sim - Intro, Part III -

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Intro, Part III -
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The mission orders came through on a Priority One channel. There was no audio, no one telling them what to do; just an encrypted message from Star Fleet Intelligence.

To: Commanding Officer, USS Asimov
From: SFI Headquarters, Paris, Earth
PRIORITY ONE ALERT. NEW ORDERS INCOMING.

The Asimov is here by directed to cease current directives and make to the attached coordinates with all haste. Upon arrival, the Asimov will conduct an investigation of the area and locate any and all signs of the Deep Space Exploratory vessel USS John Brown. Commanding Officer is here by granted permission to follow any and all leads in an effort to find any sign of the ship and / or it’s crew.

Upon arrival at coordinates, the Asimov will establish clear comms with SFI Headquarters and provide reports of any findings every 8 hours.

Authorization to conduct negotions on behalf of Star Fleet and the Federation is granted.

Authorization to engage hostile forces is granted.

Authorization to suspend rights for all prisoners is granted.

GM

(OOC: Excited to get sim started, dropping T’Mor on the bridge in preparation. - Ava)

T’Mor, being only a junior level officer free from the burden of Command, was not aware of the new orders. She continued to man her station on the bridge. Focusing on the task at hand, observing the usual subspace turbulence for anything out of the ordinary, as one does. Blissfully unaware as to what would soon come.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor, Scientist|

Sara saw these new orders and closed her eyes for a moment. After a deep breath, she opened her eyes and spoke. “Helm you’re going to receive coordinates. Lay in a course. I don’t know what we’re in yet- but we’ve been ordered to drop everything and attend to this so it must be urgent.”

-CO

The helm officer nodded and said “Aye, Captain. Coordinates coming in now. Looks like we are headed…” and a puzzled look came over his face and he turned to face Kiernan. “Um, Captain? I think there may be a mistake. These coordinates aren’t anywhere.” and he shook his head. “No no… I mean they are literally in the middle of nowhere. The closest system from that point is at least a standard month at Warp 5. And its going to take us almost two and a half weeks at Warp 6. Can we get a confirmation on these?”

GM

At the Intel station located at the rear of the bridge, Kohana tapped into the helm console to access the coordinate. He then began a search for the area in an effort to find out the significance of the area. . . . .

OOC: Somehow the sickbay thread got thrown into the middle of this main sim thread ??

Lieutenant Kohana Black Wolf
Chief Intelligence Officer/Helm USS Asimov

T’Mor may have been the on-duty bridge science officer, and by no means would Demil usurp that outside of an active mission scenario - after all, what good were department duty schedules if one arbitrarily ignored them - but that didn’t mean the CSO wasn’t on the bridge. He was at one of the aft stations, having been multitasking keeping a pulse on general ship happenings that might affect the science dept and running some data from an experiment. At the helm officer’s question, he shunted that experiment to the console in his office and pulled up the area surrounding the coordinates, researching any known anomalies or phenomena in the area as well as the most recent detailed scans of that space.

Lieutenant Demil Lis
Chief Science Officer

Both searches returned quite similar information. The coordinates were in an area of space where there was literally nothing. It was between systems, no celestial bodies of any kind, no government claimed it, and there were no artificial habitats or structures of any kind…

Quite literally, there was nothing there. It was empty space. The one item of interest is that a Federation Star Fleet Deep Space Exploratory Vessel named the USS John Brown had disappeared with all hands in this general area three years ago. And this is when both researchers were lucky to be on an Intelligence vessel: there was a Classified report (both of them having the clearance for such matters) that had been filed less than one standard day prior that stated the Executive Officer of the ship, Commander Jed, had been found alive on Oed V- a Federation colony on the FAR far side of Federation space less than two days prior.

GM