Dare the Impossible (Part 5 of 5)

Posted on 25 Jul 2024 @ 4:31pm by Commander Morgan Tarin & Commander (La) Kuran & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant JG Rafe Caradec & Lieutenant JG Saelihn Valenis & Lieutenant JG Montgomery Vala & Ensign Mimi & Ensign S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor & Petty Officer 2nd Class Donald Andrews & Commander (La) Torn & Master Chief Petty Officer Toren Vral
Edited on on 25 Jul 2024 @ 4:31pm

5,009 words; about a 25 minute read

Mission: Episode 19 - Tomorrow's Galileo
Location: Pleiades Cluster, Sector 189, Block 02
Timeline: MD 06, 1925 hrs

Previously, on Dare the Impossible (Part 4)...

At the Tactical console, Torn turned to look at the Captain. The hair of his pony tail, the only hair on the Klingon officer's head, swung quickly with his movement. His one good eye sought out his Commanding Officer, before giving his report. "A direct hit!" He called out. "Their weapons and engines are destroyed, and they have no power! They are no threat!"

"Those Ha'DIbaH will never find the gates of Sto-vo-kor..." Kuran lifted his chin with pride at his vessel's first tactical victory against a worthy opponent from this time period. But combat was fluid and such accomplishments were often fleeting. "Range to the next target?" he barked.

"The other ship has turned this way." Came Torn's reply as he watched the sensors of his console. "It is a Vor'cha class battleship. Distance, 50 kilogams. They will be in firing range in 35 seconds!"

Kuran's features scrutinized the current tactical situation and his eyes narrowed. Time. The enemy of all and never discerning. "Contact Galileo immediately. It is time they know of these other 'Klingons' treachery."

And Now, the Conclusion...

[ON]

USS Galileo-A - Deck 1, Bridge

A tightly coiled rope of anxiety suddenly untied itself within Tarin's stomach. She momentarily closed her eyes and took several deep breaths after watching Praxis' display of raw firepower and textbook ambush maneuvering. A sensation of relief that her ship was no longer alone in this future brought a sense of comfort, and Galileo's fortunes for completing her mission had just slightly improved from impossible to most improbable.

"The Praxis is hailing us Captain." Mimi announced, the new console she was working from flickered temperamentally. "I cannot guarantee I can keep the channel open." She opened the comms channel and tried to bring the viewscreen online.

"Praxis?" Allyndra said out loud. She stood rooted to the spot, blinking hard as she tried to register that perhaps their death was perhaps not quite so imminent.

Vala simply stared at his console, having watched the events of the past minute or so unfold in the pure code of the secondary sensors. He didn't have much mental capacity left to process the revelation.

Toren, on the other hand, mustered a smile. Allies appearing at the bitter end to save the day was something he never grew tired of witnessing.

Saelihn had known it was the Praxis since announcing it as it came into view and destroyed the Vor'cha. She was happy but bleeding, a strange sensation. "Vor'cha vessel has been disabled by the Praxis." She reported. "They appear to be bearing down on the other Klingon vessel now."

The main viewer flickered to display a new static-torn image. Even through the network interference, the dark yellow-hued background of a Klingon warship bridge was unmistakable and there appeared to be a large familiar face within the center of the image. Visual distortions momentarily subsided and Kuran's distinctive features now clearly came across in full view to the Starfleet bridge crew.

"Galileo," he gruffly stated with little time to waste for formalities, "I...apologize for our delay. Our expedition took us across the sector to the nearest Klingon subspace relay station. The investigation proved warranted...for it was not a Klingon facility, but instead of Romulan design and operated by their officers!" An expression of pure anger mixed with disgust graced Kuran's eyes and mouth while he balled his fists then flexed them open again, their targ-leather fabric creaking as it expanded then shrunk across his large knuckles. "We captured several of them and learned through interrogation that these Klingons of this time have been exploited by their High Council with promises of vast resources and new worlds to conquer once the Federation is defeated. All of this in exchange for 'exchanging' the Empire's colonies near the Neutral Zone. Chi'Dan, Narendra, Khitomer, Memp'A...even Rura Penthe. Our most prized worlds and production centers!" Kuran slammed his fist against his command chair's armrest at the vile thought of such betrayal.

"I interrogated the Romulan cowards myself." Torn stepped up, joining Kuran in their view. Though he seemed calm, the contempt in his voice was clearly evident. "What the captain says is true."

Across the screen, Commander Tarin listened to the tale of duplicity within both empires. Long had the Romulans been a covert, calculated and opportunistic people - masters of manipulation whenever the need arose, a craft honed by their own internal political structure. And the Klingon lust for expansion, conquest and battle ran to the very core of their people, especially if old grudges against the Federation had been rekindled.

"Then the Cold Station 31 research files which were leaked..." the Starfleet captain began to ponder aloud.

"An excuse for war. A political justification within both the Romulan and Klingon empires," Kuran finished her train of thought in his deep bass-filled voice. "A common enemy to fight concealing covert technology to be used to strike first against any who would refuse to assimilate into the Federation."

Tarin reached up and rubbed her forehead with renewed frustration. Such conspiracy theories were ludicrous yet often effective at disseminating propaganda. Whether or not it was a lie had eventually become irrelevant in this future; only the perception of truth and the desire to believe in the iniquity of one's enemy ultimately mattered. "Captain Kuran, we must return back to our time and ensure Starfleet de-classifies the cold station research records. We must remove this false casus belli through transparency...a mistake I previously made." She glanced down to her station's tactical console situated between her and the first officer's seat to verify their position. "There's a temporal portal awaiting us approximately 60-thousand kilometers to starboard, bearing 209 mark 10. But our impulse engine is disabled. Will you help us?"

"Those Romulan cowards have been worming their way into the Empire!" Torn spoke up again. If it wasn't clear before, it was certainly made clear by the sudden look of utter disgust on his face that he was more than a little upset by their findings. "The High Council's new Chancelor, Roknor of the House of G'logh has no honor! That dog has been committing treason against the Empire, selling the Klingons out like pieces of targ meat!"

The Klingon captain considered both his first officer's perspective as well as the options now presented to both of their vessels: send the Starfleet science ship back through time to undo their 'mistake' and possibly irrevocably alter both past, present and future...or eventually die here in glorious battle in a future where the Klingon Empire was a mere vassal of the Romulan Star Empire. To Kuran, there was no decision to make. No Romulan sympathizer or politician would ever hold a seat on the High Council again, even if that meant empowering the Federation's conceit. "I will assist," he agreed with a slow nod. "We are not allies but neither are you my enemy. It requires courage to admit one's own failure. To duty and honor, Commander Tarin. 'We know what we are, but know not what we may be'." A smirk of respect followed the Shakespearean quote spoken in Klingon and was the final image of Kuran before the main viewscreen blinked and the comm channel terminated.

Saelihn had always liked Klingons. They always gave off the gruff and stoic persona but she knew deep down at least one of their hearts was soft and squishy enough to show compassion. She was also grateful for their help, even if she wasn't sure how going through another temporal anomaly would affect her. Would she feel different again going back to her own time, or would it be like slipping on a pair of comfortable shoes?

It was difficult to know whether he felt a measure of relief at having the support of the Klingons. Vala recalled their hubris and ignorance in launching the salvo of torpedoes against the temporal anomaly back when this has all started. They'd damaged the B and ultimately delayed their return to their own time. His mind, Sera's mind... that of several others... They might have benefitted from less time in the future.

Rafe, eternally grateful for Klingons, used the maneuvering thrusters to align their trajectory towards the temporal anomaly.

Allyndra let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding as the information registered. The closeness of the ship's passing did not bother her, she was a water dancer and could judge distance.

The warship Praxis momentarily maneuvered through space away from Galileo then came about on a near-collision course before passing just above the small Nova-class. A shimmering green cone composed of attenuated linear graviton particles suddenly projected from beneath the Klingon battlecruiser, enveloped the comparatively tiny science vessel then began to drag it at low impulse toward the rippling temporal portal in the near distance.

Within Galileo, the ship lurched when the Klingon tractor beam locked on to the ship and the subsequent ride was anything but pleasant. Persistent tremors shook the deck plating resulting from the inertial damping field's attempt to compensate for the foreign manner of propulsion. A structural integrity field caution blared from the aft Operations and Engineering alcove due to increased stresses on the already-compromised hull.

"All hands," Allyndra called out, pressing her comm badge. "Prepare for tractor beam and movement." In her thoughts, she hoped the Klingons would try in some way to be gentle, considering the damage to the ship.

Alarms blared from multiple consoles around the bridge as the Praxis' tractor beam engulfed the Galileo, the worst was at Mimi's station. "Gravimetric stress on the hull is climbing fast Captain." She reported while trying to steal as much power as she could find for the SIF system. "Structural integrity is at 50% and falling, the Praxis will rip the ship apart if she goes any faster."

"I may be able to help with that", Rafe said as his fingers were already moving across the blood-stained NAV console. "All rear thrusters that are working are now at full, Captain." It didn't completely relieve the stresses the ship were under, but it did help reduce the rate of increase of the stress on the hull. "We're picking up speed. Temporal anomaly only 20 thousand meters ahead."

Vala watched the raw data dance and mingle with the creeping cracks of his console. Sliding in and out of vision. It had a certain... artistry to it. Something to appreciate in the small moments they had left. After a few moments of staring he realised he was meant to be interpreting the data. Trajectories. Angles. Headings. Yes.

"T-temporal tear t-twenty seconds."

As she watched the Praxis come in, like a knight on a white horse coming to save the day, her console began to light up. Saelihn had almost forgotten they were still in danger but the hairs on the back of her neck wouldn't let her quite forget... even if they had been up the entire time they'd been in the future. "Captain, second Vor'cha is entering attack range. We need to get to that anomaly soon!" she didn't need to say with no shields they were essentially as easy to destroy as wet paper.


USS Galileo-A - Enroute to Deck 2, Impulse Fusion Reactor Assembly

Sera was completely silent as they made their way--at a water-bloated lizard's pace--up the laddering towards Deck 2. Their way had been blocked up the main shaft at Deck 4 due to hull breach damage so they had been forced to take a detour. She wasn't even sure what exactly she was doing anymore. Galileo was dead...

"Long live Galileo." Sera finished aloud.

The CMO's voice suddenly filled the Jefferies tube as her message was amplified x 2.

"All hands, prepare for tractor beam and movement."

Sera stopped and looked down at Andrews. "I would ensure you have a firm hold on the ladder, Petty Officer. Inertial dampeners are non-functional. It is a long way down."

"My luck has been good this time, I'll be fine." Donald said with a slight chuckle as he looped his arm around the rung of the ladder and clasped his hands tightly together.

But luck was circumstantial at best and cruel in its purest form. The ship suddenly lurched again under the Klingon tractor beam's tow, and the inertial effects cascaded deep throughout the Nova-class' spaceframe. The Jefferies tube ladder both yellow-collared engineers were currently climbing violently shook and threatened to dislodge one of its occupants.

Sera had a strong enough grip on the ladder rung but her body positioning was less than ideal. Off-center on the ladder when the turbulence tore through the ship, her boots slipped off the rung and Sera was slammed backwards against the bulkhead violently, stunned by the blow.

It had all caught up with her. Unable to fight through getting knocked senseless given exhaustion and worsening mental state, Sera's grip faltered and she dropped past Petty Officer Andrews. The Vulcan woman's scream reverberated in the Jeffries tube as she plummeted two decks down to the junction. It was suddenly silenced as the sound of her impact on the grating below thundered up the jeffries tube where Andrews held on for dear life.

Just about managing to hold on as the ship jolted Donald gripped the rail as tightly as he could. Looking up when he heard the sound of starfleet issue boots slipping against durasteel steps he saw Sera plummeting towards him. With only a moment to react he spread himself out as much as possible and braced his back against the bulkhead hoping to catch the incoming Vulcan.

The impact of Sera's body buckled his arms grip on the ladder but his well braced legs kept him from joining her in the fall, her body bounced off of his and unable to grab a hold of her with numb arms he watched as she continued to fall landing in a heap 2 decks down. "S***" Shaking out his arms for a second he started a controlled slide down the ladder towards her. "Sera, are you still with me?" he called out as he got closer.

The fall hadn't killed her, but how she wished it had. Everything hurt. Sera's world was pain. Her ability to subsume any of it was not sufficient to the task. A voice. Her name. Someone was calling her name.

Gods, she was so tired. Sera knew that if she shut her eyes she would finally get to sleep. Her eyelids fluttered as she battled against unconsciousness. Trying to respond, Sera found that speaking had suddenly become quite a challenging task, and only succeeded in making an inarticulate sound.

Reaching the bottom of the ladder Donald checked Sera over as best he could, it didn't look good. "Come on stay awake, I already lost John I don't want to lose another engineer, can't fix the ship all by myself." he said as he took hold of her uniform jacket and slowly began to drag the Vulcan woman down the tube towards the nearest exit.


IKS Praxis

"The other Vor'cha battlecruiser is charging weapons!" Torn said from his console as the other ship maneuvered closer. "They are flanking to starboard, and targeting the Galileo's bridge!"

"Extend our shields around the Starfleet vessel and reinforce the starboard quadrant!" barked Kuran with an immediate sense of urgency. Despite being dishonorable and traitorous baktag, his own people from this time remained competent warriors. A head-to-head engagement with Praxis would have presented the brunt of his battlecruiser's weaponry against the opposing captain, and by instead attacking from the flank, the Vor'cha-class had maneuvered to maximize its own firepower while minimizing that of Kuran's warship. And with the small science starship in tow toward the anomaly, Praxis was unable to counter-maneuver.

"Shields extended, and reinforced!" Torn called out as he followed Kuran's orders.

The parent-child starship duo of Praxis and Galileo continued to advance on a direct course toward the stabilized temporal anomaly just ahead. Slow and steady they proceeded while the hunter green Vor'cha initiated its attack run. A barrage of disruptor bolt fire erupted from the ship's forward weapons banks and was accompanied by two direct-beam pulses and heavy disruptor cannon ordinance from the enemy heavy cruiser's frontal prongs.

The local darkness of space lit up like a neon green pulsar when Klingon weapons fire collided against Klingon shields, resulting in bright flares and shimmers from the protective deflectors and a continuing onslaught of armaments. The Vor'cha-class' weapons' burst overwhelmed Praxis' starboard shield grids and punched through, and a subsequent volley tore into the D-8-class' lateral nacelle pylon and blew it clean off with a bright explosion. The amputated warp coil housing tumbled away out into space while flaming and flickering as its cherry-red Bussard collector went dark.

Within the bridge of Praxis, conduit and console explosions rocked the interior of the command chamber and turned it into a smokey and tumultuous atmosphere. Several Klingon bridge officers lay motionless on the deck plating which lurched and groaned while the battlecruiser began to list to port.

"Damage report!" bellowed Kuran atop the cacophony of wounded warriors' cries, exposed and sparking energy conduits, and simmering electrical fires which were beginning to brew along one side of the forward helm station.

"The hull has been compromised!" yelled back one of the engineering officers. "We have lost the starboard nacelle and are venting warp plasma! Primary power is offline...attempting to transfer to auxiliary!"

The conn officer was the next to report to his captain, "Navigational control is offline...inertial dampers are beginning to compensate..."

"We have severe battle damage!" Torn called out. "Our shields are failing, hull integrity is down to 67%, and the tractor beam is offline!"


USS Galileo-A

The Nova-class suddenly lurched again when it was unceremoniously released from the grip of the Klingon tractor beam. The science ship continued to coast toward the anomaly solely on inertia, but it had been pulled slightly out of alignment to the temporal portal's epicenter. On the main viewscreen, an image of the mighty D8-class slowly listing with substantial battle damage was a sobering reality the Starfleet crew now faced.

"Captain the Praxis has taken damage from the Vor'cha." Saelihn watched as the tractor beam flickered trying to maintain like a small ship fighting a large wave but ultimately it was no good as it's beam lost all light and power, fading away into the nothingness of space. "Their tractor beam has released us... it appears to be offline." she reported. "We're on our own."

Allyndra held onto the counter next to Rafe. "Thrusters, take us 3 degrees to starboard. Trust me, I am a water dancer. While no wind and waves here, it is not much different. Then fire rear thrusters for as long as they will go. Any boost to speed up the journey is needed."

"Aye, Commander!", Rafe replied, get his money's worth out of every thruster under his command! The ship started a slow response towards starboard, as it had to compensate for the port momentum, then, a little faster as he fired the rear thrusters. "I'm giving it all she's got, Commander!"

The web of cracks and data was so beautiful. Vala's jaw hung slightly slack as he watched it unfold, scrolling and shifting as the screen of the console barely remained intact. Then a sharp pain. His head still hurt from hitting the console... Yes. Pain. Lucidity. More interpretation to do!

"F-fifteen seconds s-s-sir."


IKS Praxis

Large red and white flames licked against the sides of the battlecruiser's trapezoidal viewscreen while growing with intensity and filling the air within the bridge with thick smoke. The frantic calls from below decks had mostly abated while damage control teams finally arrived at their designated stations, and finally the ship began to right itself in space.

"Navigational control restored!" barked the conn officer who'd diligently been rerouting several command subroutines to re-initialize the vessel's helm controls.

Kuran's chair swiveled from the weapons control alcove and back toward the front of the command chamber. "Tactical analysis!"

"The Federation ship is heading toward the anomaly!" Torn called out, just giving quick information, before he continued. "The battlecruiser is charging weapons, and coming around again! They're preparing to attack the Galileo!"

Kuran's severe dark brown eyes glanced over to his private command console and to the still-flashing red operational displays of his warships' systems. Shields were failing, structural integrity was compromised and many weapons banks were offline. As the situation had seemingly unfolded, there was now little Praxis could do to deter the enemy heavy cruiser from annihilating the fragile Starfleet vessel. Yet, the battle was not over, for a true Klingon warrior never accepted defeat.

Pounding a heavy fist of resignation on to his chair's armrest, Kuran then inhaled a deep breath through his lungs and raised his chin high. "Set a collision course to the enemy cruiser." The words the Klingon captain spoke would be shocking among any other species' starship bridge, yet several grunts of approval from the other bridge officers echoed the captain's sentiment. "Reroute all power to the engines...and set ramming speed!" the tall Klingon commanded, now rising to his feet.

"Qoy qeylIS puqloD..." Kuran began across an open ship-wide comm channel while his damaged vessel aligned its bulbous nose then accelerated along a direct intercept course to strike the Vor'cha-class. "Qoy puqbe'pu'!" The seconds counted down quickly while the Warrior's Anthem was loudly and simultaneously chanted by each Klingon on board.

"yoHbogh matlhbogh je SuvwI'!" the chief engineer bellowed over the channel from within the bowels of the battlecruiser.

"Say'moHchu' may' 'Iw!" another warrior on the bridge sang, pounding on his console in rhythm with the others.

"maSuv manong 'ej maHoHchu'!" loudly recited the conn officer.

"nI'be' yInmaj 'ach wovqu'!"

Torn followed suit, as he sat at his console watching the forward viewscreen, singing with the rest of his comrads. "batlh maHeghbej 'ej yo' qIjDaq!"

The enemy Klingon warship became larger and larger on the main viewer and Kuran stepped forward to stand mere inches from its screen. "...mamevQo'. maSuvtaH. ma'ov!" he finished the Warrior's Anthem from memory then confidently raised his chin. Today, he would find himself in the Great Hall of Sto-vo-kor and meet Kahless himself. Duty to the Empire. Honor to one's self and his House. Glory in victory. All had been fulfilled. Today was a good day to die.

In space, the Vor'cha-class heavy cruiser commenced firing on Galileo just as Praxis' sleek and plasma-leaking spaceframe slammed into it at high impulse velocity. No deflector shield grid could compensate for the raw amount of kinetic energy produced by the ship-to-ship collision and the D8-class' forward hull blew through the enemy vessel's connecting spar before disintegrating in a series of violent structural explosions. Praxis' engineering section twisted out of control then swung to the side directly into one of the Vor'cha's nacelle pylons which shattered and ignited, the primary and secondary explosions enveloping both green starships and combining to form a rare and powerful display of destruction.


USS Galileo-A - Deck 1, Bridge

The Nova-class starship continued to approach the temporal rift at a slow yet steady velocity but was suddenly shaken by blast shockwaves from both Klingon vessels in the near distance. The deck plating once again trembled but no new visual or audio systems warnings emanated from the bridge's LCARS consoles.

"Report!" ordered Tarin whose attention was divided between her station's tactical display and the rapidly growing size of the time travel vortex on the main viewscreen as her starship approach its event horizon. She glanced down to her situational screen and saw a large red blip which pulsed for several seconds then vanished from the display.

"The Praxis set a collision course with the Vor'cha." Saelihn reported as the 'dust' cleared. "Both vessels are destroyed captain." she added. A report need only be the pertinent information, and Saelihn knew there was more she could have said but at this point it didn't matter.

However a pang in her chest rang true as she knew Lt. Rice was on board the Praxis and she too was now gone. She had gone radio silent long before and she thought that maybe there would have been a message slipped through as the Praxis reappeared but sadly nothing did. Now both Rice and the Praxis were a memory that wouldn't necessarily be remembered once they went through the rift.

Allyndra shivered as the two warships collided and exploded. She knew that all there, including a person she had defended not so long ago, had perished. That would be a silent moment later, for her task at the moment was to aim this crippled ship to make it through the vortex. The waves had buffeted them, but the course was still steady. She glanced down at the panel and saw the rear thrusters still at full power, but the propellent was dropping well toward the red.

'Not Aria too' Mimi thought, while to her the loss of more Klingons wasn't too much a worry, this place had claimed her fiancé and now a woman she considered a close friend.

At Saelihn's word of the Klingon ships mutual destruction, Rafe brought the rear thrusters out of the red zone. They were...as one highly decorated Starfleet officer once said, 'Out of danger'. He began to think. How would he know to avoid releasing Cold Station 31's data if their memories were affected by the temporal anomaly? He had to warn himself...somehow. He quickly entered a quick log entry directed to himself from himself to activate in his personal log entries exactly 1 minute after they returned, whenever that would be. It was a lose timer, to activate once a discrepancy between the onboard chronometer and a timer he set, was detected. So the time to which they returned would be irrelevant.

Tarin tightened her brow and momentarily shut her eyes tight. Lieutenant Rice had been aboard that vessel. The Security chief's prior insubordination and display of nativity had never sat well with the captain, yet in some unorthodox manner, she could understand the reasons for the young officer's temporary defection. And it had been Tarin herself who had originally issued the officer exchange order and placed Rice into that situation, only for it to unfold as it had. And now Aria was dead. The second one she'd lost in addition to Hollenday. She dared not dwell on it any further and reopened her eyes to focus on commanding the bridge during this critical evolution.

"Helm, maintain course and speed. Keep us steady all the way through," reinforced the captain. "Science, time?!"

"Aye, Captain. Course and speed maintained.", Rafe replied.

The numbers spiralled and the console began to flicker as the cracks finally spread to the edge of the screen.

"F-five seconds." Vala stammered as he watched them dance.

Galileo's captain thumbed the intraship comm channel on her armrest. "All hands, this is the captain," she spoke with urgency in her animated yet dry inflection, "prepare for temporal transit in 3....2....1...."

The rear thruster gave out as the captain's count got down to the final count. This would be nothing but momentum from here. "Let us hope it was all worth what has happened," Allyndra continued to stand by the console watch as they entered.

The future's Pleiades Cluster was not long for the present. Lingering remnants of Romulan, Klingon and Starfleet destruction littered the local space along with the frozen and disfigured bodies of the deceased who now floated into eternity. Though the fold the Mark II Nova-class USS Galileo-A went, the tip of its forward primary hull breaching the temporal portal which slowly swirled and rippled in an unnatural manner.

It was once said that one's destiny was in their own hands to mold and create. That the future was never certain and the past was a mere lingering reflection of a simple moment in time which could be affected in the present. And that a misguided decision would ripple throughout eternity. Here, against all odds, the catastrophic landscape of this timeline began to fade away. The ship continued to slide into the anomaly, its silver space frame disappearing into the unknown beyond while bright white light enveloped each crew member within the starship.

From one past to another future and back, Galileo-A was now traveling.

Dare the impossible.

[OFF]

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CMDR Morgan Tarin
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo-A

Commander Kuran
Commanding Officer
IKS Praxis
[PNPC Tarin]

Commander Torn
Weapons Master
IKS Praxis

CMDR Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer/2XO
USS Galileo-A

LTJG Rafe Caradec
Senior Conn Officer
USS Galileo-A

LTJG Saelihn Valenis
Security Officer
USS Galileo-A

LTJG Montgomery Vala
Deputy Science Officer
USS Galileo-A

ENS Mimi
Deputy Operations Manager
USS Galileo-A

ENS S'Ers-a M'Lyr'Zor
Deputy Engineer
USS Galileo-A

MCPO Toren Vral
Chief of the Boat
USS Galileo-A
[PNPC Vala]

PO2 Donald Andrews
Engineering Officer
USS Galileo-A
[PNPC Mimi]

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