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“Sir,” Pavel Chekov called over his shoulder to his captain. “There’s a strange reading…”
Captain James T. Kirk strode over to the navigator’s station from where he had been sitting in his command chair.
“Here sir,” Chekov said. He pointed to the console in front of himself.
Kirk leaned down as Hikaru Sulu next to Chekov looked over.
“Spock,” said the captain. “It looks like a ship, but no signature I’ve seen before.”
“Please send the scan to my console, ensign,” Spock said.
“Nothing on visual yet sir,” Sulu stated, looking to the forward view screen.
“Frequencies open Captain,” Uhura said behind everyone.
“Good lieutenant,” Kirk said. He turned back to his command chair.
“Sensors indicate it is a ship Captain,” said Spock. “Though of a make unknown to the Federation.”
Kirk pushed a button on the arm of his chair. “Unknown ship, this is Captain Kirk of the USS Enterprise.” He paused. “Unknown ship, please respond.” He turned to look at Uhura.
The communications lieutenant shrugged. “No response Captain.”
“Spock…”
“Scans indicate at least one life form on board.”
“There sir!” Sulu was pointing at the view screen.
A bright speck could be seen moving against the black of space.
“Alter course for it,” Kirk commanded. “Yellow alert until we know more. Uhura, keep hailing.”
“Aye sir!” both Sulu and Uhura called.
“Spock, what else do the sensors show?” asked Kirk as he moved toward the science officer’s station.
“Scanners are receiving more now sir.”
The bridge was silent, except for Uhura continuing to call the unknown ship.
“What a strange design…” Chekov murmured as the ship grew larger on the view screen.
“Computer, do you recognize the design on that ship?” Kirk asked.
“Working. No such design appears in any database.”
“Humanoid lifeform. Readings indicate life…”
“Perhaps they’ve been injured,” said Kirk, pondering. “Can we make out a name?”
“No sir,” said Sulu.
“Still no response Captain,” said Uhura.
“Is it in range for the tractor beam yet?” asked Kirk.
“A moment Captain,” Sulu responded.
Kirk moved back to his chair and flicked a switch.
“Mr. Scott, Dr. McCoy please meet me in the docking bay.”
Two responses greeted him and he flicked the channel closed again.
“Close enough sir,” said Sulu.
“Good. Grab it and let’s see what’s going on. Mr. Spock. Mr. Sulu, you have the helm.”
Kirk strode to the turbolift and Spock followed.