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Three hours ago, Mwezi had been calm, collected, and relaxed as he sat down for his regular meditation. His mind opened up to sense the world around him, expecting nothing but emptiness and the lack of anyone from his world - other than his beloved Kula. Instead his sense was bombarded with the primal fear of a creature native to his planet. He didn’t know where it was, or what it was. But it was scared. And he felt he had a duty to try to help it. Therefore, with some persuasion, he had acquired permission to go with a small team into the nearby space and search for the source of the fear. Since they were still dealing with the weird void situation, they were warned not to travel too far afield, and wished the best of luck.

Mwezi sat next to the NE pilot, closing his eyes for a moment. “If everyone could be quiet a moment, I need to try to reach out again and find the animal…”

• Mwezi

Tal fumbled with her staff, absently burrowing calloused fingers into a knot in its wood, and released a soft breath. Nothing. She saw nothing—sensed nothing. To her, the expanse ahead was fallow and lifeless. But her humanity didn’t negate nor discredit Mwezi’s concerns. His tumult was as palpable to Abara as she imagined the creature’s was to him, and that was motivation enough. Nodding, Tal snapped her attention to the medical tricorder nestled at her side. She was a psychiatrist with the veterinary skill of a fifth-year daydreamer, but Tal had enough run-ins with shadows and macabre creatures to at least lend a hand.

— Abara, Cognitive Scientist

Mwezi’s eyes closed and he once more reached out with his emotions, his Bas’da straining from the effort of doing so in an environment that demanded his attention. He felt the equivalent of a headache begin to build in the dense bundle of nerve fibers halfway down his back, where the emotional center of his brain was held. But then he felt the heavy rush of external fear. It wasn’t terror, not active fear, but more of an existential dread and knowledge of oncoming death. It built in his core and made his fur stand on end. But now that he found it, he could do as all hunters instinctively knew to do, and he could home in on the signal. “It’s at 30 degrees. That way,” he pointed towards the empty void of space, and as the ships sensors swept in that direction, they picked up a small vessel. Not much bigger than their own, and with no active propulsion.

Mwezi, CTO

Hsull, who had been standing behind Abara and Mwezi looked at the sensor scan and the data being displayed, “It looks like they’re just drifting, can we bring up a visual and magnify it ? Perhaps Lt Mwezi will recognize the craft. My question is : Why is this ship here, now and who..... or apparently what is on board ?” Hsull remembered Mwezi saying he sensed it was an animal.

Hsull - CAARS

Mwezi watched the display as they zoomed in on the vessel, squinting slightly. He shook his head slightly. “It’s not a vessel I recognize, although it seems to be a Federation design, just by the shape of it.”

Indeed. It seemed to be a small scout-type vehicle, made using UFP materials and design principles, although the specific make was unfamiliar.

Tal moved to the cockpit, eyeing the sensor array for an injury or signs of a breach that might explain the vessel’s unusual condition. And, more importantly, the creature’s safety.

As they navigated closer to the vessel, Mwezi closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to send hope to the small being within. “It’s an animal. A small one. It’s scared and hopeless. I think whatever happened, it’s the only living thing on that ship.”

Mwezi, CTO

“If they’re terrified and hopeless, they must perceive some kind of danger,” Tal spoke softly, pensively. “How stable is that vessel? And can we extract the animal?”

— Abara, Cognitive Science

Mwezi watched the vessel quietly, staring at it. His eyes narrowed.

The sensors picked up a few more details about the ship. It was a regular little cargo vessel, and from the list of it’s floating and the large hole in it’s side, it seemed clear as to… how the crew had met their demise. As they approached even closer, they could pick up the one little life sign. “This time period, you have more advanced transporters than what they had where Kula and I come from. Is it possible to latch onto the signal of the animal and beam it onto this shuttle? Does the shuttle have a transporter?” he glanced back, looking for the pads on the ground that would identify what he was looking for.

Mwezi, CTO

Tal peered closer, her lips parting at the hole ripped into the vessel’s side. “We have a transporter,” she jabbed a thumb at the stern, “but it’s weak. We need to get within 5,000 kilometres of the ship and get a firm lock on the creature’s life signs.” She glanced at the NE Pilot. “Think you can get a lock, Ensign?”

— Abara, Cognitive Science