“Good news, captain. It’s the USS Aurora. They’re on their way.”
The overstressed acting captain sighed, finally allowing herself to relax slightly. The situation was now somewhat less critical.
“Fantastic. Instruct them to prioritize their efforts on the Magicienne. Did they say USS Aurora, Lieutenant Harper?”
The science officer looked up from her console after consulting the computer. “Yes. USS Aurora, Constitution-class, and according to Starfleet records… decommissioned 2311.”
That… Was certainly odd, but perhaps it was explainable. “Was the Aurora decommissioned into civilian use?”
“It was mothballed and eventually scrapped. Interesting, captain. The USS Aurora we see before us matches no known Constitution-class specifications. The spaceframe doesn’t match the Constitution-class and cursory scans indicate it is far more advanced than what we would expect of that type.”
Noelle was flummoxed. “And the registry number is the same?”
“Yes. It is unlikely that is a new ship. It’s clearly from an older technological era. I may have an explanation, however,” offered the science officer. “It seems increasingly likely from our situation that we may not even be in our own universe. Perhaps this USS Aurora may be from a divergent timeline or even a separate universe.”
“I suppose we’ll have to ask them when they come aboard, then.”
Twenty minutes later
The situation had improved dramatically since the arrival of the USS Aurora. With functional transporters, they were quickly able to beam aboard the survivors of the Magicienne into their respective sickbays, but unfortunately, they were only able to save 220 of the nearly 800 crewmembers aboard the newer starship. Even so, sickbay was working overtime to triage the remainder of the crew, with the help of the USS Aurora. Direct reports from Lt. Khamitov, who was sent over to work directly with the Aurora’s chief medical officer seemed to confirm Nephenee and the captain’s theory, but they would know for sure when the captain could speak with the Aurora’s first officer Alara.
“Captain, the first officer of the Aurora has arrived,” said the security officer on the bridge. Noelle nodded, turning to address the officer as she arrived on the bridge.
“Welcome aboard the USS Illustrious, Commander Alara. Unfortunately, Captain Pearson did not survive our accident. I am acting captain Noelle Tatham Poole. Thank you for your assistance.”
The overstressed acting captain sighed, finally allowing herself to relax slightly. The situation was now somewhat less critical.
“Fantastic. Instruct them to prioritize their efforts on the Magicienne. Did they say USS Aurora, Lieutenant Harper?”
The science officer looked up from her console after consulting the computer. “Yes. USS Aurora, Constitution-class, and according to Starfleet records… decommissioned 2311.”
That… Was certainly odd, but perhaps it was explainable. “Was the Aurora decommissioned into civilian use?”
“It was mothballed and eventually scrapped. Interesting, captain. The USS Aurora we see before us matches no known Constitution-class specifications. The spaceframe doesn’t match the Constitution-class and cursory scans indicate it is far more advanced than what we would expect of that type.”
Noelle was flummoxed. “And the registry number is the same?”
“Yes. It is unlikely that is a new ship. It’s clearly from an older technological era. I may have an explanation, however,” offered the science officer. “It seems increasingly likely from our situation that we may not even be in our own universe. Perhaps this USS Aurora may be from a divergent timeline or even a separate universe.”
“I suppose we’ll have to ask them when they come aboard, then.”
Twenty minutes later
The situation had improved dramatically since the arrival of the USS Aurora. With functional transporters, they were quickly able to beam aboard the survivors of the Magicienne into their respective sickbays, but unfortunately, they were only able to save 220 of the nearly 800 crewmembers aboard the newer starship. Even so, sickbay was working overtime to triage the remainder of the crew, with the help of the USS Aurora. Direct reports from Lt. Khamitov, who was sent over to work directly with the Aurora’s chief medical officer seemed to confirm Nephenee and the captain’s theory, but they would know for sure when the captain could speak with the Aurora’s first officer Alara.
“Captain, the first officer of the Aurora has arrived,” said the security officer on the bridge. Noelle nodded, turning to address the officer as she arrived on the bridge.
“Welcome aboard the USS Illustrious, Commander Alara. Unfortunately, Captain Pearson did not survive our accident. I am acting captain Noelle Tatham Poole. Thank you for your assistance.”