Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 7 The bridge was simple, and reminded him of the Defiant class of ships. The command chair was in the center, with spots for others in a semicircle in front of him. The biggest difference, and one that would only matter to someone in his profession, was that the…
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 6 Exiting the turbolift, Leon was presented with a transparent hallway. His ship, the Raven, could be seen on the other side. It was long and sleek, looking like smaller, more aggressive Defiant class ship. It was built for speed, and stealth, but weapons were identifiable all over the…
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 5 “Hey Leon!” An older, but chipper voice came through the still opening airlock to the station. Despite not being able to see who it was on the other side, he recognized it as the engineering chief, Commander O’Donnell. Once he was completely revealed, Leon gave a nod to…
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 4 His vessel was agile and nimble, so it was no surprise that the Sherlock was able to pass through the large bay doors before they were opened all the way. Leon thought he felt a slight reverberation through the hull plating as he cut close to the station’s…
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 3 A restless night sleep after studying the specifications and crew reports was expected, but Leon also knew that he didn’t have to be happy about it. Feeling lethargic, he turned to the replicator in his small bachelor style quarters. “Half litre glass of water. Five degrees celsius.” The…
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 2 Leon sat in his task chair and opened up the specifications of the Raven. Over a thousand pages of specifications, diagrams and engineering notes were at his fingertips. The ship was sleek, a profile that reminded him of a mix of the Defiant class and Talon class and…
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 1 Admiral Pine opened a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a PADD. He activated it, and then slid it across his desk towards Leon. “I don’t know if you even need this, but here are the rest of the specifications for your ship, and profiles on your…
The slate grey door slid open, and the smug face of Admiral Pine looked back. The Admiral’s office was sparsely decorated, but there were a few random niceties that helped hide its true purpose. A framed picture, which stuck out as old fashioned, sat on the large slate desk displaying an image of the Admiral’s…
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