As Chris sat in the command chair he looked at the Nova Class bridge. It had been modernized at the Devron Ship Yards while Chris was held up requesting his crew. Most of his crew was on a mission with the USS Powhatan, but would be transferring over once it was completed.

“Captain, long range sensors are picking up the Powhatan, Sir, she seems to be in distress.” Reported Frances Heron, his senior most Science officer at the moment.

“Confirming readout…” Aiyana his helmswoman said.

Moments later his Operations officer reported a Distress call coming in from the Ship, the CO, a long time friend and colleague was requesting assistance.

“Peacegrove, set course, maximum warp. Have Sickbay standing by.” The Captain Ordered.

“Sir, we do not have a sickbay crewed to stand-by, just the EM-H.” replied Heron.

“That’ll have to do, and you Mr. Heron, don’t you have Triage?” Captain Dawson asked.

“Triage III, sir.” Heron smiled proudly. “I was going to go…”

“Later Lieutenant, you’re the Acting Medical Officer too now. Red Alert.” barked the CO as he took his seat.

He watched as everyone took their stations, as the necells of the Nova class starship lit the surrounding space, and warped as fast as she could, like a daughter to her dying fathers side… to help.