The Aftermath

Posted on 2025, Fri Aug 15th, @ 9:05am by Vice Admiral Jack Reacher Jr & Commander T'lara Parton & Commander Cormac Situs & Commander Ardon Devasia & Fleet Captain Dean House

1,155 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 1A "Shadows of the Empire"
Location: Admiral’s office aboard the Halo
Timeline: 1 Hour In Mirror universe(Before Refitting USS Halo to ISS Halo)

T'lara stood there, listening to her captain and the admiral discuss the game plan on how to proceed. The U.S.S. Halo was now in a stange world, no Starfleet Frequencies were working, and everything seemed off.

Dean took a breath for a moment to let Christopher finish what he was saying. "We still don't know how we got here and that needs to be the first thing we figure out. After that, how to get back home."

"I agree, but we must keep our Starfleet presence hidden, or we might end up like the Defiant in 2268, which was not a good situation. Therefore, we will go undercover and essentially turn this ship into the ISS Halo. Are there any questions?" Jack asked.

"Admiral, permission to speak freely sir?" T'lara asked, her blonde hair glinting softly from around her pointed ears.

"Granted," Jack told her.

T'lara stepped forward, handing the Admiral a data pad, " Ships sub space monitoring systems detacted these readings in the nebulae. They didn't apear to be much at the time, but they might have something to do with our being drug into the mirror universe, sir." The subspace monitoring systems had been installed after the discovery of the subspace damage caused by primitive warp designs by the U.S.S. Enterprise D. "The gathered readings show that a gravimetric anomaly acurred in subspace just before the Halo was sucked into the portal that lead them here."

"Interesting, Have you talked to Science about this?" Jack asked.

"Admiral, the Science department is who brought this to me" she stated. "They are attempting to break down the data now."

"Bring Commander Situs in Please" Jack ordered.

Ardon smiled. That sounded promising.

Situs bolted to the Admiral's office, his meal half finished in the officer's mess. Still warm. This was a priority. "Gentlemen" he whacked the cape with the back of his hand, still unsure what to do with it. "I understand there's some, unusual readings floating around?"

"Seems to me everything about this situation is unusual," Ardon replied.

"Right you are, doctor" Situs was flipping through the readings that were handed to him. "And there's a good reason for it, those do not have my signature. Therefore they were not cleared by me. Whoever handed these to you, went behind my back to do so." He let the pad drop in the table. "Perhaps a traditional Empire punishment could be arranged." He could only mask his ruined day with a joke. A disaster in his eyes on par with them being stranded in another universe.

"T'lara had some ideas based on those readings, T'lara?" as Reacher said this he grabbed a the padd with the data and skimmed through it.

"It is my department's job to interpret the data" Situs announced. "Laymen looking at it will most definitely reach wild conclusions. I assure you, when I find who leaked those he's going to wish this was an Empire ship"

He already had a very conclusive theory of what happened. But it was not a good idea to voice it.

"Then Situs while we are gone, Work with T'Lara, get us a way home, Is that understood?" Jack asked.

''Yes sir." His appetite, gone.

"You know we have replicators. That's more than easily enough to blend in. We could even try to go ahead and make the hull have a full holographic grid and change our appearance that way. As necessary. It's been done since the NX era." Dean smiled lightly.

Ch’atrim D’ghockaK stood resolute beside Admiral Reacher, her Klingon blood pulsing with the need for action. As flag staff aide, her duty was to ensure the Admiral’s orders were executed flawlessly, even in this dishonorable mirror universe where the USS Halo was stranded. Being tagged into this briefing without warning—likely a petty slight—stoked her warrior’s temper, but her honor demanded focus.

“Admiral Reacher, Captain House, Commander T’lara,” she declared, her voice a low growl, “as your aide, I’ve coordinated with Engineering since we were torn into this realm. The warp core holds, but a slight instability in the plasma conduits suggests a link to the gravimetric anomaly Commander T’lara reported. I’ve ordered a full diagnostic—give me Science’s raw data, and I’ll ensure it’s analyzed to hunt this portal’s source.”

She locked eyes with Commander Situs, her gaze unyielding. “Commander, your subspace readings are critical. Deliver them to me for distribution to Engineering, or we lose time to this universe’s treachery. A Klingon does not tolerate inefficiency, and neither should Starfleet.”

To Captain House, she gave a curt nod. “Captain, your holographic grid idea is cunning, but it risks our power reserves. As flag staff aide, I can prioritize its setup to mimic the ISS Halo, but we must balance it against weapons and propulsion. Your guidance is needed.”

T'lara simply sat back and listened. Her eye brow rose in that stereotypical Vulcan way, but she kept her mouth shut as those around the table held thier meeting. All the while, she ran the anomaly through her mind, trying to determine why it looked familiar.

"T'lara, Thoughts?" Reacher asked the Vulcan.

" I think that we may be her a long time Admiral. Unless we can get to the rift used by the Defiant, we have no reliable way home." She said, arms folding in agrivation

''Moving through universes is by definition unreliable. If one were to find a way to do it on command then it would be a discovery that rendered even warp travel obsolete. And Captain, the NX days were 200 years ago. Any child's tricorder can detect holographic signals these days. I wouldn't rely on them to hide us from anything that's using more than their eyes to scan us"


"Given or not, we’re still going down to the surface," Reacher told the group, taking a sip of coffee. "By the time I get back, I want at least a few possible ideas. Now—if the away team doesn’t report in by a certain time, it means the shit has officially hit the fan."

He leaned forward, a wry grin on his face. "Which also means you’re gonna have to show up, blow shit up, and leave. We’ve already checked off the first box....I think we just found Task Group 132 unofficial motto."

"Admiral, spoken like a true tarran. However, I would suggest a bout of caution. As much as I admire your human instinct and drive, you must admit, if you get hurt sir, we are in big trouble as the tarrans will be able to find out you are not of this world." T'lara was cautious and yet still stern in her assessment of the Admiral's plan.


"Then have an tracker on me, sign of danger beam team back, Let Roll, Away Team Assemble in Transporter Room" Jack stated

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