Mission Briefing

[Joe Manning 0]

Date: September 1st, 2389

Time: 1525 hours

Location: Cepheus Gamma system

Status: non-alert, cloak active

 

"Patrol still ongoing, Commander," the Bekk at the flight station reported. "Maintaining a distance of 50 million kilometers from the Cepheus Gamma star."

 

"Sensors sweeping out in all directions!" the External Ops officer took the initiative to loudly announce. "As Lieutenant Sargh ordered!"

 

"Right," Commander Mench crossed from the door to his chair, looking around the stations. All Klingons this shift -- a rare occurence these days. Something about it made him uncomfortable. He preferred having non-Klingons within earshot of any Klingon gathering at all times. Sure, the Klingons put him in the Commander's chair, but he was no less wary of any attempt to pull him out of it ... possibly in two pieces.

 

He pulled up the sleeve of his uniform tunic (which the Klingons insisted he wear when joined the crew) to look at his chronometer. Almost time. He'd briefed the Lieutenants a few hours ago. He didn't give them all the details of Gular's job (one thing at a time, he figured), but he stressed the importance of the package that needed to be picked up from Cepheus Gamma. The package was the first step.

 

"Commander!" the eager ExOps officer again shouted. "Long range sensors show a vessel approaching the system!"

 

"Good," Mench said. "Just the one?"

 

"Thus far, Commander!" the Klingon replied. "It appears to be a medium sized cargo transport, standard Federation configuration! At its present speed, it will enter the system in ... 25 minutes!"

 

Mench looked over at the Internal Ops officer. "Get the Lieutenants up here. And get the raid squads ready."

 

A red crate with black Klingon runes. Everything else on the transport they could do with as they pleased, but they had to secure the crate.