I Object! Part I
Posted on Tue Mar 24th, 2026 @ 9:46pm by Captain Thorrin & Commander Marisa Sandoval & Lieutenant Commander Tarian Aloria & Lieutenant Sivek & Lieutenant C'Mila Juli & Lieutenant Addison Talbert & Lieutenant Junior Grade M'Ressa & Lieutenant Junior Grade Wyatt Spencer & Major Hastios Eilfaren
Edited on on Tue Mar 24th, 2026 @ 9:49pm
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Mission:
In The Nick Of Time
Location: Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Herodotus
Timeline: MD006 1000 hrs
The ship burst forward through a myriad of green and blue energy. They had arrived, and the question was whether they were where and when they needed to be. Thorrin leaned forward in his chair. "Tarian confirm that we are in the correct time and place. I want to make sure we did not over- or undershoot. This is, after all, our first jaunt through time. In the meantime, C'Mila, would you be so kind as to have a look and see if you can find this wedding we are here for?"
Addison was in her usual place on the bridge, standing out of the way, but where she could watch the play of colors on the view screen, as the ship made its entrance into a time stream. Can't pass up the chance, and she was grateful that Thorrin was tolerant of her being there.
"Aye, sir. Scanning now. Also, we've activated the Chronal Jammers, sir. They're doing their jobs. It should only take me a moment to make sure that we're where we need to be," Tarian said as he checked on the jammer and started scanning time and space alike.
"Yes, sir. I'll see what's down there," C'Mila stated with a nod. Find a wedding, not an order she had expected to receive in her career as a science officer. "It seems like such a beautiful planet. I don't know what happened before they started using weather modification networks, but right now, the vegetation and weather patterns suggest that the continents enjoy a mild climates," she commented. "I'll start looking for a party or a gathering with both Vwaarti and Kroat lifesigns."
Marisa was eager to find and restore the wedding, but on the outside, she remained calm. Just because she appreciated a happy ending didn't mean she had to show it.
Wyatt Spencer stood quietly at his station, even though he could have sat. He was scanning a dozen different channels, trying to pick up any unusual activity or spot any anomalies.
For a moment that may or may not have been a moment, Sivek felt as though his body had been stretched and shrunken before returning to its natural state. He was taken aback at how there was no sensation of acceleration pressing against him nor was there any change in gravity. Instead, it had felt like some peculiar unmooring as though every atom in his body had been gently displaced and then realigned.
Physically, he felt nothing beyond a slight unbalancing effect. He told himself it was likely his inner ear. Aside from that minor complaint, Sivek wondered if his mother had experienced the same effect at Kappa Iota 66 so many years ago.
Re-centering himself, the Vulcan-Human hybrid allowed the thought--and the sensation--to pass without further consideration. Only a slightly heavier exhale through his nose being the only outward sign the jump had any effect on him.
"Warp field geometry unchanged by our temporal transition," Sivek reported, verifying all systems. "It would appear the Herodotus has arrived intact, Captain."
Thorrin took note of how Sivek was on top of everything. Vulcan thoroughness he thought. "Excellent. Standard orbit if you please M'Ressa." He knew that the technology of the age would not be able to track them in orbit. "Wyatt. Be so kind as to tap their communications network. I would like to know everything that they know and everything that they are talking about."
"Captain, I may have something," C'Mila spoke up tentatively, trying to find the right break in the action on the Bridge.
"Well, C'Milla, do not keep us in suspense any longer." Thorrin stood and turned to face the Science station.
"An island chain, approximately 1500 kilometers south of the northern continent. A little more than 2,000 kilometers northeast of the southern continent, Sir," C'Mila reported. "The second largest landmass. I'm seeing a number of people from both races there, several large watercraft nearby. It seems to be a peaceful gathering of some kind, at least."
"Well, that is just the place to start. Please try to learn what the natives are wearing these days." Thorrin said and then leaned over to Addison. "I am going to need your cosmetic skill, my dear doctor. We need to make our away team look as the wedding guests. Think you are up to the task?"
"I believe I am up to the task. Who will be going on the away team and who will be staying on the ship?" Addison responded, taking a look at those who were on the bridge.
"I can do either, " Spencer said, "But I would prefer to be on the Away Team."
The jump left its mark on Hastios, though you would have had to know him well to see it. He stayed at tactical with one hand braced lightly against the edge of the console, letting the pressure of the transition settle out of his system. Time always pressed oddly against El Aurian senses. Crossing through it deliberately felt less like travel and more like brushing past something immense that had briefly noticed him in return.
By the time the bridge reports had circled back to the island below, he had himself under control again. The ship was steady. The moment was steady. Only the faint tightness around his eyes hinted that the passage had not sat cleanly with him.
When Lieutenant Spencer said he’d prefer to be on the away team, Hastios finally looked up toward Thorrin. “Lieutenant Spencer would be useful planetside, sir,” he said evenly. “If this is a large gathering, someone from operations is more likely to pick up the practical details quickly — transport flow, service patterns, communications, power distribution, who’s moving where and why. If something on the ground isn’t functioning the way it should, he’ll see it sooner than most.”
Then he left it there, simple and functional, and turned his attention back to the tactical board.
"I can go down or stay up here. If I was on the away team, I could help scan the area a little bit better close up, but I could also do that with a tie in with someone's tricorders. But, I feel like I could also be useful up here too sir. In case we need to make another temporal jump through time," Tarian offered up. He didn't say it loudly, so it wouldn't carry too far around the bridge.
"I will go where I am most needed," Marisa said quietly. She wanted to see this wedding, but she could watch it in person or from the ship. She glanced at Hastios. She noticed the tightness around his eyes and mouth during the time jump. Later, she would ask him about it.
"Very well. Wyatt, Hastios, Marisa, and C'Mila kindly go with the good doctor here and get into makeup and wardrobe. You all are now the stars of the show. The rest of us will hold down the fort." Thorrin said almost wistfully. Fact was he wished that he could be going down there. But a Captain's place was on the bridge of the ship.
Before the away team left the bridge to get cosmetic changes, Tarian grabbed a PADD and pulled up some information. He handed it over to Marisa and said, "Before you guys head down, have your tricorders set to scan for this chroniton flux on the surface. I believe that anywhere that there's this flux, we might have someone displaced from time or who interacted with someone out of time. Specifically, from the time where the changes were made."
Marisa looked over the information on the PADD and nodded. "Thank you. This will be very helpful." It would hopefully alert them early enough. They were forewarned and now forearmed.
Hastios gave a short nod at the captain’s order, though one corner of his mouth twitched at the phrasing.
“Stars of the show,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough to suggest he found the idea faintly ridiculous. “That’s one way to not describe an undercover insertion.”
Still, there was no hesitation in him. Orders were orders, and if the job required him to pass for a wedding guest instead of a tactical officer, he would do it.
When Tarian handed over the PADD, Hastios leaned just enough to glance at the chroniton data before looking back to the commander. “Understood,” he said evenly. “We’ll keep our scans tight and compare anything anomalous against that baseline. If someone out of time is moving among the guests, we’ll have a better chance of catching the trace before they act.”
He straightened, one hand already moving to the edge of his console to log off. Then he looked briefly toward Marisa, then C’Mila, and finally Addison, ready to follow them off the bridge.
“Let’s go get dressed for a wedding.”
Juli had flinched when the Captain first called her name for the away team. She had stayed quiet while others were volunteering. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, of course she did. She just hadn't presumed she'd be selected. She quietly regained composure and prepped her station for transfer, before stepping away. Once she was ready, she stood restless, shifting her weight, waiting to follow the Doctor's lead, doing her best to hide the sheepish grin that threatened to give her excitement away.
Marisa was last to leave the bridge, nodding once to the captain before she left.
A Joint Post By:
Major Hastios Eilfaren
Chief Security & Tactical Officer
Second Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Commander Marisa Sandoval
Executive Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Lieutenant Addison Talbert
Chief Medical Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Lieutenant C'mila Juli
Chief Science Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Lieutenant Sivek
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Lieutenant Commander Tarian Aloria
Chief Temporal Operations Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Captain Thorrin
Commanding Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Lieutenant Junior Grade Wyatt Spencer
Chief Operations Officer
Communications Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
Lieutenant Junior Grade M'Ressa
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Herodotus DTI-30656
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