Commander Dale Zurkett: Thanks for letting us listen to it. But I have no idea what--
Lieutenant Zack LeRoux: Me neither. It sounds kind of spooky.
Dale: All I know is that the Scoggo Sector is near Tajara. And Wogglenather.
Zack: I'm Zack, by the way. Zack Del Rio. Lieutenant. Starfleet.
Dale (aside): Wasn't that LeRoux?
Zack (aside): Uh. Yes. That.
Ensign Ystelia Hylia: Ensign Ystelia Hylia.
Lieutenant Commander Natashia Starrat: Natashia Starrat. Lieutenant Commander.
Dale: I probably should have let you all know that I'm--
Hylia: Are you all as excited about this posting to the Intrepid as I am?
Hylia: I signed up in a second when I found out we were being led by Commodore Bannister!
The Wogglenathers call him the Great Jeffrey!
And they study his combat maneuvers on Andoria
Natashia: I've heard great things, too. And I jumped at the chance to get out of cataloging moon craters!
I'm not sure about our Executive Officer, though. Dale Zurkett? I think he was in the Tajaran Conflict, too.
Dale: Yes. Yes, I was there.
I'm Commander Zurkett.
Hylia: The XO!
Zack (aside): *snicker*
Hylia: Terribly sorry, sir! And I interrupted you, too!
Dale: You don't need to do that, Ensign. We're all bridge officers, here. I'd like to be on a more familiar basis.
Besides, I was drinking beer in my pajamas two days ago.
Natashia: You probably shouldn't tell the enlisted men that, sir.
As I understand it, the Admiralty assigned us half a shipload of convicts.
Dale: Well, I mean... most of them were non-violent. We'll work it out.
Zack here is like half convict, anyway.
Natashia: I knew I saw your name in the battle reports. But so many redactions!
Did they scrub your records?
Dale: Now that's a long story. Ask me later.
But if you don't mind me asking... your personnel report says you're from New Vulcan. You don't, uh...
Natashia: Sound Vulcan? No. I'm part human. And we moved to the Marquesas Islands when I was a kid.
My great grandfather's family is from there. Still a lot of relatives!
Dale: Oh, Polynesian?
Natashia: Yes. And a tradition of wayfaring. Took them to space!
I kind of heard the call, too.
And then got stuck to a desk job.
Dale: Well, this posting is going to be different!
Hylia: Huh. That's strange.
Dale: Well, hopefully not strange. Just different. Better!
Hylia: No, no... not that. The message.
When I dropped the tricorder to salute, the tempo button got turned up. I'd tried that earlier, but there must have still been too much distortion.
Natashia: The tempo? You're saying it was just--
Hylia: Slow, yes! At least 100 times slower! I don't know how, but I know what it is now. It's a distress call!
Zack: A distress call? From who?