Full Staff Briefing, Typhon Expanse Intel (Part 1)
Posted on Wed Apr 23rd, 2025 @ 11:44am by Captain Remy Johansen & Sub-Lieutenant Osirin Acainus & Commander Maxun Spello & Lieutenant Commander Nash Winters & Lieutenant Commander Eirly Andersen & Major Clay McEntyre III & Lieutenant Xalanth & Lieutenant Daynah Ral & Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet & Lieutenant Phaedrae Cyn & Lieutenant Ryan Keel & Lieutenant JG Jezra Siv MD
1,494 words; about a 7 minute read
Mission:
Gone, Without Ever Knowing the Way
Location: Conference Room, USS Astrea
Timeline: MD 002 0230 Hours
The Astrea was now holding position in orbit around a nearby moon in Freecloud's system, but the Captain was eager to take action on the information that Cyn had pulled from the Milano. She'd been quickly reading through what she could on the Typhon Expanse ahead of the meeting so she'd had some frame of reference for what they might be getting into. Thankfully, the Chief Operations Officer seemed to already have some familiarity.
"Lieutenant Ral," the Captain spoke as she stood up from the conn, shutting down her terminal. "The rest of the senior staff should be here shortly. Once Lieutenant Cyn briefs them on what we've potentially learned about the Dalton, I'd like to hear more about what you were thinking about the Typhoon Expanse."
"Of course Captain. Whatever is needed." She replied. Daynah knew that this was the exact reason that Alaryc's command memories were released into her mind. Although she had wished for many years that she would never again have to access the information on the Typhon expanse.
"Good. Everyone should be arriving soon. Senior staff, transfer your stations over and make your way to the conference room as you will," Remy directed. "Ensign Kerr, take the conn."
Walking over to the Security station, Eirly tapped the Ensign there on the shoulder, "All yours, Ensign." They nodded back and continued to work, allowing Eirly to walk back to where Remy and the others were, "I'll see everyone in there, I'm going to go get something to eat quickly."
The door slid open with its familiar hiss, and Lieutenant Phaedrae Cyn entered the room with her usual understated presence—shoulders back, dark uniform crisp, her long hair pulled into a simple twist that suggested she'd been too focused on her briefing notes to bother with flair.
She offered a nod to the several officers already in the room, eyes flicking from face to face—taking measure, cataloging expressions like she was reading a classified file. In her hands was a secure padd, cradled like something that could explode if treated improperly.
“Captain,” she said smoothly, taking her seat near the middle of the table. “I have the data from the Milano decrypted and ready.”
A small pause, then a glance toward Daynah Ral.
“And I’ll try to make this part quick. With any luck, I’ll be asleep before the next emergency.”
"Don't say that too loudly," Maxun responded from his seat at the long table. "The Fates might decide to have some fun at your expense.
Phaedrae didn't even look up as she scrolled through the last of her notes.
"At this point, they’d have to stand in line behind the last six emergencies, a Romulan information broker, and my caffeine withdrawal."
She looked up just enough to smirk, deadpan.
"But sure, let them try.”
First through the door was the ship's dragonian now wearing his lieutenant pips after his promotion. "Captain" he said with a polite smile as he took his seat.
"Good morning, Lieutenant." Remy nodded in return.
Osirin with a crip, newly replicated Akadian uniform stepped into the room. He was carrying a mug of steaming liquid, but it was difficult to determine exactly what it was. "Hello," he said to those already in the room before looking for a place to sit.
Clay was the next to enter. He didn't get a chance to change from his armor, phaser rifle slung at his chest. Putting his sunglasses on top of his head, he sits at his usual spot near the Captain, and across from where the 2XO would sit.
Sliding in to the Briefing Room, Keel tried to hide how tired he felt, not surprisingly as it was around three am in the morning. His normally well-groomed hair was still tousled and he sported a slight five o'clock shadow. Still, his trusty padd was in his hand, and a raktajino was in the other. He mumbled a hello, and took a seat at the far end of the table, assuming it would be empty.
Chrys entered looking like she had not been sleeping, as she was still in her uniform, and sipping the umpteenth cup of coffee of the past 24 hours. She gave a nod and took a seat.
As much as they tried to contain the swirl of hair that stuck up thanks to the "Pillowcase Hair Salon," Jezra accepted that the subtle flick of hair sitting awkwardly on the side of their head was just going to be there. No amount of water was going to fix it, and if they didn't want to be late to the briefing that fortunately dissipated a restless dream, the bedhead remnant was attending too. She quietly entered, coffee in hand, and took a seat while ignoring the tug of a wannabe headache.
Having already been awake for way too long, the adrenaline of the latest events was still fueling Eirly as she came into the conference room with a data pad under one arm, a tea in one hand and a sweet muffin in the other. She took her seat across from Clay and put her stuff on the table before rubbing under her eyes lightly.
Nash had to tear himself from his bed and his wife to attend the mission briefing. He knew that the search for USS Dalton was high priority. It was important for Nash as well, knowing that his friend and colleague was missing. He was still sleepy and foggy at 0300 hours and arrived to the conference room with coffee in hand.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Captain. Nothing like meetings in the middle of the night,” Nash said.
" I know that feeling. My youngest thought i was leaving again. " Xalanth said from his seat letting out a slight yawn as he did so.
"Thank you all for coming, and I apologize for the hour." The Captain's voice carried through the room, cutting through the small talk as the staff quieted down to listen. "We have information that may lead us to the USS Dalton, or what might be left of it, and we need to act on the information quickly. However, it will take us into the Typhon Expanse, further outside of the protections of the Federation, and from what I can gather, it's not easy terrain to navigate. All departments will need to be preparing, but in particular we can expect science, engineering, operations, and security will have extra challenges."
"I'm going to have Lieutenant Cyn explain to you what she's found. Then, ask Lieutenant Ral to give us some information about the Typhon Expanse, and then I want to open the floor for questions and concerns, or any other insight." Remy turned to Cyn. "Let's get started."
Phaedrae tapped the PADD against the table once—lightly—before placing it down and standing to address the room. The screen behind her came to life with an image from the Milano’s internal systems: a blurred, fragmented capture of the last recorded starfield from the USS Dalton before its signal went dark.
“We were able to recover telemetry fragments from the Milano’s final contact with the Dalton,” she began, voice even, her tone carrying the calm authority of someone used to delivering bad news with precision. “The Dalton had diverted course into the Typhon Expanse without clearance. No distress signal was sent—but based on what we’ve decoded, it appears there may have been a temporal distortion event during their last known entry vector.”
A few keystrokes pulled up a time-stamped overlay of star positions compared to where the Dalton should’ve been.
“This—” she gestured, “—is the moment their transponder blinked off. Not destroyed, not jammed. Just… disappeared. That kind of clean break usually means a jump. Most likely temporal.”
She gave a short breath, then looked at each of them. “I’ve also found signs in the Milano’s blackbox that suggest the Dalton wasn’t alone. There was another ship near the expanse. No Federation registry. No recognizable warp signature. And it was following them.”
Another file appeared: fragmentary sensor logs, jumbled but showing clear spatial echoes.
“We believe someone wanted the Dalton to enter the expanse. Or made sure it couldn’t leave.”
She looked to the Captain. “That’s what we know. I can start running predictive models of where the Dalton might have emerged—assuming it did. But we’re playing catch-up inside a place where time’s not guaranteed to move forward.”
Remy paused as she considered what Cyn had shared. "We should probably try to at least run simulations. Depending on what else we can pull together, and if astrometrics can give us any better idea of what we're dealing with."
"Okay, Thank you, Lieutenant." The Captain turned to her Chief of Operations. "You said something on the Bridge about it - the area being used against us. I wanted you so speak further on that."
~tbc to Part 2~
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