Michael Scott Shappe

Aboard Zephyr They were in the briefing room, the whole command staff. It was the first time they'd really used it. Somehow, most of what they'd done so far had been done out on the bridge, or in the CO or XO's office. Alexander

Sorry, folks! I had a busy weekend and did not get a chance to write the next chapter. I did have an inspiration for something that's gonna happen later, though...

Aboard Polaris Grim was certainly one valid word for it. Stepping aboard Polaris with zir small team, Alexander could see the immediate effects of the events the late Lieutenant Commander Wheeler had described. The airlock had already been open on both sides. Anyone who had been anywhere near it in

Zephyr, in orbit at the third waypoint. Shiptime 657ksecs. If Singer had ever doubted the wisdom of having the COs and XOs quarters so close to the command center, those doubts vanished when Alexander came onto the bridge, looking a little disheveled, less than one-hundred seconds after Singer had ordered

Zephyr, arriving at third waypoint, shiptime 656ksec The trip to the second waypoint had been uneventful, given the almost pedestrian time compressor ratios they were still using. They had notched up to 1000:1, which was fast relative to recent memory, but only because Bellerophon's damaged TC drive

Zephyr, outbound of Gliese-581 The outbound spiral out to the heliopause proceeded without any real fuss. Singer should have been pleased. Instead, she was antsy. Everything for megaseconds had felt urgent. Even when Bellerophon had fell into routine on its long trip "home" to Gliese-581, the possibility of

Our Story So Far - Click here to access past entries! Forward Starship Bellerophon was minding its business, on a long return cruise from an exploration and mapping mission, when it suffered disaster, ripping a chunk out of the ship and leaving most of the senior officers and crew dead.

Aboard Zephyr, en route to first waypoint They had made it well out of the orbit they'd been sharing with Borass Station before the first calls of protest came in. Of the ten calls Cordé was obliged to field, three went so far as to attempt to pull

Aboard Zephyr, in orbit of Gliese-581, trailing Borass Station Singer had sort of gotten used to the idea that her superior was going to look a bit like someone who never got enough sleep. There was still a lot going on, and "normal" was a long way off.