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“Captain’s Log, Stardate 87429.2. The USS Horizon is en route to a distant part of the galaxy outside of Federation space on a mission of medical mercy. Several weeks ago the Federation received a distress signal from a newly discovered planet in a remote region of space far beyond where we have previously explored. A viral outbreak has devastated the population of an entire empire. Our mission is to provide aid and support to the affected populations and help contain the spread of the virus.”

The Horizon fell out of warp as it entered the Tribus system. As it approached the planet, medical teams onboard Starfleet’s flag medical starship prepared to deploy to the surface. Tribus one is an M class planet but its atmosphere is extremely hazardous. The crew will need to use bio suits and shielding to protect themselves and their equipment.

Captain Danny Bishop on the other hand has a much different mission. This is not only a medical mission, but it’s a first contact as well. The Federation has not yet made successful contact with anyone in this sector and this could be the foothold that the Federation has been waiting for. Captain Bishop has every confidence in his crew and their ability to carry out this mission with professionalism and compassion. He only hopes the Federation’s confidence in him is as strongly justified. This would be the Captain’s first, first contact mission.

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Doctor Alia Moon sat in the medical bay of the starship, her fingers tapping on the console as she worked tirelessly on different vaccines while she recorded her log.

“Chief Medical Officer’s log, Stardate 44374.2. The crew of the USS Horizon has been infected with an alien virus. The symptoms are unusual, causing everyone in the entire crew to fall unconscious. I am the only one who has not been affected for reasons still unknown to me, and I am currently working to find a cure.”

Alia took a breath.

“Computer pause recording,” she said.

“Recording paused.”

Alia stood from her work station and looked up at the rows of beds filled with her unconscious crewmates. The ship’s sickbay was eerily quiet, with only the hum of the ship’s engines and the soft beeps of the medical equipment filling the air.

“I wish you were awake Sussuk,” she said to her vulcan nurse who was passed out in bay 4, “I could really use that logic right now. Computer resume recording.”

The computer sounded an acknowledging beep.