BGEN Tigard CDR JoNs Rendezvous & Assist

[Kansas_Jones 0]

USS Washington Crossing

Romulan Neutral Zone, Starfleet Border Patrol Formation

 

“Sir.”

 

Commander K. Vacer JoNs glanced up from the map chart she was perusing and fixed her gaze on the communications officer. “Petty Officer?”

 

“Priority incoming, encrypted. Brigadier General Tigard.”

 

The Caitian paused. “Put the comm through to the briefing room…” She entered the small area just off the small command bridge as the priority channel visualized on the main viewer screen.

 

“Commander JoNs.” The strong, steady voice of Craig Tigard filled the room.

 

She nodded politely at his projected image. “General.”

 

“I’m pulling the Washington Crossing off the patrol.”

 

JoNs and her crew of thirty had deployed to assist the RNZ patrol after the Comanche Creek had been compromised by a lightning storm in space. It was a temporary assignment, not their usual as a commando team. The change in pace would be welcome.

 

“Sit rep?”

 

“USS Comanche Creek, short version: several crew were sickened, five casualties. Executive Officer is down. Several witnesses reported seeing a shadow being…” the Marine officer frowned, “I’ll forward the field reports.”

 

The feline flipped an ear back, but otherwise didn’t comment on the ghost thing and kept to the business at hand. “Orders?”

 

“Immediate scramble. Rendezvous with and assist the USS Comanche Creek. Her Science and Navigation personnel have a possible trace to a source, located within the Gygax system.”

 

“Gygax? I’m not familiar with that system, Sir.”

 

“It’s a small system, unclaimed, mostly unexplored and you’re going to have to haul to make up time; Calestorm is already heading like a bat out of hell towards it, Commander.”

 

“We’ll deploy out in thirty.”