Posted Dec. 2, 2020, 4:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Fey Kastil (Chief Medical Officer - Outgoing) (Brian Armstrong)
A boring uneventful day on the bridge is interrupted by the COMMS officer, “Captain, a secure transmission has arrived from Admiral Roebuck in your Ready Room.” These messages were not always a good sign, but it was something to do.
The message opened with the Admiral’s face looking as drained and exhausted as usual, hidden behind the facade of professionalism. “Captain, I hate to bother you with work during the holiday season, but we have an interesting issue that needs your attention. The USS Holland was mid celebration when sections of their ship were suddenly replaced with random chunks of atmosphere, animals, and technology. According to scans, these sections were always nine cubic meters in size and tend to be near the reclamation system. We’re still not 100% sure of the source, but that’s where you and your ship come in. We need you to find this thing and contain it so it doesn’t end up in the hands of another hapless ship that gets turned into swiss cheese.”
A file attachment blinks onto the screen, showing the last recorded log from the Captain’s escape pod as it’s being launched. “Captain’s Log, Stardate 2396120.1, we were celebrating as per recommendation by our Counselor to help the younger ensigns feel more at home when a sensor warning went off revealing an unusual gravimetric distortion pattern within a cubic section. After a mere three seconds, that section was suddenly replaced with strange trees that came from a planet with an ammonia-based atmosphere. Our science team managed to collect a sample and load it into our computer when a section of the warp core was suddenly replaced with a massive section of alien flesh and about ninety gallons of water. Within six hours, more than fifteen sections of the ship had been replaced with seemingly random sections of random environments or creatures. We lost a few security officers to the arrival of giant spiders, in all honesty, I’d rather deal with the Borg at this point. At least they make sense. Once environmental controls were replaced with ferrite, I ordered the crew to abandon ship, the pods were aimed toward a nearby M-Class, this log will have the coordinates logged in. Please send help with caution.”
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