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Shuttlebay - You Want An Anomaly? Here You Go...

Posted Feb. 23, 2021, 11:15 a.m. by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) (James Sinclair)

The bridge of the Leviathan was quiet in the early morning hours. The ship had dropped out of warp in order to allow for the arrival of the new RTF Commander. The name had been attached to the order, but the personnel file wasn’t. Instead, it simply said “Will be hand delivered.” So, as the ship drifted in space in the middle of nowhere, there wasn’t much going on.

It was several hours later that the comms system indicated an incoming hail. =/\= Leviathan, this is shuttle Dreamcatcher. Request permission to dock. =/\= While formal and professional, the voice of the shuttle pilot was… off… uneasy and nervous, to say the least. The comms officer noted the oddity with a slight furrowing of his brow. =/\= Dreamcatcher, this is Leviathan. Is everything okay? There is an… odd reverberation… in your signal. =/\= =/\= No, no, Leviathan, everything is fine. Just… been a long trip to meet you. Our passenger is… um… ready to disembark, is all. Are we cleared Leviathan? =/\= The comms officer looked at the Science station and gave them a quick nod. The Science officer began scanning the now visible shuttle… nothing appeared out of the norm. There were three life signs, as expected, and all systems appeared normal. The Scientist looked back and shrugged. The Comms officer gave them a look that said ‘Oh well, guess it’s nothing.’ and then said to the shuttle =/\= We have transponder lock, Dreamcatcher. You are cleared for arrival in Main Shuttle Bay. =/\= There was notable relief in the pilot’s voice when he said =/\= Understood. ETA two minutes. =/\=

Just under two minutes later the shuttle came through the force field seperating the bay from the vacuum of space and it settled gracefully to the deck. After shutting down it’s engines and post-flight checks were done, the hatch opened and a human male came out wearing the gold uniform of Engineering and Operations. He looked around to see if anyone was there and, spying the on-duty Security officer, waved frantically for them to come over and then went back inside. A moment later, another figure appeared… but it most certainly was not human… or any Federation species.

It stood almost seven feet tall and was encased head to toe in an intimidating and highly customized suit of armored material. Large metal bracers covered the forearms and lower legs; and a thick metal belt with a myriad of pouches encircled the waist. All of this was topped with a helmet that showed no indication of the face behind it, but the design was more than distinctive:

The figure was a Breen. And this Breen wore a red sash across it’s chest and left shoulder where the rank pin for a Starfleet Chief Warrant Officer was attached in plain view.

A long rifle was slung over one shoulder and a sidearm was holstered at the left hip. The rifle was unique, but to anyone with experience fighting the enemies of the Federation the sidearm was almost trademark for the species: a Type-3 Disrupter pistol, highly prized and utilized by such races as the Borg, Breen, Cardassians, Dominion, Ferengi, Gorn, Hirogen, Klingons, Remans, and of course Romulans. It was also highly illegal in Federation space.

As the individual stepped out, it carried two large black bags, on in each hand. The Security officer, who had halted mid-stride in his approach to the shuttle and whose hand had dropped unconsciously to his phaser, took in the sight and then just hit his commbadge and said =/\= Security to Shuttlebay. Backup requested immediately. =/\=

At the sound of the voice, the helmet whipped to look at him, and the figure began approaching.

Vonn, RTF


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