STARFLEET CORPS OF ENGINEERS
A special six-part S.C.E. event that flashes back to previous adventures of the S.C.E. crew from the 23rd century to the height of the Dominion War, with special guests from all across the Star Trek universe!
2265: Following the discoveries made by the U.S.S. Constellation in the Taurus Reach, Starfleet has fast-tracked the construction of Starbase 47, a.k.a. Vanguard. But the rapid construction has meant concomitant technical problems, ones that are vexing Vanguard's commanding officer, Commodore Diego Reyes.
So it's the Corps of Engineers to the rescue. The U.S.S. Lovell, with its crack S.C.E. team led by Lt. Commander Mahmud al-Khaled, must solve Vanguard's technical crises so the base can become operational as planned.
A return to the 23rd century, in the tradition of Foundations and Where Time Stands Still, and a prequel to the acclaimed new novel series Star Trek: Vanguard!
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Pocket Books/Star Trek
May 31, 2006
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Excerpt from Star Trek: Distant Early Warning by Dayton Ward
Turning from where he knelt next to an open access panel that revealed a maze of circuitry and conduits hidden behind the nondescript gray bulkhead, Lieutenant Mahmud al-Khaled rose to his feet and dashed toward the row of consoles lining the opposite wall of the environmental control substation. The room, like its nine counterparts scattered throughout the massive space station, was crammed full of computer workstations and display monitors as well as banks of gauges, dials, and switches.
"Try it now!"
Lieutenant Isaiah Farber, one of the more talented members of al-Khaled's team, tapped several buttons arranged in multicolored rows across the console's polished black surface, the controls looking almost tiny beneath his massive hands. Muscled and broad-shouldered, Farber appeared on the verge of ripping through the gold uniform tunic stretching across his chest and back.
Looking up at one of the display monitors set into the bulkhead just above eye level, Farber grimaced. "Nothing. We're still locked out of everything."
"Damn it," al-Khaled snapped. "This doesn't make any sense." According to every diagnostic conducted by him and his team, the environmental control system should have been operating within acceptable parameters. There was no reason for it not to be, as it, along with everything else aboard Starbase 47, was practically brand-new.
"Report!" said Lieutenant Curtis Ballard, the station's chief engineer, from where he worked at another station. "Is that section sealed off yet "
From an adjacent console, a female ensign nodded, her own face a mask of anxiety. "Yes, sir," replied the young Asian woman, who al-Khaled remembered was named Tamishiro. "Ventilation ducts and all hatches leading to those areas are locked down."
Ballard nodded, and al-Khaled saw the sweat running down the side of the man's face. The report was short and terse, but al-Khaled knew, as did everyone else in the room, what it meant. Anyone still occupying those sections was now trapped, unable to escape the poison rapidly taking the place of breathable atmosphere.