Lost and Found
Posted on Sun Mar 8th, 2026 @ 7:01pm by Captain Patricia Cooke & Lieutenant Charlotte E. "Charlie" Yeager & I-402 & Commander Katrina Chance & Lieutenant Commander Andrew Star & Lieutenant Commander Lahki Bakshi Dr & Lieutenant Akira Kogami & Lieutenant Alice Penrose & Captain Jacob Rye
Edited on on Sun Mar 8th, 2026 @ 7:02pm
1,762 words; about a 9 minute read
Mission: Ghost Starship
Captain's log,
On the trip out to the coordinates I-402 has provided, I have cross-referenced various Galaxy class ships that have gone missing over the years. Based on what our guest has told me, I looked back at disappearances that occurred during the era of Picard and the Enterprise-D.
It is my opinion that the most likely vessel this derelict could be is the USS Hindenburg, which went missing shortly after Wolf 359. However, only time will reveal this derelict's identity to us...
End of log:
Not too long after departing from the Starbase, the Missouri dropped out of warp at the coordinates I-402 had calculated based on the rate of drift observed by Dave. If their derelict was anywhere, it should be here.
Patricia had been alerted that they were approaching the coordinates, and had retaken her seat on the bridge.
"Well, here we are:" Patricia narrated aloud. "If it's anywhere, it should be here."
[Engineering]
Andrew knew his place wasn't on the bridge... Unless a bulkhead exploded without his knowledge. He remained in his kingdom, mainly engineering, preparing to meet this mysterious Galaxy starship.
=A=Bridge to Commander Starr,"=A= came Lieutenant Kogami's voice over the Comms.
The red haired Engingeer was hovering over the matter/energy Systems Specialist, who was mixing the warp engines' anti-matter, ensuring the warp engines powered down. Andrew was a trained biochemist and industrial engineer. If this were a second-hand warp core, he'd be able to mix the antimatter no problem... Then the second officer came over the interior comm systems. "=/\= Go for Andrew.=/\=" The Chief Engingeer repiled.
=A=Seeing as you're the most scientifically-inclined of our bridge staff, we were wondering if we could get a professional opinion up here?=A= Akira asked. =A=Based on Mister Jones's calculation, where do you think would be the best place to start looking for this thing?=A=
The probes Akira sent out, Andrew said, he'd lend his experience, looking over the data. Though he'd disagree with 'scientifically-inclined', a jack of trades perhaps, giving his scavengering, engingeering and science background. Scurrying away to his office. "=/\= We know it's a Galaxy Class, hopefully it was refitted in the Dominion Cold War. Switch sensors to magneton scanner setting and look for electro-plasma, it's gonna be super faint but should stand out on magneton scanner setting!" His fingers were crossed that this would work, but he had other solutions.
=A=Much appreciated, Commander,"=A= Lieutenant Kogami replied. =A=Bridge out.=A=
[Bridge]
"Prepare to launch probes!" Patricia ordered. "Hopefully Mister Star is onto something here..."
Perhaps, if it was something magneton scanners could pick up, the derelict in question wasn't the Hindenburg after all, Patricia thought to herself.
Captain Jacob Rye stood near the aft tactical alcove, out of the command well and clear of the science stations. He hadn’t taken a seat. Marines rarely did on bridges not their own.
The Missouri had dropped cleanly from warp, and now the vast black stretched across the main viewer — empty, patient, indifferent.
Probes deployed in silent arcs, their telemetry beginning to populate the displays in faint streams of data. Officers leaned into their work. Calculations. Cross-references. Sensor sweeps.
Rye watched the drift vectors scroll past on the secondary tactical feed.
A Galaxy-class hull didn’t simply vanish. Not without debris. Not without a story written in wreckage and radiation.
This region was too still.
Too orderly.
He shifted his weight slightly, boots planted firm against the deck plating. Arms folded loosely behind his back, expression unreadable.
He wasn’t looking for a ship.
He was looking for what didn’t belong.
And so far, the absence of it all felt heavier than if they’d found twisted duranium immediately.
Something about the coordinates — the precision of them, the quiet of the surrounding space — tugged at instinct more than reason.
Rye said nothing.
But in the back of his mind, contingency plans were already lining up in careful sequence.
"I've got something on sensors!" Charlie reported. "Matches the description of a Galaxy class alright..."
"Open a hailing frequency:" Patricia ordered. "Let's see if we can get their attention:"
The Ops officer's fingers glided along the smooth surface of their console.
"Hailing frequency open, Captain:"
"Attention, unknown vessel: This is the Starship Missouri, please identify yourself immmediately." Patricia spoke.
Several seconds passed with no response.
"This is the Federation Starship Missouri, raising vessel unknown, please respond." Patricia spoke again.
"They are not responding to our hails, Captain." Ops reported.
While attempting to raise the unknown vessel, a large object slowly loomed into view on the viewscreen. Its mass blotted out the stars and it seemed to be right in the Missouri's path.
"My God, look at the size of that thing..." Akira gasped in wide-eyed disbelief.
Patricia suddenly noticed that they were heading right towards the object quite quickly.
"Son of a bitch!" Patricia exclaimed. "HELM, FULL STOP!"
Charlie commanded the Missouri's engines into a full stop, the Bellerophon class starship coming to a halt mere feet from the other vessel.
"I want a full scan of that vessel:" Patricia ordered. "I'd like to know what the hell we almost just hit..."
Patricia gave a rather scornful glance in Akira's direction for being so distracted by the size of the object that she failed to mention that they were about to collide with it.
Akira shot Patty a dirty glance in turn (evidently, it wasn't Security's business to keep the ship from flying into things) before shifting her attention over to her terminal.
"Scanning now," She reported as she keyed the command into the tactical interface. A few moments of silence passed before the console suddenly chirped.
"Got an ID on the hull number," Akira announced. "It's definitely Federation; registry number is NCC-71937- United Star Ship Hindenburg..."
She glanced up. "I think we found it, Patty."
"Any lifesigns?" Alice asked breathlessly as she looked on. The counsellor had shifted closer to the edge of her seat, quite literally with bated breath, her concern for what they might find showing on her usually calm features. Or more to the point, what they might not find.
"Highly unlikely," Akira surmised as she began to scan for lifesigns. "With how long this thing's likely been adrift, you'd think there would've been some effort by the crew to try and contact SFC..."
the console chirped and Akira leaned in to get a better look.
"Nope; nothing," she sighed. "Looks like this thing is..."
her voice trailed off as the screen suddenly displayed a small red blip flashing somewhere amidships.
"Wait, what the hell...?"
"What is it?" Patricia asked.
Akira looked to Patty, then back over at the screen, only to find that the anomaly had completely disappeared.
She shook her head. "...Never mind; must've been a computer bug or something."
"Whatever it was, let's hope the systems failures don't progress from there..." Patricia said. "We should probably get an away team on board and make sure she hasn't deteriorated to the point where she's going to fly apart the moment we try and put a tractor beam on her."
Without missing a beat, Katrina rose from her chair. She had been considering this move for several hours. The right team was always essential for any one task, and her analytical mind had been running through all the possibilities. The first, that this was a derelict vessel, what seemed to her to be the most likely possibility. The second, that there could somehow be survivors on a ship that was so badly damaged, they couldn't move and couldn't call for help. Since there was no sign of survivors medical wouldn't obviously be necessary. But if there were bodies, it would be useful to know how they died.
Then there was the sensor blip. Katrina believed computers malfunctioned, and that would be the logical explanation for it. But her intuition told her otherwise. This was a coincidence among a sea of questions, but she wasn't going to take any chances.
The exec glanced towards the back of the bridge, spotting their marine chief, then nodded. "Mr. Wry," her implant stated flatly. "You're with me."
As she moved, Katrina's mind was still working. There were two tasks left she wanted to accomplish. Making sure the ship wasn't a flight risk was one of them. The other? They needed to retrieve the ship's logs from the main computer, or hell even the black box if necessary. She tapped her communicator.
=A=This is Commander Chance. I-402, Lieutenant Commander Star and Doctor Bakshi, report to transporter room 2. Mr. Star, assemble an engineering team.=A=
Lahki heard the Comms come through her badge. She grabbed a med kit, and headed for the door. "Lieutenant, you have watch," she said, to her Assistant. She made her way quickly to Transporter Room 2. "Hello," she said, entering, and taking her place. "What's going on?" She asked.
I-402 had been on the bridge, monitoring the ship's systems when she was instructed to join Commander Chance for the away team. Leaving the engineering station she had been occupying on the bridge, the AI quickly joined the XO on the trip to the turbolift.
Andrew didn't send an acknowledge signal back; he should have done, but he was too busy assembling a team. He didn't know his staff's strengths and weaknesses. The chosen engineers he selected, he hoped, had more strengths than weaknesses.
"What about me, Commander?" Akira asked, glancing over at Katrina as she made her way over to the turbolift.
Katrina paused by the lift and turned, her finger hovering by the call button. She considered Akira's request for a moment. Only a moment. Then she nodded her ascent. "Alright," she acknowledged. "Kogami, you're with us."
"I'll get at team ready, then," Akira nodded as she got up and moved to join Katrina in the lift.
A Mission Post By
Captain Patricia Cooke
Commanding Officer
USS Missouri
Commander Katrina Chance
Executive Officer
USS Missouri
Lieutenant Akira Kogami
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Second Officer
USS Missouri
Lieutenant Commander Andrew Star
Chief Engineer
USS Missouri
Lieutenant Commander Lahki Bakshi
Chief Medical Officer
USS Missouri
Lieutenant Charlotte E. "Charlie" Yeager
Assistant Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Missouri
Lieutenant Alice Penrose
Chief Counselor
USS Missouri
Captain Jacob Rye
Marine Commander
USS Missouri
I-402
Computer Interface
USS Missouri
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