PLOT Log - CO - Capt Coo

Posted on 241708.27 @ 8:57pm by Captain Rozen Coo PhD

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The USS Enterprise had been almost 2 weeks out of port at Earth. A number of slipstream jumps and strategic wormholes later the ship found itself deep in the Gamma Quadrant.

Captain Rozen Coo sat in the Captain's Chair, inspecting some information on the arm terminal. There was a chirp from one of the terminals ahead, and Rozen looked up.

"Sir, incoming transmission from Outpost 1138," replied the officer at the terminal.

"Bring it up on the main view screen please," Rozen said standing, adjusting his tunic with a quick downward tug.

"Captain Coo, I presume?" asked a very surly Lieutenant Commander. She was old, weathered, the type of person you most likely try to avoid on the street to avoid an insult about your posture or some other absurd thing.

"Yes, ma'am," responded Rozen warmly. "Captain Cummings I would take it?"

"Captain by title, not rank," she spat, Rozen could detect a spit of spite. "I see you are on your way to the projected source of the subspace signal. Not many of our communications get out this way once you get close to the nebula. I wish you good luck in your travels Captain," the grizzled LtCmdr almost had a wicked smile, but Rozen convinced himself other wise.

"Thank you Captain," replied Rozen. "We will return to your Outpost once we have conducted our survey. We will let you know as soon as we clear the nebula on our return trip."

"We will be here waiting," replied the LtCmdr. "1138 out." The channel went black.

"That was one of the oddest discussions I have ever had," proclaimed Rozen to anyone who would listen as he sat back down into his chair.

"Ensign," he called to the Helmsmen. "Distance to Nebula?"

"34 Lightyears," she replied.

"Fantastic." Rozen shifted his focus to his arm terminal, and turned on a ship wide channel. "All hands, this is Captain Coo, I just wanted to inform you we have passed Outpost 1138 on our way to our survey of the origin of the subspace signal. Not many people in the fleet have gone this far, however we aim to go past our star charts of documented space. Keep up the good work. Coo out."

Rozen closed his eyes for a moment, and envisioned an old sailing vessel maneuvering in open waters passing by a small desert island with the surly LtCmdr standing on it. That is certainly what it felt like.

Rozen stood to excuse himself to his ready room, the relief officer came to take the chair. Just as Rozen stepped close enough to his Ready Room doors for them to open, he heard a chirp and turned around.

"Incoming subspace message, sir," the officer called to Rozen. He moved over and peared over their shoulder.

"Not an incoming transmission?"

"No, just a text message."

"What is the orgin of the message?" asked Rozen.

"Unknown."

"Well... what does it say?" Rozen asked looking down at the terminal. The message was short.

'YOU'RE OFF THE EDGE OF THE MAP, MATE. HERE THERE BE MONSTERS'

The officer looked just as confused as Rozen. "Are you sure we can not determine the origin of this message?"

"No sir. The signal was scrambled before it was received."

"Understood. Transfer it to my desk terminal. If anything else comes in, forward it to me please," Rozen turned back to his office and the doors closed behind him as he walked in.

He sat down at his desk and pulled up the message. 'Merely a prank', he thought, trying to push the message out of his head but he couldn't.

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Captain Rozen Coo, PhD
Commanding Officer
USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-F