Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 14:34:45 GMT -8
"Sir, they've arrived at the wormhole."
Admiral Phillips nodded. "Send in a probe, proceed if normal."
"Yes Sir."
Hall took in a breath and continued with the data overload he was subjected to at every turn. Messages, reports, demands, requests, it never seemed to end. Several minutes later, he had at least one answer.
"Probe reports green."
"Give the word," he said, once again bowing his head back to work. "Someone find out why Hyperion can't get away. We don't need delays right now."
"SGE is on lockdown. Something about a drill."
"What?!" Phillips stood, anger exploding onto his face. "No. No, not today. Get me Raal."
"They report he is indisposed and cannot be interrupted."
Hall was ready to combust. "Richards, then."
There was a pregnant pause. "He, too, is not to be disturbed."
"What th' hell is going on over there?" He shook his head. "What's Etimon's status?"
"There appears to be a Carnival on the planet. Nothing else to report."
Hall sat back down, his thumb and forefinger rubbing his chin. "I'm probably going to regret this... but proceed."
"Yes, Sir." The order was given and, a short time later, everyone watched the screen as the wormhole opened to spew out a convoy of vessels.
"Is that-?"
"Enterprise," Phillips nodded. "It is." The Bridge fell silent as the legendary ship passed, its alphanumeric registry indicating the lengthy history of the vessel. Behind it, massive cargo ships followed by the dozens. Over the course of several hours, more and more vessels passed through the wormhole, including two more starships. "Is that all of them," he asked after a time.
"All present and accounted for."
"Good. Let's get going. Once we're at Etimon, send my thanks to Enterprise so they can get out of here. They have other places to be." He thought for a moment. "Get that long-haired Governor of SGE's to tell us what's going on. Maybe he'll know something." Fat chance. "And someone get me some coffee, this is going to be a long day."
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The plains of Etimon had been the perfect choice of locations. No high natural energy fields, no local population. Wildlife and any rare plants had been relocated to the westerly plains, approval by the Hezak weeks prior.
"Scanned and perimeter secured, Sir."
Phillips had only moments before materialized on the planet and was already at work making sure there were no more Romulans lurking about. In a couple of weeks, they would think twice about even venturing near the planet.
"Sensors are operational."
"Good. Tell the teams they can begin." Above them, flew a medium sized vessel, which began terraforming the landscape with both a wedge-shaped construct on its bow, and an array of phaser banks that blasted away what couldn't easily be cleared. "Is this going to take long?"
"Initial construction should begin in half an hour."
"Wake me when the first wall goes up," Hall said. He settled down against a supply box and was immediately asleep, a skill he had gained years ago.
Admiral Phillips nodded. "Send in a probe, proceed if normal."
"Yes Sir."
Hall took in a breath and continued with the data overload he was subjected to at every turn. Messages, reports, demands, requests, it never seemed to end. Several minutes later, he had at least one answer.
"Probe reports green."
"Give the word," he said, once again bowing his head back to work. "Someone find out why Hyperion can't get away. We don't need delays right now."
"SGE is on lockdown. Something about a drill."
"What?!" Phillips stood, anger exploding onto his face. "No. No, not today. Get me Raal."
"They report he is indisposed and cannot be interrupted."
Hall was ready to combust. "Richards, then."
There was a pregnant pause. "He, too, is not to be disturbed."
"What th' hell is going on over there?" He shook his head. "What's Etimon's status?"
"There appears to be a Carnival on the planet. Nothing else to report."
Hall sat back down, his thumb and forefinger rubbing his chin. "I'm probably going to regret this... but proceed."
"Yes, Sir." The order was given and, a short time later, everyone watched the screen as the wormhole opened to spew out a convoy of vessels.
"Is that-?"
"Enterprise," Phillips nodded. "It is." The Bridge fell silent as the legendary ship passed, its alphanumeric registry indicating the lengthy history of the vessel. Behind it, massive cargo ships followed by the dozens. Over the course of several hours, more and more vessels passed through the wormhole, including two more starships. "Is that all of them," he asked after a time.
"All present and accounted for."
"Good. Let's get going. Once we're at Etimon, send my thanks to Enterprise so they can get out of here. They have other places to be." He thought for a moment. "Get that long-haired Governor of SGE's to tell us what's going on. Maybe he'll know something." Fat chance. "And someone get me some coffee, this is going to be a long day."
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The plains of Etimon had been the perfect choice of locations. No high natural energy fields, no local population. Wildlife and any rare plants had been relocated to the westerly plains, approval by the Hezak weeks prior.
"Scanned and perimeter secured, Sir."
Phillips had only moments before materialized on the planet and was already at work making sure there were no more Romulans lurking about. In a couple of weeks, they would think twice about even venturing near the planet.
"Sensors are operational."
"Good. Tell the teams they can begin." Above them, flew a medium sized vessel, which began terraforming the landscape with both a wedge-shaped construct on its bow, and an array of phaser banks that blasted away what couldn't easily be cleared. "Is this going to take long?"
"Initial construction should begin in half an hour."
"Wake me when the first wall goes up," Hall said. He settled down against a supply box and was immediately asleep, a skill he had gained years ago.