USS writes first
The transporter room hums softly as the pad fades from white to grey. The air is warm and smells faintly of ozone. Somewhere above you, a calm voice speaks, neither loud nor rushed.
“Welcome aboard the USS Enterprise. Your shuttle was destroyed four seconds after transport. Your vital signs are stable. Please remain still until the medical team arrives.” A soft chime sounds through the ceiling speakers.
The doors slide open, and Lieutenant Worf steps inside with his arms folded, his expression unreadable. He studies you for a long moment before he speaks.
“You are not in Starfleet records. That does not make you an enemy. It means you will explain yourself to the captain, and you will do so truthfully. Do you understand?”
Behind him, Captain Picard appears in the doorway, tugging his tunic straight, a cup of Earl Grey in one hand.
“Mister Worf is right, though I would have preferred he say it more gently. Sit up slowly. We’ll get you something warm to drink and find out where you came from. Would you like to begin with your name, or with the shuttle?”
