I Think We're Done For Now
E2 P1 Let's Take A Breath
Location: Starbase 249; Conference Room 4E
Timeline: MD09 || 1320
The hustle and bustle of a station like Starbase 249 never ceased to amaze him. As Captain Terax sat in one of the dining halls eating some stew the constant influx of people was nothing like that on a Galaxy class ship like the Magellan. While they were still busy fairly regularly, there had literally been hundreds of people in and out of this particular area.
It was pleasant though, made a refreshing change to his day. Much better than sitting in a conference room. It was nice to get some fresh air, for lack of a better term. And Commodore th'Chishria had told him the replicators in this specific hall had the best stew, which struck him as odd, given that all the replicators did basically the exact same thing. He took another spoon full. It really was delicious though.
He was reading through various crew fitness reports on his holo-PADD. Some crew had been transferred to other ships or facilities. Others, like his previous Number One, had been transferred to the station’s medical facilities. They were probably the most advanced in the sector, so it was the best place for them. He hoped they could return one day but time would tell.
An alert flashed across the top of his display. He was due back in the conference room in 10 minutes. He took another mouthful of the stew, it was really good, stood up and put PADD in his pocket. He grabbed his bowl, and walked toward the exit, popping it back in the replicator and pushing the recycle button.
The turbolifts were only a few steps walk away from the exit, and within thirty seconds he was in a turbolift on it’s way to his destination. He walked back into the room, which for the better part of the last 36 hours, were basically his home. He had gotten about 6 hours of sleep, which was adequate, but he could sense himself getting a little agitated. Starfleet Intelligence had all the data they had collected, so it never made sense to him why they would spend the time talking over the same data when his answers would match.
Then again this was why he commanded a Starship and left the intelligence gathering to the intelligence officers. Vice Admiral Keira Desai seemed pleasant enough, but you could never tell what was an act with these intelligence types. Even more so with Admiral Desai. There aren’t many department heads who would travel to do a debrief personally. That’s why he knew whatever the Magellan had stumbled on had to be a big deal.
He sat back in what he had previously deemed the most comfortable chair, though, in reality, they were all identical chairs. He tapped the desk replicator and replicated a raktajino. He needed the extra kick to keep him awake, something his usual jestral tea just didn’t give him when he was this tired. He had also eaten a small lunch, a bowl of ratamba stew, which hit the spot perfectly. He had skipped breakfast, thinking that he would have finished by lunch. That was a mistake. Having spent 0700-2300 yesterday in this room for debriefing, he didn’t expect it to be another sixteen-hour day. The moral of the story, he thought to himself was never skip a meal again. He let out a small chuckle, as he took another sip of his coffee.
The doors opened and Admiral Desai walked in followed by her aide-ae-camp, Commander Tebb Sevat who, for a Bolian, was surprisingly quiet, and remained quite stoic throughout the entire debriefing so far.
“Did you have anything nice for lunch, Captain?” The Admiral asked first, while he was mid-sip of his coffee, which he noted was almost half empty already.
“I did, a ratamba stew from one of the public dining halls in the habitat ring. Apparently, the replicators there make the best stew, and I have to say I agree. It was delicious. And yourself?”
“Just to my quarters. Well, I say quarters. It’s basically the office where I sleep. But I had a Cobb salad. Mr Sevat here had Bolian tomato soup. He does like to live on the edge.” She replied with a smile directed at the man, whose phase remained as stoic as a Vulcan.
“Nothing wrong with enjoying what you enjoy. I imagine you enjoy your ‘cobbs’.” He replied, having no idea what a cobb was. Sounded like a type of fruit. “Are we picking up where we left off?” He asked as the other two officers returned to their seats opposite him, who nodded in reply.“
“Yes please, Captain.” The Admiral replied. “Looking through the dates, it looks like we are almost done, Captain. Stardate 65309.24.”
Pulling out his PADD, he placed it on the table, activated the console mode, and pulled up the relevant information for that stardate. “My ex-oh, who was at the time pulling double duty as Chief Operations, devised a way with the Chief Engineer to allow us to enter the gravimetric anomaly.”
“This one was the largest one you encountered so far, yes?” The Admiral asked as she took some notes.
“Yes,” Terax nodded in reply. “Captain Yorke had left me some intel reports that suggested that some of the anomalies were artificial in nature, and it’s my opinion that we confirmed this. From the scans we took inside the anomaly the we-ooh-kai had some sort of gravimetric generators all synchronised up and generating the anomaly. Essentially they have managed to harness them as a sort of cloaking field.”
“Which would cause more alarm, but…” Desai interjected
“Outside of areas with naturally existing gravimetric anomalies, it’s useless.” Terax finished, with Desai nodding in agreement, as she took some notes on her own PADD. “They adapted to the Expanse, but outside of the Expanse, their ships have no form of cloaking ability. We don’t know precisely how they work internally, but we surmised that they could generate their own anomalies, but again, easy to spot almost everywhere else. So it would be essentially useless to anyone but them.
“Agreed, though it’s still worth looking into. So once inside the anomaly, you discovered a Tzenkethi, no, wait…” she stopped herself, scrolling through her notes. “A we-ooh-kai shipyard, enhanced and expanded by the Tzenkethi, correct?”
“Yes. There core modules of the facilities, including the various generators looked like Wi-u-Kai technology, but a lot of the actual shipbuilding equipment looked Tzenkethi in origin. They look like they could churn out ships faster than we could.” A moment of sadness flickered over him, thinking about Mars. He cleared his throat. “They appear to be able to push out ships quickly, and the Tzenkethi seem to have helped them be able to that even quicker. Our initial scans showed around 300 completed ships, with plenty more still under construction, numerous stations and drydocks, and as previously mentioned, the gravimetric generators.” He stopped and took a sip of his drink. “It was after some of the ships moved to intercept us, around fifty smaller ships, some of the ships being constructed, and various smaller vessels akin to our fighters. Our weapons would have been more than a match for a handful, but…”
“Death by 1000 cuts.” The Admiral replied. “It was then you were contacted by the Wi’u’Kai and Tzenkethi representatives, yes?”
“Yes. The Wi’u’Kai wanted us destroyed, and they could have done it with the number of ships at their disposal. But the Tzenkethi wouldn’t allow it. Numbers-wise, the Tzenkethi were just a small handful, but they definitely still have some power over the Wi’u’Kai. But, as you have seen from the communication logs, we were allowed to leave.”
“What do you think would have happened had the Tzenkethi not been there?” The Admiral asked.
“I genuinely believe that the ship and its occupants would have either been held prisoner or destroyed. There’s no question about it. The Tzenkethi aren’t known for their friendships, but they are pretty pragmatic. If they wanted to destroy or capture the ship we wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation.”
“What happened after you left the anomaly?”
“We made best speed for Starbase 249 and began trying to transmit out reports to Starfleet Command. Once the reports got through, you contacted us, and here we are.” He gestured around the room. He took another drink and finished the cup. He suspected the briefing would be over soon and had already planned to have a sleep after is. Though after however many raktajinos, he had no idea how that was going to happen.
“I think we’re done for now Captain. You don’t have any new missions assigned to you so, for now, the Magellan is considered R&R, but please keep yourself and your senior staff available.” The Admiral informed Terax.
“Aye, Sir. I’ll probably remain on board Magellan for the time being anyway. Got some catching up of things to do.”
“If there’s nothing else?” The Admiral asked Terax, who shook his head in return. “Dismissed, Captain.”