In the USS Leviathan’s CIC, the gamma shift crew toils diligently, their faces bathed in the soft glow of the consoles as they monitor the ship’s systems. The hum of machinery fills the air, punctuated by the occasional beeping of alerts and the tap-tap of fingers on keyboards. The atmosphere is calm but tinged with anticipation as if the crew senses something on the horizon.

Suddenly, a light on the proximity sensors begins to blink, casting an eerie glow across the dimly lit room. The sound of an audible tone, matching the rhythm of the blinking light, fills the otherwise silent CIC. The crew exchanges cautious glances, their attention shifting to the source of the disturbance until the duty officer taps his comm badge, =^=Captain, this is NE Carmichael. We think you might want to come to bridge our sensors have detected an object on an intercept course.=^=

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back [OSFTSB]
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USS Leviathan