Death of a Captain

Posted on Sat Aug 29th, 2020 @ 2:09pm by Captain Michael Meezo
Edited on on Sat Aug 29th, 2020 @ 2:10pm

Mission: Nothing To Fear...
Location: USS Wayfarer
Timeline: Day 1

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Mike got to his feet and turned to his first officer, “Commander Sito, I’ll be in my ready room if you need me. Admiral Yoshimeyer has requested six-hourly reports from me until we reach the outskirts of Sector 001.” He rolled his eyes slightly and the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smile.

Sito gave the man a knowing grin, and nodded his head, “Aye sir. I’ll let you know if you’re needed.”

Stepping into his ready room, Mike suddenly found himself on the bridge of the USS Lexington. The bridge appeared heavily damaged, with conduits and other pieces of bulkhead strewn across the floor. The lights were dim and the ship was obviously at red alert status.

Meezo looked around, completely dumbstruck. The door that he had just walked through was now gone! What was happening?

“All power to forward shields!” Someone barked loudly. Mike turned to see that it was Captain Alyssa Fletcher, the Lexington’s CO. “I want those phasers back up and ready to fire! Johnson, target all photon torpedoes onto their outer hull!”

The ship rocked under Mike’s feet, apparently having been struck by some sort of weapons fire. He looked up at the viewscreen and saw a Borg cube. Several Starfleet vessels swarmed around it like bees. The colour drained from his face as he realised that this was three years ago, it was 2373, and he was back at the battle of sector 001.

He looked down at his uniform and saw that it was slightly different. Feeling for his rank pips he could find only three. “Commander Meezo!” The female Captain shouted from her position in the command chair, “I need a casualty report!”

Mike felt nauseated at where he found himself. He was suddenly aware that his hands were hot and clammy, and he was perspiring badly. Had he travelled in time? Was he dreaming?

Without warning, the conduit above the command chair exploded, showering Captain Fletcher in searing hot shrapnel, just like it had three years ago.

Mike rushed over to the woman who was now screaming in agony. As he reached her he found that he was on his knees in his ready room on the Wayfarer once again. He looked around quickly, taking in every inch of the room to be sure. Once he was certain that he was back where he belonged he got to his feet and straightened his tunic. Something wasn’t right here. Something was happening and he was going to find out what.

Mike stepped back onto the bridge and addressed the crew, “I want a full internal sensor sweep of the bridge and the ship.” He paused for a moment before tapping his comm-badge, “Meezo to brig.”

No answer.

“Meezo to brig.” He repeated.

There was still no answer.

Mike looked towards Sito, concern clearly starting to develop on his face. “Commander, in the absence of a Chief Security Officer, can you please attend the brig with a security detail to see why they are not answering. And be careful.”


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Captain Michael Meezo
Commanding Officer
USS Wayfarer, NCC-72113