Tales From the Calhoun and Delta One By Adrian Rodd
It could have been a day to rejoice, here on Delta One. Even as I write these lines, glancing out of the view port in my quarters, I can see the majestic USS Calhoun slowly approaching the station. Ship and starbase are to be reunited at last. Already, I am sure Commanders Logix and Su are greeting each other, and many people on board the Calhoun are doubtless pleased to be home. . .
It could have been a day to rejoice, I said. But bad news overshadows the good. Lieutenants Summers and Trissay are still missing, and our every attempt to rescue them has failed. The mysterious, aquatic aliens have moved their numerous ships away from Delta One slightly, but they still prevent us from going in pursuit of our crewmates’ Kazon abductors.
Now however, with the return of the Calhoun, we may just be able to force our way through the blockade. Time will tell. . .
On a more positive note, the skeleton crew of the Calhoun suffered no fatalities during their stay in the Alpha Quadrant, despite the outbreak of a highly dangerous illness on board. Simultaneously, a strange plot against Commander Logix likewise failed, although Lieutenant Holmes was wounded and fell for a while into a coma. . . Ensigns Tolqu and Hart did their jobs, and thwarted the plot before it could get nasty.
I’m looking out of the view port again; the Calhoun has moved very close now. I imagine the new personnel, for whom this will be their first stay in the Delta Quadrant, are impatient to come on board the station. Add to that the presence of a fair number of diplomats, and this station is probably going to become a very lively place. . .
Oh, just one additional note. The crew have arrived on board now, and it seems romance has blossomed between Ensigns Tymm and MacCumail. Also, the word has got around the station that our Captain is expecting a baby. The father is still somewhere in the Alpha Quadrant, apparently. Ah well, things aren’t so bad here after all. . .
I just hope we can rescue our two missing crewmates soon, and that things will begin to calm down.
But this is the Calhoun we’re talking about. . . She’ll find some way, I’m sure, of reminding us how she earned her nickname. The Ship of the Doomed. . .
More to come next month, if we haven’t crashed or blown ourselves up by then. . . ;)
