“We have arrived in the Vesuvi system, Captain,” Ensign
Kiska reported with exuberance. It was unusual to find this attitude in
most Bajorans, but her youth belied resentment of her people’s
struggle with the Cardassians. She was green, but very bright and
extremely eager.
Captain Wright hit the intercom switch in his ready room in
response. “Understood. We’ll be out in a moment, Ensign.”
“Aye, sir,” she replied.
“Has the Icarus been prepared for launch, Number One?”
“Yes, sir. If I may ask, is it necessary to take a shuttlecraft
down to the settlement?”
“I have a surprise from my daughter for my son-in-law. I
trust you won’t say anything to the crew if you happen to see it as I
pack.”
“Of course not, sir.”
Wright pulled a blue bottle from his duty chest and held it
up for a moment before packing it into his travel case.
“Ah, I see, sir. Can’t transport down with that.”
“Not unless I want the ship’s log to note that I carried
Romulan Ale to a Federation colony that’s not supposed to have any
intoxicants at all. There are certain privileges afforded in deep space
vessels, and this is one of them.” The Captain put the last of the
items into his travel case.
“I understand, sir. I shall omit any reference to it in my
official log.” The Commander smiled, knowing the Captain would get
the joke.
“I have something for you when I get back—your review. I
just finished it. We’ll talk more when I get back.”
“Aye, sir. Have a good time. I’ll make sure everything runs
smoothly until you get back.”
The Captain started out of the ready room as the
Commander followed him.
“If the Admiral calls for any reason, tell her I’ll return
within the next two hours.”
“Will do, sir.”
“And take care of our ship, Number One. I want her back in
one piece.”
“I’ll try to keep her together while you’re gone, sir.”
Wright stepped into the turbolift, travel case in hand. He looked at
his First Officer with a nod of approval. “Commander, you have the
Conn. Shuttle Bay Two.” The doors to the turbolift snapped shut, and
its hum could be heard as it sped away from the bridge.
After seven hours outside the Starfleet habitation biosphere the heat
from the solar radiation could be felt on their skin, even through the
climate-controlled suits they wore. There were one hundred and thirtytwo engineers assigned to this project, all living within a large
duranium composite dome erected as a shelter from the harsh solar
radiation that beat down on them relentlessly.
“Hey, James, pass me that coil spanner,” Serson said. “Will I
ever be glad when our re-supply ship gets here. I received a subspace
message from my wife. She’s been stationed on Starbase 12, and she
said she was putting something on the next re-supply run for me. Said
it would help me cope with the harsh conditions.”
James brought the coil spanner to Serson, then moved back
to his task linking the ODN conduits.
“I hope it’s Saurian brandy. I’m beginning to get sick of
synthehol,” James quipped.
Serson cracked a smile as he used the coil spanner on the
ODN network links.
The intercom inside the suits chimed, signaling an open channel. The
voice that came over the helmet speakers belonged to Jordan, the
female communications officer inside the biosphere. “Okay gentlemen,
you’ve just passed your safe time outside. Get back in for your
Hyronalin hypos.”
“Hyronalin—that stuff makes me vomit.” James protested
playfully.
“Well, either you take the hypo, or you die of radiation
poisoning. It’s your choice, and it would technically only matter if
someone left behind missed you.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“Oh, sorry, Nathan. We’d all miss you.” She added with a
giggle that could be heard over the suit intercoms, “After all, where
would we find another pigeon for poker night?”
“Okay, Jordan, we’re heading in now. Any word from
Starbase 12?” Serson looked up hopefully.
“They’ve signaled that a re-supply ship has been routed to
us; should be here within the hour. A Galaxy Class ship no less. Guess
we’re getting the royal treatment.”
“More like a royal pain in the butt,” James snapped. “I’d
only really be happy if we got to leave with them. I’m going to have a
permanent suntan when we leave this post.”
He and Serson began the walk back to the biosphere.
The gray duranium hull of the saucer section became visible as the
Dauntless crossed out of the planet’s shadow and into the light of the
Vesuvi star.
INTORDUCTION
INTRODUCTION
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