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PLOT LOG - Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Posted on Thu Jun 16th, 2022 @ 12:07am by Captain Cecilia Rau

Mission: In the Dark
Location: Ready Room, USS Minerva
Timeline: Current

It had been several days since they left the pirate’s den, its chaos, and a handful of their lost crew behind.

The USS Minerva had returned to its point position toward the front of the fleet. It was not moving ahead as a scout, but it was one of the first in line of defense should they run headfirst into anything. Really, though, Rau did not expect any surprises because the convoy was moving so incredibly slowly. How could anything not be seen a mile away when this bunch of ships was creeping along?

Several of the civilian vessels had had trouble, and the lack of available parts and manpower at rates they used to have had made it all slow. The group really was just limping along.

Rau was in her ready room, reading over the latest reports from the civilian ship repairs. The PADD was set on the couch in front of her, and she was curled up in a Bengal house cat form as she read. Her striped gray paw would reach out every now and then to scroll or change a page or reach a new report.

It was just after 1630 hours when the officer of the watch on beta shift chirped into the room, or his voice did at least.

“We received a straight message from one of the forward scouts,” the young man reported, sounding uncertain. “We’re not really sure what they meant by it, and it was cut off before it could finish.”

“Play it for me,” Rau ordered, reluctantly shifting back into her human form and sighing.

“Yes, sir,” came the reply.

Before that message could be played however, something else happened.

The Minerva–recall, at the vanguard of the Federation convoy–passed through some sort of invisible barrier that they had no chance of knowing was there. This was something previously unknown to their databanks so they weren’t on the lookout for it, but they surely knew it was there once they went through it.

All at once, and without any warning, the ship lost all power.

Suddenly rolling slightly, control of navigation was gone. The ship’s artificial gravity went out, letting everyone rise off whatever they were on. Distress calls were sent out, but communications were all down. Life support went off and for several frightening minutes, folks thought the air breathed a little thin…

They all hung for a long moment, suspended in the dark.

Emergency life support, backups that were not meant to run for long but would hopefully run long enough to let them figure the problem out, came on. Air and heat was once again pumped into the ship, but gravity was limited. Comms and navigation were still unpowered, however, and so the Minerva drifted in silence.

 

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