Star Trek Sim/RPG:The USS Eagle, NCC 2185
Commanding Officer, Starfleet Region Six
Title: The Eye of Evil, Part Eight
Location: Starfleet Region Six Head Quarters
Setting: Admiral Flayton's Office
Admiral Flayton is in his office at his large heavy desk, dozing off.
LT George enters Admiral Flayton's Office. He is almost relieved to find
the Admiral napping. It gave him a moment to prepare himself for the
inevitable reaction to the bad news he had to deliver. Taking a deep
breath, he choses to deliver the report in as direct and short a manner as
possible. "Admiral, we have lost a ship!"
"Lost?" the Admiral bellows. "How do you lose a ship?" The last vestiges
of slumber slough off his face.
"Unaccounted for, Admiral. The USS Eagle's transponder has disappeared
off all sensor grids and has failed to respond to any hails. Her last
known position was in the vicinity of Liarra Mishtosh. She does not
register on any scan and an anomaly has appeared in the area. The Black
Point has been dispatched to investigate. By Starfleet regulations,
we must list her as missing and presumed lost," the young man hastily explains.
"Eagle? The ship that was to pick up the spy and defector?" he asks after
a short pause.
"Yes, sir," the Lieutenant replies.
"Silverwolf? Is he safe?" Admiral Flayton asks using the code word and not
name for the spy.
"We do not believe so, sir. Last we know he was successfully picked up at
Liaarra Mishtosh as you arranged using the Eagle's BSP (Brief Stop for Personnel)
as cover," the Lieutenant says and braces himself stiffly for the response.
"[Profanities] We need that man! Pick him up, if possible. Divert any ship
in the Region. Maybe there is an escape pod? We have to get him before the
others," he warns.
"And the crew of the Eagle?" LT George asks perplexed that it seemed unimportant
to the Admiral even for appearances sake.
Admiral Flayton pauses for a second and says gruffly, "...Yes, them too."
"I have their last message, sir," George offers.
"Very well," Flayton says gruffly as the vein in his forehead begins to throb.
LT George plays the message. ( You can view here
http://usseagle2185.tripod.com/cap_log_20041129.htm) The Admiral looks up
after the message ends.
"Aliens? Romulans? Klingons? Orions? The whole galaxy would like to get their
hands on this man. Most for the intel and a few to make sure he never gets
the chance to tell anyone what he knows. What aliens?"
"I don't know sir. The Eagle's Captain did not name them. From the other
logs and his last message, they appear to be incorporeal life forms using
some unknown method to control the minds of the Eagle crew. Telepathic races
and those who have had telepathic experiences are most affected according
to the message."
"You mean Vulcans weren't immune for some unknown reason?" the Admiral asks,
"Yes, sir," he replies.
"By golly that's a first...First Contact?" he shifts tracks and jumps ahead.
"Do you think we are dealing with some new alien race?" the Admiral says,
waxing a bit thoughtful for a moment.
"I don't know, sir, but I think the probability is high," the Lieutenant
"Anything else?" the Admiral asks briskly, clearly wanting to do something
"No sir," the young man replies.
"OK. Get moving on that. Send and file the SIR (Serious Incident Report).
I have some important work and can't be disturbed," the Admiral orders.
"Yes, sir," the Lieutenant salutes and leaves.
The door shuts and locks automatically behind him.
OOC Note: Contrast with the story in progress with the Empress hearing the
Another update to this part of the storyline is planned.
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