Investigations

Posted on 21 Apr 2016 @ 3:15am by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Greg Mitchell
Edited on on 19 May 2016 @ 12:15am

940 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 11 - Divinum Mundi
Location: USS Galileo - Gym/Crew Quarters
Timeline: MD-01; 13:15 hours

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Greg was drenched in sweat after a hard day's workout. He tried to get back to sleep after his nightmare, but had trouble and became restless. Around 06:00, he got up, ate, took a walk around the ship to get his mind off of the issue, then finally settled on going to the gym. After working on cardio and weights for a couple of hours, he finished his day on the punching bag.

He made good effort of hitting twice with his left hand, then laying a massive punch with his dominate right. Then he jumped back a few steps as the bag swung back. He repeated the process as needed. He had hoped the gym would get things off of his mind. But the visions kept getting into his head. The Marines. The mining vessel. The explosion. Why was he even remembering this? He was never there.

He punched the bag a few more times, then stopped, resting his head on the bag. After wiping sweat off of his head with a towel, he left the room and headed back to his quarters for a quick shower. All the way, his mind still focused on what had happened.

I know this mission....well, I know OF this mission. But what was it about? Romulans. Duh. But why dream about them? You know how back stabbing they can be. What about...., his thoughts trailed as he returned to his quarters on deck six. His roomate appeared to be out, so he took the time to get a shower.

"Computer. Bring up LCARS inquiry." He ordered.

"PLEASE STATE THE NATURE OF YOUR REQUEST." it asked.

"I want to bring up non classified mission information. Location: Arus 4. Ship: USS Eagle Eye. Stardate......uh, stardate.....damn. It was January 4th, 2389." Greg ordered.

"WORKING........INFORMATION AQUIRED. USS EAGLE EYE, REGISTRATION: NCC-64421. MISSION: INVESTIGATION OF DISTRESS BEACON ON ARUS 4.".

"Put it on audio for me. Read me the status of the mission and the investigations to follow." Greg ordered. He stripped out of his workout clothes and hopped in the shower. It felt good on his aching muscles, and helped to relax him from the restless night sleep.

The computer read on: "STARDATE:66009.37. USS EAGLE EYE, AKIRA CLASS STARSHIP, ORDERED TO RESPOND TO DISTRESS BEACON FROM ICE COVERED PLANET ARUS 4. STARFLEET ADVISES CAUTION. DISTRESS BEACON CONFIRMED TO BE ROMULAN MINING VESSEL. STARFLEET COMMAND AND REMNANT OF ROMULAN GOVERNMENT SUGGEST POSSIBLE SITING OF MISSING MINING VESSEL NARADA.

"USS EAGLE EYE RESPONDS IMMEDIATELY. ROMULAN VESSEL LOCATED ON SURFACE AT 10:10 HOURS. DUE TO NATURE OF VESSEL, FEDERATION MARINE UNITS DISPATCHED AHEAD OF RESCUE CREW TO SECURE AREA. MARINE ORDERS: SECURE VESSEL, LOCATE SURVIVORS, IDENTIFY VESSEL FROM SHIP COMPUTER. MARINES SUCCEED IN IDENTIFYING VESSEL AS: MAXIMUS. EAGLE EYE LOCATES LIFE FORMS IN HANGAR VIA DEEP SCAN OF THE VESSEL.

"LIFE FORM LOCATED BY MARINES. LIFE FORM IDENTIFIED AS ROMULAN MEDICAL TEAMS REQUESTED. MARINES ATTEMPT TO SECURE ROMULAN SURVIVOR. MARINE IDENTIFIED AS CORPORAL JOHN F. WELSH IDENTIFIES FOREIGN OBJECT NEAR SURVIVOR. AT 10:40 HOURS, EXPLOSION IS IDENTIFIED DESTROYING MOST OF THE SHIP. CONTACT LOST WITH MARINES."

Greg froze as the mission was read. It was exactly like he remembered it. Like what he ran into on the Ohio, there appeared to be a Romulan extremist in the group. He shut off the shower, stepped out and grabbed a towel. "Any survivors?"

"NEGATIVE. ALL LIFE SIGNS INCLUDING THOSE OF THE MARINES AND POSSIBLE SURVIVORS WERE ELIMINATED IN THE EXPLOSION. USS EAGLE EYE SENDS RESCUE TEAM. NO BODIES FOUND. MISSION LOGGED. STARFLEET INTERROGATION OF ROMULAN COMMAND SHOWS NO CONNECTION WITH EVENTS ON THE VESSEL. THREE DAYS AFTER INCIDENT, ROMULAN EXTREMIST GROUP, GOLDEN TALON, ASSUMES RESPONSIBILITY FOR BLAST."

Greg finished drying and put on his uniform. In a few hours, he had to meet to be security for a science meet and greet. Something he didn't have to personal of an interest in, but it gave him something to do. "Golden Talon. That sounds familiar. Any relation to the vents on the USS Ohio?"

"AFFIRMATIVE. GOLDEN TALON TOOK RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEFT OF ROMULAN WARBIRD, AMBUSH OF HOSPITAL VESSELS IN NEUTRAL ZONE, AND AMBUSH ABOARD USS OHIO. TALON EXTREMISTS ARE NOW BEING CONSIDERED LISTED AS HIGH PRIORITY TERRORISM GROUP WITHIN FEDERATION MEMBERS. ANY AND ALL IDENTIFIED TERRORISTS ARE TO BE TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE".

"Damn it....." Greg mumbled as he pulled his uniform on. "Anyone where we are going?"

"IDENTIFICATION OF INDIVIDUAL CELLS LOCATIONS IMPOSSIBLE. GROUP IS TOO FAR SPREAD OUT.".

"Keep the ship computers posted if anything pops up. I don't want...." He hesitated as he took a breath. "I don't want any issues aboard this vessel. Keep Lieutenant Benice updated if she asks, and put the group on her watch list if it isn't already" He combed his hair and put on his boots. "Though I'm sure it is. As ship security chief, she has to be way ahead of me. Thank you computer, you were helpful for once."

"SHIPS COMPUTER IS CAPABLE OF SOLVING....", the computer attempted to defend itself against Greg's comment.

"Oh take a compliment and let it go." Greg rolled his eyes. "Welp, gotta go to work. See ya later!", he replied as he stepped out the door. His joke covered his true emotion. He was worried. The Romulans could very well attack this ship if they wished, and that is something he could not allow. He couldn't let this happen again. Not again.......

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CWO2 Greg Mitchell,
Security Officer,
USS Galileo

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