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STC: From Romulus With Love: PrologueSTC: From Romulus With Love: Prologue by DrOfDemonology
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
April 16, 2270
Sitting next to a console in main engineering, Cera Rigel watched the roiling, shifting colours of the warp core. Although Calypso’s warp reactor was at least a century in advance of what Starfleet had, its fuel was the same: antimatter. It also used dilithium crystals to channel the antimatter. That said, its efficiency was outstanding. To say nothing of the fact that Cêtarii technology allowed them to regenerate the expensive crystals. Cera swivelled her chair and tapped a button on the control panel.
“Captain’s starlog, April sixteenth, twenty-two seventy,” she said, smiling. “It’s been fourteen weeks now since we left our Cêtarii hosts and began the long voyage home. And in that time we’ve covered an incredible six hundred light-years. My old ship would have required fourteen months to cross the same distance.”
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: EpilogueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Epilogue by DrOfDemonology
San Francisco, Earth
April 4, 2270
Admiral James Komack entered the reception area of Admiral Morgan Rigel’s office and immediately noticed that the office furniture wasn’t Starfleet regulation – it was all real wood. Something that he felt was unnecessary and even ostentatious. Not strictly against regulations, but he disapproved nonetheless. Behind the reception desk was a lieutenant of Chinese ancestry and a very attractive one at that. She immediately stood.
“Good afternoon, Admiral.”
Komack gave a nod. “Lieutenant. Where’s Admiral Rigel?”
“Waiting for you in his office, sir. I’ll announce you.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Komack walked past her, gave the old-fashioned wooden door leading to Morgan’s office a single knock (more ostentatious decoration as far as he was concerned) and went in wit
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 6STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 6 by DrOfDemonology
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
March 24, 2270
After two days on the ocean world, Cera decided that her crew had had enough and they resumed their previous course. The planet simply wasn’t what they’d hoped for. There weren’t any proper waves for Kona to surf, Garadun and Magik found it too hot, and the extremely long day-night cycle wasn’t something anyone enjoyed. The marine life was interesting, but Cera didn’t have the time for proper research. Magik was the one who found the world and therefore she had the right to name it. But because she couldn’t talk, it fell to Garadun to speak for her. They named it Drip.
Everyone had plenty of spare time on their hands. Kona spent at least a few hours of each day in the holoroom, surfing. Cera and Nessa’s love life was very passionate, and they whiled away many pleasant hours in bed. Not only in their quarters but also in the holoroom, using its capabilities to provide assorted