Posted by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) in Star base K5

The USS Merrimack easily made it back to K5 with no interruptions. Upon docking orders were given that some of the Starbase engineers were assigned to assist with any quick repairs and maintenance as they would be heading out again as soon as the Commodore gave the orders. The crew was given the go ahead to board the station but to be prepared for the orders to head out on short notice.

((Go ahead and enjoy the Starbase with some side threads. I’ll be ramping up the new sim Monday night probably as it’s Thanksgiving weekend here. Happy Thanksgiving to any other Canadians!))

GM Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare

It had been over 24 hours that the Merrimack had been docked at K5 and the repairs and maintenance were well underway with a lot of the Starbase’s engineers putting in long hours to effect them.

Commodore Stone sat in his office in Ops as his team worked on cleaning up the comm calls from Ardan V. As the Commodore finished reading up on the reports about ongoing repair and maintenance on the Merrimack an Ensign from Ops commed him.
=^=Commodore, we have finally finished cleaning up the distress call. It appears to be from the Mining colony on Ardan V. They say their communication is very spotty as there appears to be sabotage on their end. They are asking for help as several colonists have vanished and they have ongoing sabotage to the Colony town and mining equipment. They have not been able to identify any signatures to the damage and have had no alien incursions from off planet as far as they are aware with their faulty equipment. They are asking for our help, sir.=^=
=^=Understood, Ensign. I will take it from here, thank you.=^=

Stone pulled up the information on Ardan V on his viewscreen. Ardan V was listed as a paradise planet in a conflict zone. The lush world was mostly ocean except for a couple of small continents and extensive island chains. The average climate was mild and the equatorial region was a tropical paradise marred intermittently by summer storms. It was an ideal colonization candidate, but every attempt to colonize was quickly abandoned and several lay in ruins at various locations across the planet. Every past attempt to set up shop on the planet - even scavengers looking for salvage - found themselves packing up and leaving. Nearby interstellar government in the area had given up on claiming it for a variety of reasons. The mining colony that had recently been set up was fairly new, only having been there for six months but there were a number of colonists from a variety of Federation races.

Ardan V was far from any major galactic power. The small interstellar governments in the area around Ardan V are in constant conflict. Pirates and other criminals tended to take advantage of the political instability to operate freely in the area and a fledgling colony on Ardan V would be a tempting target, the Commodore thought to himself. He noted on reading the summary that those aware of the colonies existence considered Ardan V to be “cursed” and “unlucky” or even a “haunted” place. He snorted to himself in derision as he reached over to his comms again.
=^=Commodore Stone to Captain Glen. If you could make your way to my office, Captain, we have finally cleared up the distress call and I would like to apprise you of the situation.=^=

=/\= Acknowledged Commodore! I’ll be right there. =/\=

Captain Glen left the Merrimack and took a crossover bridge to the station. He couldn’t remember actually visiting Commodore Stone’s office in person before, so this was quite a novel experience, and he had to find it’s location of the station map and take a lift up to the cone section. As we walked around the picture windows of the corridors of the cone, he had a fantastic view of the Merrimack from above, where he could see repairs and scars that possibly no one else would notice.

After the short walk, he arrived at the Office of Commodore Stone and pressed the door chime.

• Glen, CO

“Enter, Captain” The Commodore’s voice was deep and resonant and the doors whooshed open as he hit a switch on his desk. “Have a seat, John.” The Commodore said as the Captain entered.

He rose, coffee cup in hand and moved over to a side board in the port side of his office where a tray sat with a coffee urn, cups, and cream and sugar vessels. As he refilled his own cup he looked enquiringly at Captain Glen.
“Coffee?”

GM Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare