"Lost At Sea"

[LeftEar JoNs 0]

02.11.08

USS Yellowjacket NCC-1609

“Lost at Sea”

 

Commander MVess “Left Ear” JoNs swiped a paw over the security device attached to her computer terminal, allowing it to take a scan of her paw print. Once her clearance had been indicated with a soft blip, the Caitian second officer spoke her commands to the terminal.

 

“Computer, contact Commander Savette JoNs, Starfleet command headquarters, Intelligence Division. Private communications line JoNs Beta Orilla Five.”

 

“Working…”

 

After a few moments of staring at the familiar blue background and silver planet with matching oak leaves, the visual feed on the desktop viewer switched over to the image of an older Caitian - older, but definitely still sharp. The gray feline regarded her younger family counterpart with bright and enthusiastic gold eyes. “Left Ear. What’s the word?”

 

“The word is still nothing. The Yellowjacket, along with the other ships assigned to the search group, have been patrolling this entire stretch of quadrant for over two months now. Two months. Nothing. No sign of the fragging ship.”

 

Savette knew that for Left Ear to blatantly show her emotions like this, the stress was starting to get to the brown furred Cait and that was not an easy thing to accomplish. The older gray feline and the middle aged brown feline cousins were both very much alike: duty minded, didn’t put up with any crap, and straight as an arrow. A notable difference was that Savette tended to be a bit more forward or sarcastic with her humor and manner, in a mild fashion.

 

She regarded MVess over the data feed. “Nothing at all? There has to be some record of what happened out there.”

 

“Other then the debris that was identified as what is left of the Gideon, nothing new has been turned up about the Agincourt and where it is they disappeared to. Frag it all Savette, I’m getting ready to start busting some heads in order to get a straight extrapolation on what really happened out here, rumors of wormholes that appear out of nowhere aside.”

 

The smoke gray Caitian lowered her voice so none of her colleuges at the Intel offices would overhear. “….there has been some speculation here at Intelligence that the enemy who engaged both the Gideon and the Agincourt may cause more headaches in the future, but we have no solid evidence other then random sightings in certain sectors, that may or may not be related.”

 

“It’s all speculation at this point - the only thing I care about is locating that missing ship. And between you and me, the only crewmember that I really care about is my godchild…”

 

“…I know that you know if nothing tangible is turned up out there within the next few weeks, Fleet command will call off the search and declare the Agincourt lost at sea.”

 

“…Yes. I know that…”