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“Ah! Yes, the Voyager space probe,” replied Glen. “The V’ger incident was quite avoidable. You are no doubt correct as usual!”

“Err, I’m certain that V’ger was a later version of that Golden Disc probe, Captain,” Hal said. “In fact, it was Voyager Seven, modified by alien technology.”

“I lived on Alpha Centauri for most of my childhood,” replied Glen, by way of an apology. “Even though I have British ancestry, my grasp of Earth history is often a little rough around the edges, not having been to school there!”

A petite red-haired woman in a Starfleet uniform, flanked by a vaguely reptilian officer with inky, dilated eyes the size of saucers, and a diminutive balding man, walked up to the Captain’s group, each carrying medical kits.

“Captain, gentlemen,” she said by way of introduction. “I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced. Doctor Elizabeth Jasper at your service, along with my physician’s assistant, Rivv’mokk, and my head nurse, Ensign St. Georges. I figured we should probably touch base with your group before we head off to visit the local hospitals.”

“Glad you could join us Doctor,” replied Glen. “I’m afraid you’ve missed the food! We will be visiting the transport hub and training facilities before touring the medical complexes, but tag along anyway.”

As the rest of the landing party got aboard the monorail the doors slid shut and the rail car began to move slowly picking up high speed. Thankfully and jostling around was minimized by gravity-momentum compensators. Within a moment the rail car slowed again opening to the lower portions of the monorail station hug transit they had viewed from above earlier. They were now in the thick of its carefully setup structure.

“Anything that you particularly wanted to see here, Kord?” Glen asked his XO. “It looks much like any other railway station or spaceport in the galaxy to me; a seamless, secure and safe flow of busy passengers, hurrying between platforms and a multitude of fast food concession stores.”

-Glen, CO

Kord was observing. It was efficient for sure but was there a dirty underside? Kord was watching for indications of those dispossessed by society. In many cultures they had a tendency to gather at places of mass transit or nearby.

“I’m just looking at the moment Captain.” Kord replied to Glen.

• Kord, XO

Kord’s keen eyes would quickly take in that no signs of ‘underside’ seemed evident, nor was there really any indication of those ‘disposed by society’. In fact it was quite the contrary. As he watched he would see some Alstair younglings going out of their way to help an elderly one down some steps. Repair work by others was in evidence too showing efficient maintenance and well cared for people. Overall people looked quite healthy and organized.

Then there was a sound above them, like a roaring sound making a sudden ‘crack’ like the thunder of the gods bringing down a wrathful hammer. Before any real words or action could be taken something slammed into the tunnel system a quarter a mile away from them! The wracking shockwave sending everyone to the ground. The explosion and resulting fires soon springing up had cries of panic and for help soon materializing. Dust clouds soon engulfed the area and air making everything hard to see more then a few feet in front of them and hard to breathe.

Whether it was a few seconds or a few minutes the ringing in the landing parties ears and distant cries for help were muffled from whatever had happened. As their ears cleared a bit they could see the First Captain groggily getting to her feet coughing. Through the static of the UT they could make out her words as =/\= What.....what happened? =/\=

Sirens began to blare then both nearby and in the distance, sounding like emergency response vehicles assumingly.

GM CockRoach