December 2, 2295
U.S.S. Enterprise, NCC-1701-B, heavy cruiser
Commander: Captain Pavel A. Chekov
U.S.S. Excelsior, NCC-2000, heavy cruiser
Commander: Captain Hikaru W. Sulu
U.S.S. Hyperion, NCC-10100, exploratory cruiser
Commander: To Be Determined
U.S.S. Chosin, NCC-2950, fast cruiser
Commander: Captain Shaun Kelsey
U.S.S. Hathaway, NCC-2593, fast cruiser
Commander: Captain Paul Freeman
U.S.S. Sargon, NCC-504, destroyer
Commander: Commander Srall
U.S.S. Cooper, NCC-639, scout ship
Commander: Captain Xon
U.S.S. Al Rashid, NCC-3802, transport/tug
Commander: Captain Dawson Walking-Bear
Exploration of Beta Quadrant, broadening of Federation relations with non-aligned planet in same: 7 years
A. Federation Security, via exploration of intelligence and social systems of galactic threat, and
B. Scientific investigation to add to the Federations body of knowledge of lifeforms and social systems, and
C. Any required assistance to the Federation colonies in this quadrant, and the enforcement of appropriate statutes affecting Federation commerce vessels and traders as you might contact in the course of your mission.
Chekov reread the orders hed been given. "Bozhe moi," he said softly as he sat down at the table. The shit will hit the fan when Sulu reads his orders, he thought, chuckling inwardly. He took a bite of his celery stick and frowned. Apparently the rec deck manager had already received the diet card changes Doctor Chapel had promised.
"Good news, Captain. Hyperions on final approach to Sol. They should be arriving in orbit within half an hour," reported Lieutenant Kirk as he sat down at the table.
"Thats good news. Uhura maintained radio silence all the way back to Federation territory. When we got her call for an escort, we were already halfway to Earth. At least Captain Kelsey was in her vicinity to provide one."
"Whats going to happen with the Hyperion, sir?"
"Shell be refitted and recommissioned. She was designed to be a state-of-the-art exploratory cruiser. She still will be."
"And next on our schedule?"
"Two things. Well be taking Doctor McCoy to Serenidad for a memorial service next week, and well be swinging by Canopus for a limb-transplant for Mister Chterr. Then were to report back to Earth. I will have to assemble my fleet."
Chekov passed him the orders.
"Sir! Congratulations, sir! Wow!"
Lieutenant Chterr hobbled over and joined them, a bowl in his talon. As he pulled up a perch, Chekov couldnt help but smell the strong broth. Kirk was stunned to see the security chief slurping it at a good pace.
"So whats next on our agenda, Fl-l-leet Captain Chekov?"
"Is there anything in Starfleet you dont know about, Lieutenant Commander Chterr?"
The Skorr warbled in laughter. "Not much, Captain. I even heard about my promotion days ago. Thank you."
"Chterr?" asked Peter Kirk tentatively, pointing at the bowl. "Is that what I think it is?"
"What do you think it is?"
Peter Kirk shrugged. "Smells to me like...well, I mean no offense, but...it smells like chicken soup."
Chekov nodded. "And you have a noted...aversion to even being near those consuming avian life forms."
Chterr shrugged. "My mother always said two things about chicken soup. One, its good for you. Two, its probably not anyone we know."
As laughter rang out on the rec deck, Pavel Chekovs eyes returned to his orders. 2296 looked to be an interesting year...
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