It was three in the morning station time when NE Fitzsimmon’s control panel beeped that a ship dropping out of ward had been detected. “What the…?” the heavy-lidded Operations officer said as he pulled his feet off the terminal desk and leaned forward. “We don’t have any ships scheduled incoming…” The ship was too far away for identification, but it appeared to be Federation. NE Fitz turned and looked at the Watch Officer currently in the Command chair. “Ma’am, I have an unidentified vessel just dropped out of warp at the outer-most edge of our sensor range. I think… wait. Ma’am, we are being hailed.”

“On screen.” Lt. (jg) M’stok said. The Vulcan stood up as the screen lit up showing the face of an Antican dressed in the uniform of Star Fleet and wearing the pips of a Vice Admiral. The canine-humanoid looked up, scowled, and said “Where is your Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Junior Grade? Why are they not on the bridge?” in a tone indicating extreme displeasure.

Nonplussed, the Vulcan simply arched an eyebrow and said respectfully “Sir, the Commanding Officer is most likely in his quarters at this time. I will call him to the Command Deck immediately. If you could let me know what this is in regards to, I-” and the Antican cut her off. “Do I look like someone that needs to explain myself to a junior officer, Lieutenant Junior Grade? Do I?” he asked, his voice getting more and more agitated with each word. “No, Sir. I will get the Captain immediately.” as she reached down to tap the station comms the screen blanked out, the call terminated from the other end. At that moment, the NE who detected the ship tapped a few commands into his console and the ship and Vice Admiral in command of it’s identities were conveyed to her. She looked, and even through her Vulcan stoicism, a look of dread was briefly visible. An automated file beamed from the ship, the Interror, conveyed a set of of previously unknown orders to the station as well.

=/\= Command Deck to all Senior Officers. Please report to the Command Deck immediately. Star Fleet Inspector General is incoming… with his staff. We are being inspected. =/\=

So It Begins