"Sir," the subordinate stated, "We have not been able to regain contact with the captured Starfleet vessel."
"Have we been able to capture any more vessels?"
"No, sir. It appears that Starfleet has come up with an effective countermeasure to the pathogen we planted in the Federation network."
"What was the last known position of our capture?" the supervisor inquired.
"She was at half-impulse near Aloran IV engaged in combat with another vessel."
"How come I wasn't told of this previously?"
"I don't know sir. The bandit has been identified as USS Ottawa, Captain Jenna Carson commanding. We have no idea what Ottawa was doing in the Aloran system."
"I suggest that you find out quickly?"
"Yes, sir!" the subordinate exclaimed.
"This bed is kind of small," Bridget commented to her husband.
"It took you a week and a half to complain about the sleeping accommodations?" Patrick fired back.
"I'm not complaining, I like having you close to me like this."
"That's how we started a family," Patrick answered as sounds from the bassinet alerted the couple that their daughter was awake. "Speaking of which," Patrick continued, "Tiana is right on cue." Patrick moved over to the bassinet to pick up his 2-month old girl. "Hello there," Patrick said to his daughter. "You're a good little girl, though I think you're looking either to be fed, or have your diaper changed." Patrick examined the diaper while observing the facial expression of her little girl. "Mom, this one is yours."
Bridget outstretched her arms to receive the baby. "Come here, Tiana. Something tells me you're hungry." As Bridget nursed her little one, she continued to talk to Patrick. "You know, Sonara has been telling me about how Ensign Collins has been doing an exemplary job in the engine room."
"It seems she's become more confident in herself. She'll probably make a good chief engineer someday. I'll have to ask her if she's ready to take on a little more responsibility."
"That's something you should be familiar with," Bridget wittingly replied as she handed Tiana back to her father.
"There's some responsibilities that I gladly accept," Patrick answered as he began burping his baby girl.
Personal log, Commander Jaimie Petrelli, Stardate 54150: We are returning to Starbase 42 after spending the past week on Earth. Ensign Collins has shown a great deal of maturity in the past few months, and I was happy to accompany her to her graduation ceremony.
"I swear, my parents honestly thought that you would be their age. How long have you been Baldwin's XO?"
"Almost two years," Jaimie replied. "I was Baldwin's tactical officer for a nearly two years before that."
"Still, I have to admit, I'm looking forward to returning to Baldwin. I know there's quite a bit of rewiring work left to do."
"I seem to remember a young homesick cadet who had her teacher looking out for her."
"Don't remind me," Dorian answered. Before Jaimie could answer, the console beeped. "Commander, we have a distress call from the Abilene. She's having trouble with her systems, we're the closest vessel."
"Let's check it out. Open a channel."
"Abilene, this is the runabout Ninnescah. We have received your distress call and are moving in to render assistance."
"Ninnescah, our warp core shut down unexpectedly and we are unable to to get it restarted."
"We're on our way," Jaimie replied. "Ninnescah out."
"Commander," Dorian noted, "Even with the uprated engine on board, Ninnescah won't be able to tow a starship much past warp 2. It's gonna be a long ride home."
"So noted," Jaimie replied.
An alarm blared as the Ingrum family was having breakfast. "I thought you had shut that damn proximity alarm off."
"I tried. Apparently, it doesn't want to go on to 'quiet' mode," Patrick answered. "Although it doesn't seem to bother the little one."
"Is it friend or foe?" Bridget inquired.
"It is a friend," Patrick answered. "It's Nimitz." Patrick proceeded to hail the ship.
"Hey, Patrick," Andrea answered.
"I understand it's your turn for having a birthday."
"Guilty as charged," Andrea responded.
"I'm surprised they haven't started court martial proceedings into the initial loss of the ship."
"According to Sara, Starfleet suspects that the computer virus was an 'inside job.' She wants the 'loss of ship' proceedings combined with any prosecutions for creating the virus. Besides, we did manage to get her back."
"So, what brings you out here?"
"We're here to bring you back to Starbase 42.
Roslyn was working in her quarters when the doorbell rang, "Come in."
"Hello, commander," Sara replied as she entered Roslyn's quarters. "Can I talk to you for a minute."
"Sure, lieutenant," Roslyn answered.
"We have a possible lead who's responsible for planting the virus. Starfleet intelligence reports that a band of mercenaries have been offering warships for sale to the highest bidder."
"I've heard of decommissioned Starfleet vessels winding their way into the secondary market, but it would be a bold move for someone to steal an active vessel." Roslyn pause for a moment before continuing. "I am assuming that you'd like for me to help you find out just who is responsible for creating the virus."
"Is it that obvious?" Sara answered. "I talked to Bridget a while back about how she was 'created,' as it were, to be a spy for the Cardassians. You, personally, seem to have caught the attention of some of those higher up in intel."
"What, exactly, do the higher ups have in mind?"