Stardate: 70721:1448
Title: Arrival of the Unfit
Author: Federation Associated Press, Dreiten Erax
Time: During "Decisions"
Scene: USS Sumida, Danube-class runabout


The Betazoid journalist leaned back in his seat aboard the small vessel, beginning to approach the USS Horizon. He had been... overseeing, to some degree or another, the last few operations of the aforementioned Starship. He had a brief, in fact very brief, 'career' aboard the USS Exeter and along with a few others he had been transferred here to now begin to send back the story of the USS Horizon to the rest of the Federation.

He thought to himself slowly, shaking his brown moppy hair out of his eyes as he did so. Finally he moved to the back of the vessel, into a small passenger chair to himself.

"Computer, resume file. Dreiten Erax, Federation News Correspondent, personal log, Stardate 70721:1448."

"The others aboard are being sent to far more... mundane positions. I'm being sent to the vessel that appears to be located close to a detected temporal distortion, having returned recently from monitoring something that I believe to be overly similar to a Dyson Sphere. Perhaps they are about to embark on some sort of near Mirror Universe return of crewman from an alternative timeline. I don't know if I am correct on all of this, or if it's even right of me to approach at the moment, but I doubt that has ever stopped me before.
End."

He walked back up to the front, looking at an Arcturian who was to be transferred to an aforementioned 'mundane' position. He chuckled a bit to himself before turning to the replicator and glaring at it.

"Computer, a plate of Oskoids, large, steaming. Add to this an uttaberry crepe and... what have I never tried yet... strange question to ask when I'm ordering Betazoid food anyways...."

<Please restate the question>

He shook his head. "Computer, large plate of steaming Oskoids, an uttaberry crepe, and Bolian tonic water."

The dish and glass materialized onto a tray, selected by him over the tactile interface. He took the platter of steaming leaves onto the tray and walked back to his chair. He then thought to himself, setting them down, and walking again to the back. It seemed he was not ready to be seated as the helmsman of the tiny vessel was assuring him to do. Nevertheless he made sure everything he needed was gathered into containers to be shipped - his wardrobe, a model of his old home of Deep Space Station K7, what seemed to be various actual printed books, several personal effects, a sort of wooden board with wheels strapped to it, and two cases of the Ferengi drink 'Slug-o-Cola.'

As the Danube-class finally made a slow approach, fearful of what Erax had warned reguarding 'temporal anomolies', the Betazoid chuckled to himself, singing something under his breath.

"It's the slimiest cola in the Galaxy..."


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Dreiten Erax
Civilian Journalist
USS Horizon
NCC-72400
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