<USS Avalon> No Answers, Just New Questions

No Answers, Just New  Questions
by Captain Keith Ketchum
 
Sitting in No Where, Keith had PADDs strewn across the  desk trying to figure 
what to do about the Banshee.  The ship had too many  issues with the current 
time, why here, and why the Avalon. 
 
Were they linked?  Of course, Captain  Dareth was his XO's niece.  He knew it 
had to be true, he could tell  by the eyes, they were the same as Melanie's.
 
The PADDs contained calculations of temporal issues,  but none that would 
send the Banshee back, specially now that the wormhole was  closed.
 
Only one person could answer the issue.   "Computer, open secure channel to 
Commodore Edward Fry on Zeta Reticuli IV,  confirmation Ketchum-Alpha-One."
 
"Opening channel", replied the computer.
 
And so he waited, after about ten minutes, the screen  lit up, Edward's face 
looking at him.  "Was it successful,  Captain?"
 
"Wormhole is closed.  But we have another  problem."
 
"Nothing serious, I hope?"
 
"Not unless a ship full of people from forty years or  so in the future is 
not serious."
 
The commodore blinked, "What ship.  There was  nothing advising of this."
 
"Banshee, the fourth, Captain is a Grace  Dareth."
 
"Yes, I know the ship, you met one of her crew, Lance  Griffith, the one that 
briefed you on the mission."
 
"I see."  The next question posed the issue, "How  do we send them home?"
 
"I'll need to review some data, and get back with  you.  Fry out."  The 
screen went dark.
 
"No new answers, just more questions", shaking his  head.

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