He was too old for this sh-BOOM

A violent explosion rocked the shuttle as he approached his new home, the Leviathan, a dreadnaught outfitted with scientific equipment only dreamed of by most research vessles. It loomed large in his viewscreen, or rather it had before the static overtook the panel as he was thrown about the cabin. The yellowish tint of the fluorine gas in which he sat caused a sickening orange glow to fill the shuttle as the lights went out.

He got to his feet, reached for the panel and tapped it wildly, “This is Captain Zarcal of the shuttlecraft Fargo to the USS Leviathan, Todd, are you there? Something’s happened I’m trying to figure that out. I–” He said before a klaxon whirred to life and the computer said, “Warning. Atmospheric leak detected.”

His protege, Todd Nyman, a man more than he appeared. A man he had been working with, had just been offered a promotion and when he heard of it, Zarcal was delighted. He had just been brought back into active service and demanded that rather than a transfer as Star Fleet had so imagined, he be allowed to stay on the ship and serve as his Executive Officer. If he didn’t work quickly though, Todd would be reporting to another captain quickly.

~Zarcal, CO~