Star Trek Story Chapter 1
The Miranda Class Federation Starship U.S.S. Independence NCC-1776
slowly made it's way through space at impulse speed. On the bridge
of
the ship everything was calm, and quiet other than the usual beeping,
and humming of computer consoles. Sitting in the Captain's Chair was a
6'5" 300 pound muscularly built male Anthropomorphic Panther with dark
green eyes. On his lap was a log recorder.
"Captain's log, Stardate 9521.6. We've just finished establishing
peaceful relations with the native people of the Nimoy system, who
contacted us, just as we were passing through their region of space. How
they knew we were in their sector, I'll never know. I beamed down, and
met with their leader, a rather frail elderly gentleman by the name of
Leonard. Leonard expressed great interest in his people joining the
Federation, so now, the Independence crew, and I are on our way back to
Earth for a long needed rest after having been out here in space for
four years without a break. This will give me time to present the
petition of the Nimoyians to the Federation Council purrrrsonally. I
hope the Nimoyians will be allowed to join.
Captain Panther
picked up his his 12 String Acoustic Guitar from the nearby Guitar
stand, and started strumming it as as a subspace signal came through.
Communications Officer Lieutenant Natasha Wyatt answered the call.
"Captain. Urgent message from the Excelsior."
"On screen," Captain Panther told her.
The screen turned on, and the visage of Captain Sulu, and his bridge crew could be seen.
"Hikiru. This is certainly unexpected, but not unwelcome," the Panther
said. It is then that he saw the rather grim expressions on the
Excelsior bridge crew's faces, so he put his guitar back onto it's stand
again.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Bad news, I'm afraid, Jarak" Sulu told Captain Panther. "Praxis has exploded."