The Future Has Arrived (Part 1)

Posted on Mon Sep 15th, 2025 @ 10:02pm by Captain Maho Takahashi & Captain Ryosuke Takahashi 'Ry' & Commander Keisuke Takahashi 'K.T.' & Commander Ichika Misono & Lieutenant Commander Kurumi Ebisuzawa & Lieutenant Ami Rori & Lieutenant JG Jane Sinclair & Master Chief Petty Officer William Pitsenbarger & Lieutenant Minerva Zephyrin
Edited on on Mon Sep 15th, 2025 @ 10:03pm

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Mission: The Next Myogi
Location: Unknown
Timeline: Unknown

Previously, on Star Trek: Myogi:

At this point, a red-uniformed man finally revealed himself, having extricated himself from under the aft engineering console. A head of neat and tidy black hair made his way down to the starboard ramp into the command pit. Keisuke knew those stern dark blue eyes even before he had stepped into the command pit, fully revealing his identity:

Ryosuke Takahashi came to a stop at the edge of the command pit and faced the viewscreen, clasping his hands behind his back in a professional manner. His face was dirty, and the shoulders of his uniform were noticeably stained by electrical soot, but it was him.

"Captain Takahashi:" Ryosuke finally acknowledged his visitors from the past before turning his head towards Keisuke standing off to the side of the Myogi's command pit. "Keisuke: ...It's been a long time: Welcome to the 25h century... Or, rather, what's left of it..."

And now, the continuation!

Military Log - Captain Ryosuke Takahashi: United Starship Myogi Alpha:

While rendering assistance to the USS Invincible in the 811 badlands, the Myogi has encountered an unusual radiation anomaly from which has emerged a ghost from its own past - the missing New Orleans class cruiser which is the direct predecessor of this destroyer.

End log.

“Oh my god,” Jane said, staring at the ship in front of them. The Myogi-A. It implied so much. Were they…dead? What did the public think happened to them? What did their families think? She got herself back under control and maintained stationkeeping.

"That can't be right..." Kurumi muttered to herself as she checked the registry herself from the tactical console. She didn't want to believe it, but there it was clear as day.

"Ryosuke..." Maho finally muttered, looking at her brother-in-law with an air of uncertainty. She had only just spoken to him a few weeks ago after Braxus, and now here he was, in command of a ship that appeared to be her ship's direct successor and looking like he was carryig around who knows what kind of emotional trauma in those bags under his eyes. "Do you have any idea what the hell just happened?"

Almost five seconds passed before Ryosuke spoke again:

"Unfortunately, I'm just as in the dark as you are:" He said. "We were just finishing up rendering assistance to the USS Invincible, which had drifted out here into the 811 badlands. My Chief of Ops has experience with those Armitage class ships- having previously served on one herself. The repairs had just been completed within the last half hour when the anomaly you entered suddenly appeared. Unfortunately, it seems as if your sudden appearance sent out a radiation shockwave that has damaged most of our primary systems. It might take us days to fully restore power, but I'm afraid we don't have that long: This matter is urgent, and time is short: I must brief you- all of you- on this immediately. The shockwave has knocked out our transporters, if you care to give us a hand?"

"That presumes we're in any shape to be rendering assistance, Captain," Ichika quietly advised.

Maho seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"Ryosuke..." She began again, but realized that it was likely unprofessional to keep referring to him informally: "Captain, with all due respect, you've got to give us a little time to take stock of what we still have: I mean, the bridge is smashed, the computers inoperative..."

"Time is a luxury that neither one of us has." Ryosuke folded his arms with a disapproving look. "I shall consult with flight control and see if we have any shuttles operational. You'd better hope for both our sakes that you still have a functioning shuttlebay or airlock."

And without further communication, the connection terminated, and the viewscreen reverted to the previous view of the 'Myogi-A's' exterior.

First Sergeant Kasso looked at the two corpsman she had brought with her, she nodded and they slung their compression phaser rifles and unslung their medical packs to begin attending to the wounded. Kasso, once satisfied her corpsman were busy and performing their assigned task, stepped over to the C.O.B. station and did a cursory glance. Things looked bad.
Hearing the brief but abrupt conversation she turned to the captain “Shall I notify security and marine teams to prepare for visitors, captain?” Kasso was itching for a stand up fight in which she could lead her marines.

"Talk with Captain Beurling first." Maho ordered. "And remember, you marines are only to be on standby unless needed."

[Deck Six, Crew Mess and Triage/Safety zone]

Master Chief Petty Officer William Pitsenbarger had made it to deck six and the crew mess. All around him there was the flow of medical and damage control teams. As he approached the doors leading into the mess he saw a young Petty Officer 3rd class next to an extremely burned individual. He knelt down and checked the pulse on the burned individual, whom he recognized as a human male, there was none. Looking up at the Petty Officer, an attractive human brunette female with a smoke streaked face, he recognized her. “Petty Officer Winters; please release the patients hand. He is black tagged.” He watched as she slowly put the hand down next to the triage badges she had. She made no move to tag the body. William reached over and grabbed a tag, ripping it to the black as he did so. “You knew this individual?” he inquired. She just nodded as tears started down her checks. “Okay, I want you to go over to the green stagging and take a few moments to collect yourself. Wish I could give you more time but the ship and crew need us. Take over as medic to the greens and I’ll assign someone to triage.” He then motioned to another medic, whispering to the young Bolian male what he had just said. He watched as the two made their way over to the green stagging area. Looking about to see who was managing the controlled chaos he saw Chief Warrant Officer 2nd Class Samuels, he made his way over to the sturdy Scotsman.

To be continued...

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