SD241809.11 | Duty Log | Lt. Col. Nixon, USS Job | 'Orphans'

Posted on Tue Sep 11th, 2018 @ 4:12am by Lieutenant Colonel Kate Nixon & Brigadier General Jonathan Grey

777 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Tremor Trouble
Location: Outside the Ya'Dalla System

The Job dropped out of warp, right on top it's target. A tactic that they had been using a lot. Dropping in on unsuspecting pirate ships and snagging them in a tractor beam.

The bridge rocked upwards from side to side as the underside of the Defiant Class starship took a battering from disrupter fire.

The CO, Lieutenant Colonel Nixon scowled, tapping her console, "Tactical. Eliminate their engines, then the weapons. Fire when ready."
The cargo ship has a main structure at it's very front, which contained the command and residentail areas, at the rear of the vessel, position between the 2 long warp nacelles was the engineering compartment.

The bridging neck of the vessel, was lined by 10 cargo pods on each side. Every one of them around 20m by 20m. An efficient and modular setup for long cargo runs.

The on duty tactical officer nodded with a grunt, he targeted the engines stopping the pirate vessel in it's tracks. It's long body, slowing to a halt.

Shortly there after the rocking and rolling stopped as he took out the target's weapons.

"Boarding Parties" Kate opened the intercom to the teams awaiting in the transporter bay. "Go. Secure and search that vessel."

...

It had taken them some 20 minutes to secure the vessel. Despite not being of Orion design, it had been crewed by them. Reports from the teams securing the vessel's described the male members of the crew putting up a furious fight with the Starfleet Marines.

The intercom buzzed as the Job's Executive Officer, Major Ainsley Watterson reported in. "Uh, Colonel... jeeez, you're going to want to come and see this..."

This can't be good , thought Kate as she stood from her chair. She pointed at the Tactical officer, and motioned for him to take over the centre chair. "I'm on way Major."

=/= Onboard Orion Priate Ship =/=.

"How did the Orions managed to wrangle such a nice cargo vessel? These are pretty pricey I be-" the young Corporal on guard, stopped mid sentence as the Colonel materialised onto the deck. "Sir. The Major is in Cargo Pod 15. Just down there." He pointed down the long corridor.

Lieutenant Colonel Kate Nixon had never seen anything like it and despite her years of service and training, she couldn't contain her emotion reaction, "Oh my." was all she could utter.

Kate turned to be briefed by her first officer. "How many?"

Watterson placed her first two fingers, about a centimetre apart, her remaining 3 fingers in midair, above her eyebrows, and drew a line from temple to temple her as she processed the information in front of her.

"20 compartments, each filled with 40-50 children, ranging from 5 to 17 'earth years', mostly females. Shackled and malnourished. The two I've spoken with, told me that they had been 'rescused' from an orphanage on Ya'Dalla, and these people where taking them to safety." Watterson handed over a padd containing what little information they had gathered to the Commanding Officer.

Nixon stepped down further into the compartment, sighing heavily as she did so. "Hi. My name is Kate. You kids are going to be okay." She knealt down, taking the hand of one of the young children.

Watterson looked on from the entrance, tapped her combadge, "Watterson to Medical. I want 10 teams over here and everyone one of these kids checked out."

=/= Bridge, USS Job, 15 minutes later =/=

"General, we have close to a thousand orphans here. Unfortunately when we disabled the ship, we pretty much destroyed their engines. We where expecting to make arrests and to scuttle the vessel. The Job, just doesn't have enough room for 1000 children. We need you to send a support craft to bring these kid's back to the station."

"Oh good. More people" replied the General, reviewing the specs for the shanty town again. "I'll have to add another deck to the refugee area, and I will be letting Engineering know whose fault that is." he added, pointedly.

"Alright, the nearest ship with capacity is..." he trailed off, prodding at his terminal, "the USS Alliance. Sovereign class. I'll get on the horn and point them towards you. Might be faster if you can cover some of the distance yourself though."

"Copy that, we'll proceed with the vessel under tractor beam towards the rendezvous with the USS Alliance. Once we complete the handover, we'll return to Ya'Dalla and continue to protect vessels leaving the disaster zone." Kate nodded and tilted her chair towards the Ex-Oh. "I want them fed and watered, and cleaned up. Replicate bunk beds if we need to."


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Lt Colonel Kate Nixon
Commanding Officer
USS Job
SFMC Detached Service

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Brigadier General Jonathan Grey
Commanding Officer
Versailles

 

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