The Broken Arrow

[Morad Ameen]

== At some point in the future, on the bridge of the USS Zephyr while she is conducting a series of surveys in uncharted space. ==

The rhythmic hum of the warp core was a constant, soothing presence on the bridge during the long transit between systems. Alpha shift was progressing with a quiet efficiency that Ameen appreciated. He was reviewing planetary survey data from their last stop when the officer at the science station sat upright in her chair.

"Commander," she said, her voice cutting through the calm. "I'm picking up something. Long-range sensors. A single, small object. Definitely artificial."

Ameen set his PADD aside, his full attention now on the main viewscreen, which still showed only the swirling blue tunnel of warp space. 

"Location, Ensign?" He asked.

"Vector 318, mark 015. It's approximately two light-hours from our current position, Sir. It's adrift. No warp signature, minimal power readings, but it's not an asteroid." He replied.

Ameen stood from his chair, his mind already cycling through the possibilities. 

An old probe? A derelict? Deep space was vast, but it was rarely truly empty...

"All senior officers, please report to the main bridge," he said, his voice calm but firm, tapping his comm badge. "Helm, bring us out of warp on my mark. Let's see what's out there."

== Tag everyone ==

[Gath]

Gath arrived on the Bridge, but remained silent about his arrival as he moved over to the Security Station to log in and begin assessing the situation. Others had not arrived yet, but he would remain attentive, in the event that the CO decided to begin briefing those on the Bridge.

== Tag...Gath has arrived and is ready to engage when ready... ==

[Amila Ra'an]

Morad's voice cut through Amila's comm as she was in the science lab trying to make sense of a new theory being posited by a Vulcan engineer on temporal wave resonance. Her heart skipped a second just hearing his voice. Clearly it was work - the message hadn't been just for her. All senior officers to the Bridge. She shut down her terminal and made her way out of the science lab, feeling a bit silly for the way her brain reacted to a simple comm.

The turbolift was a short ride to the Bridge. Almost too short, as Amila gathered herself, straightening an imaginary crease in her uniform as she stepped onto the Bridge, her posture just a bit more formal than it needed to be.

"Lieutenant Ra'an reporting, Sir. "Do you want me at my station, or will there be a briefing?" She asked as she looked at the Acting Captain. She fought the urge to give him a smile, but the warmth for him was there, hiding in her eyes, despite the stiffness of her shoulders and back as she stood at attention.

==Tag Ameen==

[Torok Powl]

"All senior officers, please report to the main bridge," he said, his voice calm but firm, tapping his comm badge.

Torok was in middle of his evening meal when he received the call. The sudden interruption in to the silence was startling, but no more than a sudden small twitch. He gathered his leftovers and placed them in the replicator. He had just changed into his off duty clothing which involved a loose fitting green tunic, and room blue pants. Quickly grabbing his uniform, that was fortunately just cleaned, he put it on with due haste and proceeded to the bridge once he determined his outfit was aligned with Star Fleet Uniform Code.

Just outside of the turbolift, the halls seemed quite and the ship was at Condition Green.

"Bridge," he said plainly while stepping in. He politely nodded and acknowledged the salutation from a Nurse and a Science officer. The familiar soft thrum of the engines on the Zephyr could be heard winding down leaving warp just as the doors to the Bridge opened.

"Powl reporting, sir." He looked around the bridge to survery what all the hullabaloo would have been about. There was a screen in the Science department analyzing on object. The same object could be seen on the main viewer as the Zephyr was taking an approach vector.