Lost Aquaran

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Corizon set perched in the COC of Camelot Station, mentally reviewing his schedule for the day. Captain Sorehl had departed from Camelot with Weyoun aboard the USS Reliant only a few hours before, and now Corizon was fully in command of the Alexandria-class station—at least for now.

 

Sorehl had delayed as long as possible, hoping to hear news from Governor K’Vorlag and Ambassador N’Kedre. Especially once HoD Tagor of the IKS Balth had arrived the day before, with the bodies of the Jem’Hadar they had uncovered at the ruins of the cloning facility they had been sent to scout.

 

And even more so, when reports had began to stream in of armed resistance occurring through out the Dominion. But he had waited as long as Day, Corizon, or Sorehl could possibly explain to Starfleet Command.

 

So now, the duty of protecting Avalon, and waiting for K’Vorlag, fell to Ah-Windu Corizon. To say he was happy with the assignment would be an overstatement. While he’d wanted his own command for sometime, this was not the situation or the circumstances he’d wanted that to happen under.

 

He supposed the good news was, that ‘Amun’ the strange visitor who’d nearly killed them all, had left the station a few hours before aboard a independent freighter bound for a small trading outpost, from which he said he could arrange further transport to his homeworld. Though it went against his better judgment, Corizon allowed Amun to take his stasis pod as well.

 

Corizon’s train of thought was disrupted though, by the even , yet slightly alarmed voice of Commander Sprint. “Commander,” he said.

 

“Yes,” Corizon blinked a few times, reorganizing his thought patterns to focus on the task at hand.

 

“We’re receiving a transmission from New Bajor,” Sprint motioned to the status monitor.

 

Unfolding his hands and tapping a few commands on his own consol, Corizon brought up the same screen Sprint was looking at. “The Aquaran…” his voice trailing off.

 

“They were docked at Camelot a few days ago, sir. As you can see they haven’t reported in at New Bajor, they were supposed to be back at there three days ago.”

 

“Can we get a fix on their last location?”

 

“Negative, sir,” Sprint replied evenly. “They appear to have entered the Onnaris Expanse, it’s difficult to pinpoint their location from this range.”

 

Corizon’s brows furrowed in annoyance. “Why would they have gone into the Onnaris Expanse?”

 

“Some of the traders have been using it as a short cut back to the wormhole. It saves a few days off the trip.”

 

Again, Corizon’s brow furrowed, his ears moving backwards in frustration. “Send out a signal to all colonies and transports in the Quadrant, telling them to avoid that sector.”

 

“Sir?”

 

“I don’t want anyone else getting messed up in this…”

 

Sprint nodded. “The Expanse would be perfect for Hundred Raiders to hide out in…”

 

Corizon nodded his agreement. “Who can we send to find them?”

 

Quickly flicking through the manifest of vessels currently in the sector as well as those docked at Camelot, Sprint turned to face Corizon. “The Yorktown is currently on a trade mission, to far out…”

 

Corizon glanced at the same readout. “And most of the crews here aren’t experienced enough with an area of space like the Expanse to find them…”

 

Spint nodded, “I suppose that leaves…”

 

“Get me Admiral Day…”