Caught in a web called love.

[Randomman]

Space. One of the last frontiers humankind has yet to fully venture. It's a time of adventure and discovery. A time when the possibilities seem as endless as the twinkling far off stars across the black ocean we call space. But even in these wonderfully exciting times there are clouds of fear and the chill of what might raise from some dark corner of the quadrant and destroy what we all treasure, love, and hold dear to us.

Our freedom and individuality.

The Brog.

The very name of that pseudo-race of cybernetic beings strikes fear of the most brave officers. There flat matter of fact cyborg like warning of "Resistance is futile." was enough to bring many Federation core worlds to a panic/security like state. A "Trouble in paradise." kind of feeling.

Even now as the U.S.S. Aotearoa circles around a derelict Brog cube. The awaiting away team fears swarm around there minds on the unexpected chance that the empty ship is nothing more than a vile trap.

[Randomman]

Captain Alva Pennington was in a mighty proud mood. Even with her crews eyes plagued with the spec of fear. The Antearoa officer's put on a brace face and saluted there passing Captain in an even stronger show of spirit. Alva couldn't help a smile from showing on her face at her crews show of willpower. The very thought of passing through the last set of corridors and giving the awaiting men and woman of her away team a speech of much needed strength and courage on there mission into the derelict Brog cube. Made Captain Pennington heart beat with a warm glow of excitement. Peeping up the crew.It's what Captains live for! Alva smiled at her inner thoughts as if she could already hear the sounds and see the sights of her awaiting team shine with a safe golden sign that glowed-

"In short. Everything is going to be alright. Our mission will not only be a success on scavenging what materials we can find on the derelict Brog vessel. Our scans have shown an uncertain but possible results that there might be survivors on board. and if they turn about to be drones. We shall avenge our honored Starfleet brothers and sisters what they give there lives in Battle of Wolf 359. Whatever the results we will bring back what we need to save and prepare ourselves for the next encounter with the enemy and we will win! We are Starfleet and the Brog, there conquest of the organics is futile!"

The away team cheered as Chief medical officer Commander Alexander D'eon fished her very encouraging speech.

"Ah Captain. There you are."

Chief D'eon nodded as she saw Alva standing by the entrance of the transporter room door.

"As soon as I saw the faces of the away team I couldn't help but be remove my silence and give them a good talking to. A patient body is not the only thing we at medical bay try to heal. The state of a patients mind is just as important to us."

Captain Pennington smiled. She was a little bummed that Alexander beat her to cheering up the troops. But she has certainly not mad at her.

"Making sure our teams health both in mind and body is what you do best D'eon. I'm not going to scold you for doing you're job. Having our away teams resolve and mind focused on the mission at hand is all that matters."

The Commander made a small smile.

"Though-you made quite an impressive speech. Maybe you should be the one leading this mission."

D'eon face became quite a deal more serious.

"Medical is where I'm best needed Captain. I'm a doctor, not the royal guard."

Alva chuckled at those words.

"Are sure? You'd make quite the soldier Alex."

Soon a bumbling Daniel somehow made his way to the transport room carrying a great deal of blades in urn.

" Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight "

D'eon made a face at the man.

Why was he always singing that song around her?

"Daniel what's with the kendo blades? You know I can't have you with us on the away mission. What with Rush being busy at the moment and Davis being sick with the Manson."

Alva folded her arms all serious business like.

"You're place is on manning the bridge while D'eon and I are with the away team."

The cake lover's face started to show signs of protest.

"No butts!"

With that The Lt. Commander pouted his way back to the bridge while dragging his kendo blade stuffed urn behind him.

"Should we head off Captain?"

Pennington sighed steeped up to the transporter where the team was waiting for them.

"Aye get ready to beam down everyone."

The crew straightened there attention back up after that cakey distraction.

The engineer starts finishing any last precise transport modifications. As D'eon took her place next to the Captain.

"What am I going to do with with Alex?"

Alva sighed again.

"Straighten him out and if that fails let me give him a lecture or two. I'm good with a hypo too you know?"

Alva chuckled a few laughs as D'eon smiled.

Pennington turned her head around as she heard the sound of small nervous hands clutching onto a phaser rifle.

"Keep it cool um..?"

"Ensign Emma, Captain. I'm with security."

Alva and D'eon had to put on a smile. They clearly didn't feel well that a child around Emma's age should be holding a rifle let alone be in a dangerous job as security.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I'm just a little nervous is all.."

The young Ensign took a quick nervous glance to the floor to advert her attention from there smiling faces.

"You'll do fine. Just stick with the team and fight as strong as I know you all can Emma."

The fresh from the academy security Ensign seemed to peep up at her words.

"Yes, Captain!"

Pennington and D'eon smiled brighter now.

Just making one perion stand up makes all the difference...

The Captain grinned as the engineer gave the cue for transport was ready.

"Energize!"

With a flash of light and an atmosphere with a temperature of 39.1 °C, 92% relative humidity, an atmospheric pressure of approximately 102 kPa, and trace amounts of tetryon particles. They were now in the domains of the Derelict Brog Cube.

On reflex Captain Alva Pennington sighed as she armed her phaser.

"Well, well, well. Here we go again."