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The message from the Rebels had taken some time to reach the Quadrant's Communication Array. When it did, it was garbled and distorted, but, the main meaning stood out like a Klingon at an Anti-War Protest...

"Captain's log, stardate 61821.9, I've been busy in Deep Space 12 catching up with an old friend who has visited the Beta quadrant. As it turns out, a plasma conduit burst and it stalled out departure. It has been a week but we're finally about to get under way. Our mission will entail bringing supplies from the Arian system to the Beta Cestus system. Not that we haven't been there before...end log" Julius stood up, it had been some time since their action. He was truely to go back into space...surely Kirk would have said

"...To go where no man has gone before?...Captain?" Julius turned to his Luietenant, suprise plastered on his face.

"I had a feeling you were going to say that" she replied. Julius cocked his head slightly for a second.

"Impressive...in any case, I suppose we shall be leaving...helm...bring us to warp factor 7, heading to Arian system...engage" he said, sitting down, the Millenium shot forward into space.

Captains Log
Stardate: 61553.3

We are headed out to Sector C-13 and the station has requested that weaons stay off line unless we have approval or are fired upon. it will take us aproximately 18 days to get to where we attacked the borg drones.

Although i am pleased with our new Chief Medical officer, she is straight out of the academy and has the rank of Lt. i was anxious to re-read her profile and find something and talk to her about but i wil probably talk to her instructors.

End Log

Captain Anderson looked out at the stars through the window in his quarters aboard the Deep Space 12 station. His dream the night before had made him uneasy and he was unable to get back to sleep since waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Yesterday, he and his crew had accepted a trade mission from Beta Cestus III to Arian IV and back, and were set to depart from Deep Space 12 early this morning, but Captain Anderson had a bad feeling about the outcome of the mission.

Thomas Anderson, captain of the SS Eversor, sat staring out his window on Stardate 61556.6, about to depart for the Beta Cestus System. The proverbial storm clouds brewing on the perceived horizon.

'this is the orwell to ds 12 reporting end of trade mission. lumber has been unloaded on to the planet' kal reported over the long distsnce communciation. 'we will be staying at the planet for a time . we would like permission for another cargo run between the planets . orwell out'

Deathseide turned to Chennah after hearing Serath's report, saying, "Lieutenant Chennah, please open hailing frequencies to DS 12."
With her usual smooth answer of, "Yes Sir." she does, and a few seconds later the channel is open.
Deathseide says, "This is the USS Far Seeker to Deep Space 12."
A second later, the face of a young human officer comes on screen, and says, "This is Deep Space 12 to the USS Far Seeker, how may we help you?"
He replies, saying, "Requesting departure clearance, destination, Arian IV."
The young officer looks down as he enters something into a comp, then says, "Request approved, prepare for disengagement of clamps in ten seconds."
With a nod, Deathseide says, "Thank you." before turning his head, saying to Chennah, "Close channel."
A moment later, the screen went blank, then came up to the foreward view.
a few seconds later, the slight shudder indicated the clamps had disengaged, so Deathseide says, "Helmsman, half reverse thrusters, take us out."
Deathseide watches as the Far Seeker slowly backs away from the dock, the once immense form of DS 12 starting to take shape again as a station.
Deathseide then says, "Take us about, heading for Arian IV, full impulse until we reach safe distance from DS 12, then take us to warp 6."
With a "Sir." the helmsman complied, and within moments, the Far Seeker enters warp, heading for Arian IV.
Activating the ships log, Deathseide says, "Ships log, stardate 61574.1, Captain Deathseide reporting. We have recieved orders to take on a trade mission between Arian IV and Beta Cestus III, we are currently en route to Arian IV and should arrive in approximately thirty seven days, our mission is to pick up medical supplies for the colonist still on Beta Cestus III, Once we reach Beta Cestus III, we are to transport the medical supplies to a refugee camp, and in return, transport lumber back to Arian IV. however, we are also to find as many refugee camps as possible each trip, and determine how many are ready to be evacuated. End log."
After deactivating the log, Deathseide leans back in the captain's chair, rubbing his temples where a throbbing headache has started, and mentally cursing himself for having so much romulan ale.
He gets up, saying to Serath, "I will be in my cabin, if you need me."
Serath replies, saying, "Yes sir."
Giving Serath a nod, Deathseide leaves the bridge, making his way to his cabin, where he sits on the edge of his bed, and silently wishes that there was a hangover remedy for Caitians, as the standard ones do not work.

Mission Complete
Stardate 61506.9