The Shipyard
Posted on Thu Apr 10th, 2025 @ 12:36pm by Captain J.T Carlson & Lieutenant Kris McEntyre & Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Johnson Sr & Lieutenant JG Daphne Crenshaw & Lieutenant Shiki Ichiose & Lieutenant Alice Zuberg MD & Lieutenant JG Kas Th'shrytrir & Ensign Aneitrius Mexi & Ed’Rah, Daughter of Khartan
1,228 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission: Season 1, Episode 3: Trespassing
Captain’s Log - Supplemental: After three hours of repairs, Tigerfish is now on course for the reported position of the Rhodium traces and with it, we hope, the dolphin probe.
Three long hours and the Tigerfish was finally back underway, slowly, stealthily. They didn’t want to give up that they survived to the Klingons.
J.T leaned forward in his chair as he looked at the main screen.
“Science Officer: sensor report?” He asks Shiki.
"Well, the Rhodinium traces are holding position, which would lead me to believe that whatever's out there is stationary," Shiki speculated as she looked up from the scope at her station. "If we determine that it's the probe, then it's possible that it's being held at some Klingon facility- possibly even the shipyard that Commander What's-her-face mentioned back at the briefing."
From his Console, Ben adjusted a few specs for both the Engineering and XO's stations. "Thank you, Shiki," he replied. "Can you loop that through to the Engineering department, please?" Ben asked.
"Righty-o; forwarding the data to Engineering now..." Shiki nodded as she tapped a few buttons on the console.
Hunched over his console, Kas felt worn and frayed. His normally immaculate silver-white hair was unkempt with fly-aways. His antennae drooped. He had been grateful when a yeoman had brought him an Antares Bluestar energy drink. It had taken the edge off even if Mexi had tutted her disapproval.
Mexi for her part still looked immaculately turned out. Sitting straight as a board at her console, she efficiently moved her hand across it, adjusting the readings she needed from the navigation sensors. She'd had some Argelian water a few hours ago, and apart from that had carried on as though nothing had happened.
Kas had always been amazed at how it seemed she never got tired. He wondered if it was a Deltan thing, or just Mexi in general.
Ben was reading the logs that Shiki had sent. Indeed, it seemed to be stable. "I say we head for that. We can dock wherever it is; we need to do some critical repairs anyway. I will assist Crenshaw, as well." The XO was also an Engineer and he sometimes missed the hands-on work. He let the Captain think about his suggestion, but hoped that JT would heed it. They would all need the break that docking would provide, anyway.
“That might be a bit premature. I doubt that shipyard will be friendly, Mr. Johnson” J.T elaborated.
"It should be, unless it's in uncharted territory, but noted," he replied. "I will just remind you that repairs will take longer the longer we take to get back to friendly areas," he said. And he was glad that it wasn't HIM who was going to have to do it this time!
“The same is thankfully not true of the crew,” Alice reported, having walked in a few moments earlier. She took position behind and to the right of the Captain’s chair. “We’re out of the woods, Captain. Those who can work are back on duty. Those that absolutely can’t are secure. Our losses were few…but nonzero,” she added sombrely.
"We'll notify their families upon return to K9. Their losses will not be in vein." J.T somberly said as he got up from the chair.
"Alice, I also have another job for you, if you're willing to..." He started to say, turned to face her when the proximity alarms began to blare.
"Looky, looky, what have we here..." Shiki remarked. "I'm picking up several hundred life forms on the proximity sensors; bio-signatures are a near-perfect match to the Klingon bio-data we have stowed away in our records..."
She glanced over at JT. "Looks as if the rumors were true, Captain."
"Mr. Kas, engines all stop! Keep us out of their sensor range." J.T ordered quickly.
Deftly manipulating the console, Kas brought the ship to a full stop despite his tiredness. His hand hovered over impulse control, ready to bring them back up to speed at the first order,
"Well...that answers our questions." J.T commented, observing the shipyard on the screen. "It seems the probe was captured by the Klingons. Ms. McEntyre, note for the log."
Kris nodded and typed on her console.
"So, we have an illegal Klingon shipyard, a captured Federation probe with a cache of Intel data. Options?" J.T asked the room.
'Depends on the state of the ship,' Mexi said pointedly, 'with the 'Fish in the state she is, I doubt we can take on a shipyard and its' defences. Not mention the Klingon ship itself.'
'If only we had Starfleet Special Forces handy,' Kas said with a quiet laugh, and a twitch of the antennae to indicate its mirthless quality. 'Send a shuttle over, infiltrate, retrieve the probe, exfiltrate, back to Dee-Ehs-Kay-Nine at fastest warp speed available.'
“All without any broken bones or phaser burns,” Alice added. “Easy peasy, right? To be safe, I should be on the away team, unless that other assignment you mentioned is more important.”
"Ufufufu... I like the Doc's thinking," Shiki smirked. "We're organizing an away team, yeah? Count me in."
"And Lieutenant McEntyre as well." J.T said turning to the Comm Officer. "Your Intel skills will be needed."
He turns to the group, "Get your gear, and meet me in the Transporter Room."
J.T walks over and punches the comm circuit. "Mr. Johnson, report to the Bridge."
With a nod, Alice was the first to head to the turbolift, the others following close behind. They would each need to make a couple of stops along the way to the transporter room…
Ben appeared on the Bridge momentarily.
"The alarms were starting to sound, sir. What's going on?" he asked.
Daphne also hurried onto the bridge as the alarms went off. She was a little the worse for wear after the fight and had been seeing to her people. She opened her mouth to ask a question only to see Ben had already asked.
"A Klingon Shipyard, and the location of our missing probe." J.T elaborated as he headed for the Turbolift.
"Doc, going to need you on this one. Mr. Johnson, I am leading a landing party of myself, Dr. Zuberg, Lieutenant McEntyre and Ms. Crenshaw down to retrieve the probe data. X.O: You have the deck" J.T said as he turned around in the turbolift and waited for the others he named to join him.
Daphne turned when she heard the captain say that. "Yes, sir," she said as she joined him.
"Yes, sir," Ben said, settling into his seat. "Alright, folks. Keep her steady," he said.
The turbolift doors closed.
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Captain J.T. Carlson
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Tigerfish NCC-1509
Commander Benjamin Johnson Sr.
Executive Officer
USS Tigerfish NCC-1509
Lieutenant (JG) Kas Th'shrytrir
Chief Helm Officer
U.S.S. Tigerfish NCC-1509
[PNPC Lt Freya Michaud]
Ensign Aneitrius Mexi
Chief Navigation Officer
U.S.S. Tigerfish NCC-1509
[PNPC Lt. Freya Michaud]
Lieutenant Shiki Ichiose
Chief Science Officer
U.S.S. Tigerfish NCC-1509
Lieutenant Alice Zuberg
Chief Medical Officer
USS Tigerfish NCC-1509
[PNPC Lt. Commander Damien Maillet]
Lieutenant Kris McEntyre
Chief Communications and Intelligence Officer
U.S.S. Tigerfish NCC-1509
[PNPC Captain J.T. Carlson]
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