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OUR STAR TREK PBEM STORIES: NEW ARRIVALS
Title: New Arrivals
Location: USS Victory
Setting: CDR Alan Dulles' Quarters
Elsewhere about a century later...
CDR Alan Dulles beamed to his quarters where LT Peel was waiting for him. If
there was time, she would have yelled at him for cutting it too close.
There wasn't.
The younger Intelligence Officer wrapped up the loose ends to leave the Victory
and gave her superior and friend the countdown.
"Here," she said handing him a padd. "Your orders- for the next stop where you
take command." She hypoed him and continued the countdown to the next
transporter trip for him.
"Nine. You are Captain Nikolai Vetri Kamranov. New commanding officer," she
repeated.
The older veteran Intel officer stood straighter for his next billet and his
posture changed slightly to support his new role.
"Six. Pandora's Box. SI's latest big toy," she finished.
"Blocked memory available in... Three. Two. One," she said, counting down both
for the beam out and his memory returning. She hoped the memory would return. If
not she knew he could wing it for a while or indefinitely if he had the need.
They had worked together before many times and she had seen him adapt under much
harder circumstances.
Soundlessly, they both beamed off the USS Victory onto Pandora's Box.
The Officer-in-Charge of SI's latest experimental vessel, Pandora's Box, watched
as the last two Intel officers from the Victory arrived and joined the other
Intel members from the Victory in one of their transporter rooms.
He cleared his throat and addressed the Captain. "Welcome to Pandora's Box,
sir."
Captain Nikolai Vetri Kamranov took just a second to orient himself. "Thank you,
Commander," he replied. He stepped down and handed the OIC his padd. "I hereby
assume command of this vessel and all personnel and units attached thereto. Here
is a copy of my orders."
"Aye, aye, Captain," the OIC returned. "I will have the Officer of the Deck duly
note that fact into the ship's log. What are your orders?"
"All orders and directives in effect vhill remain so until such time as I have
had the opportunity to review them. Have the senior staff assemble in my ready
room in two hours," Captain Kamranov said with a barely noticeable Russian
accent.
"Thank you, sir. Anything else sir?" the OIC asked.
"No that vhill be it for now. Dismissed," the Captain said.
"Aye, sir," he said.
The OIC left Captain Nikolai Kamranov, LT Emma Peel and the others.
Sublieutenant Yunarra, the Vulcan liason officer, silently stepped away from her
back up position on the transporter controls.
"Thank you Sublieutenant," Captain Kamranov said.
"You are welcome," she replied, getting used to the odd Human custom to thank
people for doing what was expected.
"Next stop. My office, vhere I vhill read our new orders in detail and give you
assignments for the first days here," Captain Kamranov said.
Back in his new office were not only the orders but a copy of an odd
transmission that was received just as they boarded. The computer ascribed it as
natural phenomena including a comet but the bright young officer who was acting
chief communications officer had decided it was something much more than that...
