Garek took his seat in the command chair onboard the Arizona. It was a different feeling then normal. He was used to the leather pilot's couch of the Lambda Flier but as the assembled crew came in, he adversity began to leave. Ensign Kalvin took a seat at the helm. Commander Nevar walked over to the tactical station and eased into the seat.
"Mr. Kalvin, bring the warp core online, disconnect umbilical supports, and let's head out."
"Aye aye Commander." Kalvin spun in his chair to face the flight control panels. The umbilical lines disonnected from the Arizona, and she broke broke free from the docking berth, and headed out from the station. Kalvin swung the vessel on her axis, and powered the ship forward into space.
"Easy on the flight controls Mike."
"Sorry Commander. I couldn't help it." He grinned.
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Set course for Waypoint Alpha, and engage at Warp six."
"On it." He tapped in a few commandes, and the Arizona went to warp. They wouldn't reach their destination for nearly another twenty hours.
"Alright, we'll divide in to 4 shifts at five hours a piece. Mr. Kalvin, you have the first shift. Welcome to the big chair." Garek stepped off the slightly raised command platform. A yeoman stepped in to take the helm. Commander Nevar also stepped off the bridge, with another NCO taking his position.
"Are you sure sir?"
"Don't worry about it. You have any problems, just contact me." Garek stepped off to the rear of the bridge. He hadn't had any dinner, and figured that this would be the most opportune time.
Twenty hours later...
"Sir, we are arriving at Waypoing Alpha." A yeoman looked over his shoulder to Commander Nevar.
"Very well. Go to yellow alert and engage the sensor masking system." He tapped his commbadge. "Commander Loran, we are arriving at our waypoint."
[Alright, I'm on my way.]
Garek left the small captain's quarters onboard and made his way around the corner on to the bridge. Pol made his way back to the tactical station as Garek sat in the command chair. Ensign Kalvin made his way on to the bridge a few moments after Garek, and took his seat at the helm.
"Alright, on screen."
"Aye." Michael activated the viewscreen, and everyone was amazed at the site.
"Sweet merciful crap..." Garek was bewildered. Infront of them was a massive Son'a shipyard emplacement. It was off in the distance, and it still appeared massive. There were currently four ships under construction. A fifth one appeared to be finished and was sitting with only her running lights on.
"We should send for backup," Pol commented. He began to send a communication.
"NO! WAIT!" Garek stepped over to tactical. "We're too close to the station. We send a communication from here, we'll be discovered. Start a sensor track on the station and all vessels in the area." Garek looked at the viewscreen and noticed something to their right side. "Mike, switch viewscreen to starboard." He did so, revealing a small moon surrounded by a small but stable asteroid belt. "There. Take us there. Set us down on the moon. From there, the interference from that asteroid belt should be enough for us to get a quick communication out."
"Ok skip." The Arizona turned at Mike's commands, and she sped off. Mike weaved her inbetween the asteroid belt, and towards the moon. Gently, he came in close to the moon, and set the small vessel down on the surface of the moon opposite the station.
"Excellent. Now, open a secure link to the station." Garek looked over at Pol.
Pol nodded, and began to open the communications link.
[Garek. Good to see you.] Captain Wallace looked at him through the viewscreen. He appeared to be in his ready room.
"Same here sir. Appears that we've got some major problems."
[Such as?]
"The Son'a have established a deep space production facility. Looks pretty solidified. They're building four cruisers, and it looks as if they've finished constructing one."
Richard sighed. [Figures. Not exactly the kind of news I was hoping for, but I kind of expected it. Stay there for the next few hours collecting as much data as possible, then head back, maximum warp. Remember, you guys are supposed to be ghosts. I don't want the Son'a to have known you were even there.]
"Understood Captain. Arizona out." The communications channel closed, and Garek looked around to the other bridge crew. "Pol, start a sensor track. Mike, you make sure that the sensor masking system doesn't go offline. If it does, we may have some serious problems..." He received a 'yes sir' from both of the two and went to work.