Halo Missing
Posted on 2025, Tue May 20th, @ 1:19pm by Fleet Admiral Pat Lovell & President Cornelius Moss & Admiral Secura & Vice Admiral N'Simi & Commodore Freya Ford & Brigadier General David Dunne & Admiral Kate Harlow & Fleet Captain Bowen Parton
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Mission:
E1 "Shadows of the Empire"
Location: Star Fleet Comma Ops Center
Timeline: After Bowen Meets With Lovell
Pat Lovell, the Commander in Chief of Starfleet, convened an emergency meeting with key personnel to formulate a plan. The atmosphere in the command center was tense, filled with the buzzing of consoles and anxious voices discussing strategy.
“Admiral Secura,” Lovell addressed the head of Starfleet Intelligence, “we need every asset available to pinpoint the location of the USS Halo. Its mission was vital, and we cannot afford to lose it—or its crew.”
Admiral Secura, known for her sharp intellect and unwavering dedication, nodded. “We have already dispatched sensor drones to the last known coordinates. However, the Par Sector is treacherous, with gravimetric distortions that can easily hinder our search. We will need to approach cautiously.”
Vice Admiral N'Simi, Chief of Staff, chimed in, “Let’s initiate data analysis from the ship's last comm logs. There might be clues indicating their status before the ship went dark. Every second counts.”
Commodore David Dunne, Chief of CINC Security Detail, stood at the perimeter, arms crossed, eyes fixated on the viewscreen displaying a swirling mass of stellar gas. “I recommend sending a rescue team on multiple ships to increase our coverage. We can't risk losing more lives by concentrating efforts on a single vessel. Time is of the essence.”
With the plan set in motion, Lovell took a deep breath, glancing around the room filled with capable leaders. "Alright, let’s mobilize the search teams, USS Voyager is the Ship in charge, get her en route to the location now. I want updates every hour. Bowen anything else you might think of?”
President Moss entered surprising the entire group. "Mr. President!" Lovell stated as the whole group saluted to the President.
Bowen saluted the president with the utmost respet and yet did it as quick as possible before turning back to the group. " The Par Sector? Admiral, I would recommend no action as of this moment. I will ask that we send three ships in, but wait approximately four hours, let the ships group up. I agree that voyager should lead, but have them send out a volly of 6 probs on a into the area at half lightyear introvols before heading in, make sure they keep 200 kilomiters between each ship. I have a bad feeling about this." Something was triggered in Bowens memory as to the area.
Admiral Secura gave a firm nod, her expression serious as she considered Fleet Captain Bowen’s recommendation.
"Understood, Captain Bowen," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of experience. "The Par Sector is not a region to be taken lightly. We will proceed as you suggest—Voyager will take point, supported by two additional vessels. They will hold position for four hours before advancing, launching six probes at half-lightyear intervals to gather preliminary data. Each ship will maintain a 200-kilometer spread to minimize risk."
She studied Bowen for a moment, noting the flicker of recognition in her eyes. "If something about this area is triggering a memory, I want you to follow up on it immediately. Starfleet Intelligence has limited recent data on the sector, but any insight—historical, tactical, or otherwise—could be invaluable. If there's anything buried in the archives or in your own recollection that might provide clarity, I need it within the hour."
Her gaze swept across the assembled officers. "We don’t walk into the unknown unprepared. Let’s make sure we know what we’re dealing with.
Lovell nodded agreeing. "Thoughts Bowen?"
" The Rekag-Seroina Sector is home to several old Klingon Star bases used for wepons testing during the dominion war. Star Fleet Intelligence uncovered a wepons grade dimentional rift that the Klingons had developed bassed on data secured from the Cardasian obsidian order, data gathered from the rift in the bad lands, a rift we know from our own studies leads directly into the mirror univers. The way the Klingon wepon worked was a subspace trip wire. If tthe wire sences a warp signature or a high concentration of bussards, and does the subspace buoy does not receive the proper deactivation code, it will open up a a dimensional rift before closing this, traps the ship in question in the mirror universe", Bowen said this all with a stright face, his skill in deception was unquestionable. Truth was, section 31 had developed this technology along side the still highly confidential ship based rift system, also known as blue wave. " Admirals, if that system was not totally shut down when we took the sector over, then the Halo is no longer in our universe, and if we aren't carful, The Voyager A, The Endeavor, and The Par-Tat, will no loner be here either. Now I don’t think those probes are enough to set the trap off, but there is a prety good chance those buoys ain't hidin' in hay stacks."
Lovell sat forward, his expression unreadable as he processed Fleet Captain Parton’s report. The implications were grave.
President Cornelius Moss folded his hands on the table, his voice steady but laced with concern. "If what you're saying is true, Captain Parton, then we may have lost the Halo to a system we didn't even know was still operational. And if those buoys are still active, any ship entering that sector is at risk. What are our immediate options?"
Admiral Secura frowned, arms crossed. "The Klingons abandoned most of their experimental sites after the war. However, there were always rumors that some of their more radical projects—those influenced by the Obsidian Order—were never fully accounted for. If these rift buoys are still active, we need to locate and disable them before any more ships are lost."
Vice Admiral N'Simi spoke up, her tone measured. "I agree. But we also need to consider a more pressing concern—retrieving the Halo. If it was caught in one of these rifts, that means it’s in the mirror universe now. And there’s no telling what kind of situation they might be facing there."
Commodore David Dunne leaned forward, exhaling sharply. "We don’t have time for drawn-out speculation. We need to deploy an immediate response team to determine if these buoys are still active. That means sending in cloaked probes or a small reconnaissance unit with ECM capabilities."
Admiral Kate Harlow shook her head. "If those buoys react to warp signatures and high concentrations of Bussard collectors, then a full task force is out of the question. We’ll need a ship capable of running cold—low energy output, low emissions. Something designed for stealth ops."
Lovell tapped the table, drawing everyone’s attention. "We’ll assemble a specialized task force. A ship outfitted for deep recon will be sent in first to confirm the status of these buoys. Meanwhile, I want Intelligence going through every classified archive related to Star Fleet Intelligence's involvement in this technology. If there’s a way to control these rifts, we need to find it—fast."
Moss nodded in agreement. "Then let’s move quickly. Because if we don’t act now, the Halo won’t be the only ship we lose."
Bowen quuickly wrote a note on a data pad and then handed it to admiral Lovell, the note read as follows "This technology was not developed by the klingons. Ask admiral Secura about the dimensional wave program, and let me judge her reaction." this pass off was done with the slight of hand comperable to the side show magicians of maldosia 4. Even if s31 had been officially audited and disbanded, they never existed to begin with, so numerous projects had not been uncovered in the processed.
With the weight of Bowen’s words pressing on him, Lovell approached Admiral Secura, who stood engaged in discussion with a group of officers. He cleared his throat, interrupting their conversation with an authoritative yet cordial demeanor.
“Admiral Secura,” he began, “I’ve been hearing some rumors about unconventional technology advances in our sector—specifically, the dimensional wave program. I’d like to know what you think about it.”
Secura’s expression shifted immediately, the corners of her mouth tightening as she responded without hesitation. “There’s nothing to discuss, Admiral. That technology is not something that has been developed by the Klingons or anyone within our ranks. Any rumors to the contrary are simply misinformation.”
Lovell narrowed his eyes slightly, assessing her tone and body language. “I see. But it’s possible that some advancement related to it has been overlooked, especially considering the whispers about potential projects from Section 31, even after its supposed dissolution.”
Her demeanor remained unyielding, but Lovell noticed a flicker of something behind her poised exterior—perhaps concern or irritation. “I assure you, Admiral,” she said firmly, “any insinuation that such a program exists or has any connection to Section 31 is completely unfounded. We have rigorous protocols to ensure no unauthorized research is conducted under the Federation's banner. Ethical oversight is paramount.”
With her denials hanging in the air, Lovell weighed his next words carefully. He sensed that beneath her steadfast denial lay a deeper conflict. “But surely, with any fast-paced technological advancements, it’s prudent to revisit and ensure everything aligns with our values,” he pressed, maintaining a calm façade.
“Of course, but I can assure you once more that there is no dimensional wave program or any foundation for that claim,” she replied, her voice unwavering.
Feeling the conversation reach a stalemate, Lovell turned back to Bowen subtly, who was observing the exchange with keen interest. He nodded almost imperceptibly, signaling for continued caution.
As he stepped away from Secura, Lovell felt a growing conviction that the truth was still out there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The shadows of Section 31 might have been officially brushed aside in a sense, but they were still lurking in corners he couldn’t yet see. With Secura’s denial ringing in his ears, Lovell was determined to dig deeper into the layers of secrecy that had somehow persisted, despite all the assurances of transparency. If there was a dimensional wave program underlying these discussions, he would find out what truly lay behind Secura’s stoic facade.
Lovell turned to Bowen. "With me, Mr. President we will be in my office for a few minutes"
Bowen followed Lovell out of the room
Lovell leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face as he asked, "What do you think? Do you believe she’s hiding something from us?"
" Admiral, allow me to be quite frank. Shes not only lying, but I think she wants us to know she is. Everything was too pronounced, too tellagraphed. Either Secura is the worst spook inn human history, or she wants us to fall into yet another trap." Captain Parton walked over to a pannel onn the wall and put in a personal access code. This opened up a set of data files that where still locked by STI. Flipping through everything, I finaly stoped on a file called "Red Wave" selecting it, he pointed to the data. "Here it is, everthing Star Fleet has on dimensional rift technology. "
“Is it possible that this phenomenon is what sent the Halo spiraling into the alternate universe?” Lovell's voice trembled with a mix of hope and apprehension as he posed the question. He leaned forward, his brow furrowed in concern, desperate for answers. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him—he needed to understand if there was any conceivable way to retrieve the crew from their mysterious predicament. If all hope was lost, he could only pray fervently to God, hoping against hope that the resilient crew of the Halo would find a way to navigate the uncharted territory and overcome the daunting challenges ahead. The thought of their fate hung like a dark cloud in his mind, filled with both fear and a flicker of determination.
"Admiral, this is the exact same technology as the weapons that hit the Halo. This is not a Klingon technology but a Section 31 experminetal wepon and drive system. We developed this system after the encounter Captain Sisko had with the mirror universe in 2371. We found that the Cardasians had discovered a rift in the badlands. A team went in, aquired the data, wiped their systemes and began R&D in the nebulae that the Halo has now disappeared in. The drive system you are seeing was to be tested on the Draco class platform, but was never actually tested due to the project being moth balled after what happened at Betelgeuse." He was refering to his ship, the Chronepsis, and how it nearly tore itself apart. The longing in his eye was clear, he still felt a deep attachment to that ship. One that, according to Starfleet records had been scrapped to assist in the dominion war.
"Bowen, is there any of these so called Draco classes active right now? if so, What do I need todo to get them here" Lovell asked. "Reason is well Theres a war coming, And Im afraid its gonna be S31 v Star Fleet"
" Sir, need I remind you, section 31 is on the side of the Federation. These bad actors are not part of our organization. As for the Draco class, the NX 4000 tore herself apart due to a significant flaw in her EPS systems, the NCC 4001 barely survived her shake down run at Betelgeuse, and the NCC 4002 was never completely thanks to the dominion war kicking off and the success of the Defiant class and the advancement of the Sovereign and Promethious classes" He said, glaring at the Admiral. " She was to powerful for her own good, but i can telll you this much, not a one was scrapped, they are being housed in a dry dock in orbit of IO"
"How long till the Uncompleted one is completed?" Lovell asked.
" Sir, as I said, the project has been placed on permanent hiatus, she barely has he superstructure finished. and as i said, the Draco herself was a total loss. The only one that might be returnable to servise with anny kind of haist in the Chronepsis, and while I would love to get my ship back amoungst the stars, she needs a major refit of the eps system and, now that we are years after her initial construction, she is way out of date. Depending on the agency you place on getting her back into service, I could have her ready in a year, 9 months at the least." He responded, his voice a misture of bitter resentmet at the idea, and hope that it might actually be the case.
"Hmm, okay..." Lovell muttered thoughtfully, his gaze narrowing as he turned away from the tactical display. His fingers drummed against the console for a moment, deep in contemplation, before he slowly stood and strode purposefully to the LCARs. His boots clicked sharply against the deck, each step deliberate, every movement reflecting the weight of his decision. He paused, standing tall in front of the glowing interface, before addressing the Captain again, his voice steady but laden with intent.
"Captain," Lovell began, his tone now carrying a note of command that was impossible to ignore. "I own a private shipyard. It's located in what some might call 'unexplored space,' but in reality, it’s a place known only to a select few, staffed with Level 6 cleared personnel. These engineers, designers, and specialists work around the clock—day and night—without stopping for anything. Their sole focus is getting ships into shape, no matter the condition." He turned to face the Captain, his eyes locking onto him with a fierce intensity. "I want you to make contact with them. Get in touch with the shipyard. Tell them you’ve got a priority project on your hands. And I want that ship back in the air. The timeline doesn't matter. I’ll see to it that they have whatever they need, no matter the cost. Understand?"
The Captain’s report had been clear, but Lovell’s response was a statement, not a request. The project had stagnated, stalled by bureaucracy and circumstance, and Lovell’s patience for red tape was running thin. The shipyard in question wasn’t just any facility—it was a black hole of resources and expertise, a place where ships came to be resurrected from the brink of death. And this was not just about any ship; it was about a legacy.
"Admiral",Bowen began, "The ships are currently hidden within a day dock complex just under the surface of Jupiter's moon, Io. It would be more prudent to complete the refit of the Chronepsis there. As for clearance level, you do relise that these ships don't exist, technically speakinng. Ain't no clearance level other than 31 that has had direct access. So if you do this, you will need to official bring these ships into Star Fleet control. Im all for it, but your mole may be forced to take action with this valuable of a section 31 asset being Unveiled to any standard Star Fleet personal"
"That Force move, Might be our perfect hit to find out who's behind this, I will not be activating this into starfleet hands, As of now, Under Executive Order, 2829.2402, I am Authorizing the Formation of Division 0, Department of Temporal and Existential Defense (DTED), There will be more in the next briefing"
With that Pat called and Breifing in Hour.
Bowen
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