Midnight Call

Posted on Fri Feb 6th, 2026 @ 7:53am by Treon Brevor

471 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Second Light
Location: SS Starburst

=/\= Starburst =/\=

It was late at night. Treon was in her quarters, sitting in an armchair in her pajamas, trying to read.

The lights were low, with only one lamp on her PADD.

But her eyes kept straying to the viewport, where she could see the stars streaking by.

In a few days, they'll arrive at the planet where Piper was located.

And then what?

She wasn't sure.  They'll have to see once they get there.  It all depended on why he was there.

A soft chime from the computer. "You've got an incoming message, from Deirdre Arlen."

Treon put her PADD aside, and got up. If Deirdre was calling, something happened.

"I'll take it here."

She moved over to her console. It flickered, and soon her sister's face appeared on the screen. She looked tense, but then - Deirdre usually did.

"Are you alone?" Deirdre asked, skipping over any small talk.

"Yes," Treon said. "What's wrong?"

"First of all, something's happening on the base. The Fleet Security chief has been arrested. Now they announced ships aren't allowed to dock."

Treon faltered. "So what are they supposed to be doing?"

"Transporting." Deirdre paused. "Whatever's happening, Fleet Command is running around like headless chickens."

Treon wasn't sure how much of this was colored by Deirdre's view of Starfleet, and how much was reality, but it didn't sound good.

"What about the Wayfarer?" Treon asked after a beat.  

"They're on their way here," Dierdre answered, then her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Tell them to turn back. It sounds like something's very wrong."

Dee let out a short laugh.  "Seriously? For all we know, they got themselves into a mess and they're trying-"

"Dee," Treon cut her off. She leaned forward, "Something's spooking Starfleet."

Deirdre exhaled. Then nodded. "Okay, fine."

Treon could see her sister shifting gears. "Another issue. As part of the investigation into whatever's going on here, Starfleet's been digging up our old reports. Turns out the report on that firefight was not brought up to Fleet and they're getting twitchy about it."

"Okay.  So what does that have to do with us?"

"I'm not sure it does," Deirdre allowed. "But they now want everything we've got. They say we should have been contacted by Fleet when it happened, for followup interviews."

She paused. "Please tell me you have logs or something."

"Of course I have logs or something." Treon thought about it. "I'll review what I have, make sure there's nothing we don't want Starfleet knowing."

Deirdre nodded.  

Treon added.  "In a couple of days I'll be down on the planet and mostly inaccessible. If Starfleet contacts you for anything, try to play nice."

Dee smiled.  "Goodnight, Treon.  And good luck."

The screen went blank before Treon could respond.  You too.

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Treon Brevor
SS Starburst

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Deirdre (Brevor) Arlen
Arlen Transit & Freight

 

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