==Away Team Thread==
As the away team materialised, they found themselves standing on a starship Bridge that had gone out of fashion over a century earlier; rather than the standard greys or sometimes wood panels current designs used, chairs for both the Captain and First Officer, and LCARS terminals powered by multitronic or bio-neural systems, the Bridge was circular and very beige. The single chair in the center looked well-worn, and the terminals around the perimeter were quite clearly still working on duotronic circuits. It was like stepping into a museum; in fact it was very similar to the Enterprise-A or Saratoga, both at the Fleet Museum, just smaller.
Standing in the center of the Bridge, having apparently just risen from his chair, stood the ship's apparently sole crewmember. Human and in his early sixties, he stood a little over six feet, with a weathered face and dirty blonde hair that was already turning grey. Tattered cargo pants and scuffed combat boots were topped by a rumpled shirt and a dark blue woolen trenchcoat. He appeared unarmed, and though he did not seem to appreciate the presence of the Starfleet crew, he also made no effort to resist.
"Welcome aboard the Disreputable Damsel. I'm Captain Heathridge."
For anyone familiar with Earth dialects, the Captain seemed to be from Scotland, specifically the areas around Edinburgh. His voice also carried none of the warmth that might otherwise be offered to a guest aboard a ship, further reinforcing that he didn't want them there.
"Well, let's get this over with, shall we? I'm sure you have more important things to do."
As the away team materialised, they found themselves standing on a starship Bridge that had gone out of fashion over a century earlier; rather than the standard greys or sometimes wood panels current designs used, chairs for both the Captain and First Officer, and LCARS terminals powered by multitronic or bio-neural systems, the Bridge was circular and very beige. The single chair in the center looked well-worn, and the terminals around the perimeter were quite clearly still working on duotronic circuits. It was like stepping into a museum; in fact it was very similar to the Enterprise-A or Saratoga, both at the Fleet Museum, just smaller.
Standing in the center of the Bridge, having apparently just risen from his chair, stood the ship's apparently sole crewmember. Human and in his early sixties, he stood a little over six feet, with a weathered face and dirty blonde hair that was already turning grey. Tattered cargo pants and scuffed combat boots were topped by a rumpled shirt and a dark blue woolen trenchcoat. He appeared unarmed, and though he did not seem to appreciate the presence of the Starfleet crew, he also made no effort to resist.
"Welcome aboard the Disreputable Damsel. I'm Captain Heathridge."
For anyone familiar with Earth dialects, the Captain seemed to be from Scotland, specifically the areas around Edinburgh. His voice also carried none of the warmth that might otherwise be offered to a guest aboard a ship, further reinforcing that he didn't want them there.
"Well, let's get this over with, shall we? I'm sure you have more important things to do."