<USS Eagle> "Destiny's Troubles"

From: Malachi <malachistyles@xxxxxxx>
To: usseagle@xxxxxxxxxxxxx, Quinn Quigley <USFQuinnQuigley@xxxxxxx>
Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 19:14:04 -0500

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    Ensign Troy Banning sat at the science console. Starfleet Academy graduation class of 2385. His first assignment, the USS Eagle. His first day on bridge duty, and they come across the wreckage of one of Starfleet's newest ships, the USS Concourde. The ship was found in several pieces, floating, ten light years from its patrol sector. Commodore Fyrstk was looking to him, for answers. He thought he had it, but checked again. The answer he sought was not good. Yeah. Troy was nervous.
    "Well, Mr. Banning?" Lukas inquired from the command seat.
    "Yes, sir," Banning replied. He glanced back to the command chair. The eyes of the commanding officer, the first officer and the second officer were all on him. Why him? "I have analyzed the damage on the Concourde, sir." He paused, looked again to be sure of what he was about to say.
    "You are going to tell us, right Mr. Banning," Fyrstk said, a little impatiently.
    "Yes, sir. According to these readings, the ship was attacked by the Borg."
    "The Borg?" Commander Marqusa asked. "Are you certain, Ensign."
    Banning knew someone would ask him that. Which is why he double checked, and trilpe checked his findings. "Yes, sir. I am certain."
    "Commodore," came the voice of Ensign Wren, at OPS. "I am receiving a Priority One message from Starfleet. Admiral Archer is ordering us to proceed, immediately to Rigel IV. They have been attacked. The Sutherland is already oon scene. Captain Quigley is reporting a Borg attack."
    "Prepare a probe and an automatic beacon, warning all ships to stay out of this area," Lukas said. He saw Gwen and Rommie exchange glances. The concern in both their eyes did not surprise Lukas at all. Rommie was Rigellian. "Mr. Vanik. Plot a course, prepare for a slip-stream jump,"
    Lukas heard the acknowledgement from his helmsman. He looked over to Gwen. "Looks lahke it's started."
    Ensign Banning, dropped a sensor probe, and knew Ensign Wren was preoaring the automated beacon. His heart was in his throat, and there was a pit in his stomach. The Borg. He had hoped he would never have to see one of their cubes in his career.

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Coommodore Lukas Fyrstk
Commanding Officer

Ensign Troy Banning
NPC Science Officer

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