Snippet #2451408

Onboard a lone heavy cruiser the bridge was steeped in darkness as the radio communique played, while the crew listened in silence. A grey-uniformed Star Fleet officer stretched his knuckles against the railing and loomed out over the bridge under him.

"Have the Task Force appraised of the situation, what are they doing at the Deep Water station?" The ship captain asked, glaring from a holographic video of the Chairman. Two or three meters away a hologram of a large deep space constellation sat over a holotank with other vessels making various insects around the tiny hive-like speck in space.

“They’ve moved to Condition One.”

The captain turned his back on the hologram, to see the vessel’s weaponry diagnostic scrolling by on the main airscreen. The cruiser was at the far flank of the patrol force using the Deep Water station in the borders of the Coalition. Typical of the border patrol, the Apparatus Customs Executive were onboard and also operating several of the SD-3 boarding ships collared with the ship.

“Then we go ahead and follow, we’ll see just what the Chairman can pull before Regional comes in.”



“By all means, Mister Haley, if there is a warning we will all be certain to hear it.”

The Chairman stood alone and only fidgeted with the cuff of his suit for a moment when the sudden turn came. Clear or not to tell he was a remedial official that was merely in the building this day on the planet some lightyears away. “The military forces will go onto a standby on protocol -- something the people on this planet can’t control, it’s beyond us but, we’ll still be able to communicate without any interference.”

Around the chairman the personnel continued on with business as usual, though they boosted communications and transmissions while coordinating with several of the other space-bound bodies beyond the planetary system.