This is my Office!

Posted on Thu Mar 12th, 2026 @ 6:33pm by Captain Violet Bluegarden & Lieutenant Commander Jo'ohn el'Ataa

1,569 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: What's Past is Present
Location: USS The Sullivans

There had been numerous reports of phantoms appearing all over the ship. So far, most of them had only been encountered inside the crew's private quarters. This far, he had not seen any in his cabin.

Currently, he was writing out another report of a sighting, when his hunter senses told him that he was not alone. Slowly looking up and around his small office, he didn't see anything, until the hologenerator of his family suddenly shifted on his desk.

Lieutenant Commander Nathan Drake certainly had his hands full. Reports had been coming in all over the ship of people dressed in drab, gray clothing suddenly appearing throughout the ship. Primarily, this had been happening in crewmembers' private quarters, though some in the enlisted berthing heard talk of something called "holodecks" that the invaders thought were meant to be located there.

Drake had been compiling the latest occurrence of invaders- for lack of a better term- showing up and was preparing a report to Captain Bluegarden on how to deal with them. However, when he arrived back at his office, he could tell that something wasn't right: His office wasn't the way he had left it.

Slowly removing his phaser from his belt, Drake cautiously made his way towards the desk, keeping his eyes peeled for anything waiting to jump him. As he reached the forward edge of the desk, he reached towards what should have been the framed picture of him and his wife from their wedding day. Instead, what he picked up was a device displaying the image of a Betelgeusian family.

"The hell...?" Drake muttered under his breath.

When he lowered the device and looked up, there it was: Another invader, dressed in the same drab clothing as all the others- sitting in his chair. Betelgeusian, like those in the picture he was holding that had replaced his own.

"Hands where I can see them, right now!" Drake ordered, raising his phaser as his law enforcement instincts kicked in.

Jo'ohn moved faster than his bulk would seem possible. He had leapt up from his desk, flew over the top of it and moved to tackle the intruder...but sailed through him and hit the far bulkhead in a crash. Turning, his drew, aimed and fired his phaser in one fluid movement..but hit nothing. The intruder was still standing there, staring at him. "Identify yourself," he stated in his official Security voice, as his eating beak clicked ked rapidly.

"Lieutenant Commander Nathan Drake:" Drake responded, still shaken that invader had attempted to both tackle him and shoot at him. Yet still, he retained his law enforcement voice and kept his phaser trained squarely on the Betelgeusian, even though it was likely his weapon was just as useless as his opponent's. "Chief of Security for the USS The Sullivans."

Jo'ohn arched an eyebrow. "No, I am the Chief Security Officer for the USS The Sullivans." As he spoke, he sniffed the air, but could not detect the other man's scent. He then noticed the uniform, and he paused. "What year is it?" He asked softly to the other man.

"Well, that's funny: I don't remember being notified that I was being relieved." Drake responded sarcastically. He looked the Betelgeusian up and down. "And your uniform doesn't look like the standard issue for 2293. Starfleet rolling out a new uniform for the new century? Looks terrible..."

This made Jo'ohn pause. "No, the uear is 2373. The Sullivans is currently bring removed from the reserves and updated, so that she can enter the fight against the Dominion."

"Recommissioned?" Drake questioned. "We were only just placed in commission four years ago."

Jo'ohn taps a few controls onto his PADD, then pulls up a history of the Federation, since The Sullivans was first commissioned. He transferred the chronology up onto the larger screen on the forward bulkhead of his office. "Read for yourself," he says calmly.

Drake looked over the chronology that Jo'ohn had displayed to him: It had started off with the Korvat negotiations with the Klingons, then went on to mention the destruction of Praxus, the signing of the Khitomer Accords, Captain Kirk's retirement, and the decommissioning of the Enterprise-A.

But then, it kept going: The Enterprise-B- which Drake knew about being near completion- was commissioned, Captain Kirk... Presumed dead? An Enterprise-C was placed in commission, and lost a Narendra III, shortly thereafter, a decades long war with a species called the Cardassians, the commissioning of an Enterprise-D, and several noted incursions by the Borg; something Drake thought was just a myth...

"Three Enterprises..." Drake muttered. "So, it's true... The Borg aren't a myth?"

This statement caused Jo'ohn to let out a heavy breath. "No," he said as his eating beak clicked angrily. "When the Borg first appeared, they nearly annihilated us. All with one ship and the stolen knowledge of the the captain of the Federation's flagship, the Enterprise-D." He paused a couple beats then continued.

"Since that first attack, the Borg have made several more incursions, always with just a single ship. Thankfully, each time, they are defeated. However, " he says with regret, "deep space probes show that, while the Borg Queen seems to be dead, the remaining members of the Collective are scattered and trying to figure out who abd what they are."

"Well, regardless, I'm sure Captain Bluegarden would be mighty proud to know her ship is still around 80 years later." Drake sighed. "Though, you said something about a recommissioning?"

Jo'ohn nodded as he replied. "The Sullivans has been in mothballs for several decades now. Unfortunately, the Federation is currently at war with a species from the Gamma Quadrant, known as the Dominion, and Starfleet is needing as many battle capable ships as possible. To that end, Captain Violet Bluegarden, the granddaughter of your Bluegarden, is currently in command and has orders to get the ship ready to enter the fray as soon as possible."

"Well, at least the ship didn't leave the captain's family." Drake said. "So, I suppose this war of yours is what brings you through the Rhydonian Nebula?"

The Betalgeusian nodded. "Actually, the ship was, until recently, stored in the mothballed reserve fleet. Command has her recommissioned as we are short of hulls in this war." Ge paused a beat, before continuing. "The war is not going as well as to be expected. The Dominion is a much stronger force than we first discovered. And now, they have joined forces with bothe the Breen and the Cardassians. We are currently outnumbered two to one. We have the Klingons on our side at the moment, but there are whispers that some incident has occurred, where the alliance was broken, further putting us in danger."

He took a breath, then continued, answering the question that was posed. "Yes," ge said with a nod. "We were using the nebula as a shortcut to get to the front lines when we started to experience your...arrivals."

"Well, in good ol' 2293, we're here in the nebula to investigate the Rhydonians' deeply held beliefs." Drake explained. "They say in the early 1520s, their forefathers witnessed a massive battle in the skies before they 'changed colors.' Now, I'm no scientist, but in my tactical-minded opinion, the fact that... You guys show up in the middle or our research suggests that there might be lingering after effects of temporal-based weaponry, possibly more advanced than either of us can comprehend."

Jo'ohn nodded thoughtfully as he listened. He then did a quick search of the ship's service history. "That's odd," he said softly, his deep baritone voice rumbling. "I'm not finding any record of the mission you describe."

"Does the Department of Temporal Investigations still exist in your future?" Drake asked curiously. "This isn't our first time working with them, and every time we're done working with them, they seal the classified data they gathered in the ship's computer. Not even I can access it... If she was decommissioned as you say... It would only be logical that they would come by and extract their classified data. I mean, if the ship's going to be put out in a reserve fleet with nobody on board for long stretches and minimal security, DTI wouldn't want somebody sneaking on board and finding all their information. That would be a major security breach..."

Jo'ohn nodded as he replied. "Though I have never interacted with them, yes, the DTI does still exist. Perhaps you are correct, in that they erased the memory banks prior, or right after, The Sullivans was decommissioned." He looked over at the former Security Chief. "Of course, given our current predicament, I imagine we will be seeing one of their officers sooner rather than later."

"I can get Agent Sanchez in here right now, if you wish." Drake said, holding up his communicator. "Like I said, we've already been operating with a DTI detail on board."

Jo'ohn considered the offer, then shook his head. "Not here. The Captain...my Captain, that is, should be included in any conversation with any member of DTI."

"As should my captain." Drake agreed. "This needs to be considered from both time periods, not just yours."

A Mission Post by

Lieutenant Commander Jo'ohn el'Ataa
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS The Sullivans
2373

Lieutenant Commander Nathan Drake
Chief Security Officer
USS The Sullivans
2293

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