Personal log, Stardate 50924.4: I have arrived at my parents home extremely close to the Cardassian Border. Although my parents never fought against the Cardassian occupation, many abandoned the planet. Unfortunately, the Cardassians' new alliance with the Dominion has resulted in their untimely demise. I have made plans to evacuate my family's belongings. Because of the high threat in the area, Starfleet has provided Ensign Sonya Fiehrer just in case the Jem'Hadar came calling.
"There it is," Patrick said. "Let's get everything and get out of here. This isn't a happy homecoming."
"I understand, sir." Sonya replied as the pair approached the house.
The house was still standing after numerous attacks by the Jem'Hadar, but both knew that might not be the case for long as they entered the door. "I'll locate what I want to get out of here, you determine the coordinates," Patrick told Sonya.
"Aye, Commander," Sonya replied.
Second officer's log, Supplemental: Intrepid is in patrol of the Cardassian border on the lookout for Jem'Hadar ships. We've heard about Commander Ingrum's mission to recover his family's heirlooms, and are keeping an eye on him.
"Sir," the slightly older ensign said to the young Jenna Carson, "I have a report saying that Hastings has been destroyed."
Oh, great, Jenna thought. Although she didn't always get along with Patrick, she had the utmost respect for him, and was sorry to hear that the ship he served on was destroyed. "Keep your eyes on our home-salvagers."
"Aye, sir," the ensign replied.
"That should do it," Patrick said as he beamed the last of the items he wanted to remove onto the runabout.
"What is it?" Sonya asked.
"It's an late 20th century afghan. The cat portrayed here, Chessie, was a famous icon of the Chesapeake and Ohio railroad."
"All right," Sonya replied as she powered up the runabout engines. "Commander, I think you should take a look at this. It looks as if a runabout was downed."
Patrick viewed the monitor, "Let's get a visual. Take us to that location."
The view of the wreckage was enough to send messages of gloom to anyone's heart. "Sonya, scan for survivors, if there are any, beam them up, and get us out of here."
"Reading two survivors. Transporting."
Patrick watched as the two survivors beamed up huddled together. Patrick's heart melted at the sight of two lovers together. "I'm sorry to interrupt your togetherness, but this isn't exactly the best place to have a date."
"I have to agree, commander," The young man said, "I'm Lieutenant Bernie Tyler, USS Tian An Men, Roslyn and I were returning from shore leave when we were forced to dodge the Dominion and Cardassians. Unfortunately, our runabout came in the line of fire and we went down."
"Unfortunately, the Tian An Men has been lost, but I'll be sure to get the two of you out of here. I'm Commander Patrick Ingrum, welcome aboard the Neosho."
"Commander," Sonya said, "I'm reading unusual readings ahead, maybe a cloaked ship."
"Continue scanning, and open hailing frequencies just in case."
"Something's going on. Looks like a she's decloaking."
The group aboard the runabout watched in awe as a Federation starship decloaked in front of their eyes. "The registry reads USS Baldwin, NCC-2013," Roslyn noted.
"Sonya," Patrick said, "take us into the shuttle bay. I want to investigate this."
"Yes, Sir," Sonya proudly replied.
As the runabout approached the ship, Patrick connected the computer systems together. "Looks like we got an atmosphere in most of the ship, but the Bridge systems have been compromised. I say we set up shop in engineering." As soon as they boarded the ship, the crew headed directly to engineering. Although the ship had been hidden, the elderly systems were more or less intact. "It appears that everything was left in place," Patrick continued, "but that the main power generators need a jump start. Sonya, transfer power from Neosho" The main generator came on line immediately with no issues; however, when Patrick checked the sensors, he saw trouble coming. "We've got bandits coming in. Red alert, battle stations," he replied.
"Phasers ready and torpedoes are armed," Bernie replied.
"Helm standing by," Sonya said.
"Here they come," Roslyn said. The ship rocked with the hit of the Dominion ships. "Direct hit. Shields have no effect," Bernie replied.
Bernie mustered every ounce of power he had onto the Dominion ships. Even he was surprised at the result, "Direct hit. Major damage to the enemy ships."
"Then let's get out of here while we have the opportunity. Set a course for Deep Space Nine, Warp 5."
"Ready, sir," Sonya replied.
Acting Captain's log, Stardate 50925.2: I have been studying the history of this ship and found it to be quite interesting.
"Apparently, the Baldwin was equipped for use in less-than-friendly territory. A secret agreement between Starfleet Intelligence and the Romulan TalShiar allowed her to be equipped with a cloaking device."
"Similar to the one aboard the Defiant," Admiral Ross noted.
"The agreement allowed Starfleet Intelligence to adapt it to its own uses, and required open sharing of cloaking technology."
"Making it impossible to ban us from having them. Patrick, I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is that the Hastings has been destroyed."
"I'm sorry to hear that. How many ships do we have left now," Patrick joked.
"The good news is that I'm making the Baldwin your ship. Your current orders are simple: get the ship to D.S. Nine for a new bridge module, then proceed to Starbase 212 for a more thorough refit. Might I also make a recommendation for first officer?"
"I'm all ears," Patrick replied.
Admiral Ross continued, "There's a young lady aboard the Intrepid that I think would make one hell of a first officer for you. Her name's Jenna Carson."
"I know her," Patrick replied.
"Then you know why I recommend her," the Admiral said.