200 Years In a Future

[Crash Calestorm 0]

The following log takes place sometime during the 8 Hour TBS, after Colonel Marx has been introduced to Captain Calestorm…

 

USS Comanche Creek NCC-214

Captains Ready Room

Encrypted Comm Charlie-New Topeka CNT01

 

“Ya want my professional opinion or my personal opinion?”

 

“Saints and Ministers of Grace defend us*. Of course I’d like to hear both opinions, my dearest Captain.” The sarcasm in Admiral Coyote’s voice was offset by her slight smile.

 

“Professionally, judging by his reaction to being two hundred years in his future? Colonel Marx’ll find his own way well enough with Starfleet or a private contractor. If he decides to enlist - or is that reenlist? I’m not quite sure how that would work with a two hundred year old Colonel - in the Fleet or go private sector.”

 

“Personally, I didn’t get any weird vibes and I’m guessing Colonel Marx won’t go postal,” Crash waggled her hands in the air to illustrate her point, “so I’m hoping he continues to take things in stride.”

 

“And his crew?” The Admirals expression was appropriately concerned.

 

“I straight told him their cryo-tubes didn’t hold up as well as his. Marx is a smart man and he put two and two together.”

 

“And as to reviving the crew…”

 

“They’ve passed on and it ain’t right to mess with ‘em. We have them in cold storage in a designated bay and my standing orders are to leave ‘em the Hell alone. I’ll address the issue again with the CMO but I don’t plan on changing my mind.”

 

Coyote nodded, the gesture quick and precise. “It’s your call Crash. What’s the plan from this moment forward?

 

“We’ll be remaining here in the outer grid of The Rim territory for a couple more days and then tow the Bounty to Harrington base; the Engineering teams are pretty sure she’s stable enough. Once we dock at Harrington, Colonel Marx will be debriefed while GREGS* personnel handle the task of locating next of kin for the Bounty crew.”

 

The ship’s captain paused and then continued speaking. “…Shauna, we wanted to be in on the hunt for that SOB, but I’ll admit it was my decision that the UNSS Bounty was more important. How goes the hunt for Tavington?”

 

A satisfied smirk played on Coyotes features. “Forty Two is making life difficult for the Dragoon faction; I don’t think those pirates expected the attention of a joint Starfleet and independent civilian Task Force.” The raven haired senior officer shook her head in admiration. “Once Commodore Decker gets on a scent it’s hard to get him off of it, I’ll say that for him. I’ll brief you went I know more.”

 

Crash just smiled, showing all teeth. “I wouldn’t want to be in Tavington’s boots about now. Not many take kindly to traitors, as Admiral Marcus* found out.”

 

“Safe travels Crash.”

 

“Wilco, Wile E. Comanche Creek out…”

 

*Hamlet, Act One Scene 4

*SFGREGS (Starfleet Graves Registration Services)

*Starfleet Commander in Chief (Star Trek: Into Darkness 2013)