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First Contact

Posted on Thu Aug 15th, 2019 @ 2:09pm by Lieutenant Nathan Mitchell & Captain Tharia sh'Elas

Mission: Favor the Bold
Location: Spacedock
Timeline: Day 232 at 1210

Lieutenant Nathan Mitchell was not happy. He'd worked his entire career for a billet on a Constitution-class starship and after only six months on board the Endeavour, Starfleet had ordered him to return to Earth for reassignment. That was unusual enough but when he reached Starfleet Command, he was directed to report to Captain Tharia sh'Elas aboard Earth Spacedock.

The journey from the Endeavour to Earth had taken three weeks, a long three weeks, and all he knew of his new assignment was that it had something to do with 'Ulysses'. Since there was no starship or starbase by that name, Nathan had no idea what Starfleet had in store for him. As he reached for the chime of Captain sh'Elas' office on Spacedock, he hoped that the next few minutes would shed some more light on matters.

"Enter!" the voice from within beckoned to him.

Lieutenant Mitchell strode into the Captain's Office and snapped to attention in front of her desk. "Lieutenant Nathan Mitchell, reporting as ordered." He announced.

"Come Lieutenant, sit" the Captain smiled as she offered a hand to the man that she believed had the potential to be the missing cog in the project's machine. She just had to convince him of such. "I hope the Captain of the Endeavour wasn't too annoyed by my request to have you transfer?" she asked, her antennae drooping at the thought that she might have pissed off the Captain of one of the fleet's finest vessels.

Nathan shook the Captain's hand before sitting in the offered chair. "I think I was more upset about being pulled away than the Captain was." He told her honestly.

"I apologise for dragging you away from the old girl but I have something for you that could be the making of your career," she grinned as she casually slid a bulky data PADD across the table to him. "What would you say if I said the words 'first contact' to you?"

The two words that would pique the interest of every diplomat in the Federation. The chance to take part in first contact with a previously unknown civilisation was career defining, for good or for ill. It would certainly make being pulled off the Endeavour worthwhile. Any upset he had felt at that quickly melted away.

Nathan slid forward in the seat so that he was perched on the edge and lifted the data PADD off the table. "You want me for a first contact mission?" He asked, beginning to excitedly read the information contained on the device.

"The rest of the crew are not privy to this information, not even the XO, but your clearance warrants it," the Captain nodded as she rose to her feet and gestured for him to join her at the large wall console.

Lieutenant Mitchell stood and followed the Captain to the wall console, intrigued by the secret nature of what he was about to be told.

Tapping on the screen, she activated a map and zoomed in to their destination. "We're headed here, the Calandra Sector. A new species has reared its head and it's up to us to investigate, and if possible, make first contact properly," she told as she looked at the diplomat. "From the intelligence gathered, which consists of unreliable reports from several trader vessels operating on the edge of Federation space, these people have grey skin and some form of cranial ridges," she revealed as she made her way back to her chair. "We understand their vessels, like ours, vary in design and employ phased energy weapons, but beyond that, we know nothing. Except that they have raided three Federation cargo ships in the last six months, seemingly taking advantage of our preoccupation with the Klingons and the Romulans."

The vast majority of the diplomatic corps had been neck deep in preparations for the meeting between the Federation President and the Klingon Chancellor, Gorkon, on Earth. When the Chancellor was assassinated, the meeting with the new Chancellor, Gorkon's daughter Azetbur, was moved to Khitomer. Another assassination attempt, involving high ranking Starfleet Officers, senior members of the Klingon Empire and the Romulan ambassador had kicked up a hornets nest that the Diplomatic Corps was still mostly focused on.

The chance to be involved with something other than Klingon and Romulan affairs would be a breath of fresh air to the Lieutenant. "I'll study everything we have on these people, but given their raids on cargo ships, they may not be predisposed to peaceful first contact."

"We're to go out there and show them that the only way forward is peaceful first contact," the Captain told with a nod, "to do that, we've been given a brand new ship, the USS Ulysses. State of the art Excelsior class, so, you'll be travelling with anything you need, Lieutenant," she advised him.

An Excelsior-class ship. There were so few of them in active service that Nathan thought it would be at leat five years before he would get to serve on the most advanced class of ship that Starfleet had. Never in his wildest dreams did he consider the possibility that he would serve on one of the first few ships and as Diplomatic Attache on a first contact mission. It was all a little overwhelming.

Not that he let that show. He simply nodded to the Captain. "Understood ma'am. We'll be ready."

"Report aboard the Ulysses, at Utopia Fleetyards, at oh-eight hundred tomorrow," the Captain smiled as she rose to her feet and offered him a hand of congratulations.

Nathan shook the Captain's hand again, unable to keep the smile from his face. "Aye Captain." When he pulled his hand back, he snapped to attention briefly before spinning on his heel and striding out of the office. He would have an unexpected few hours to visit with family on Earth, and he planned to make the most of it.

 

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