Hathaway. No, Not That One

Posted on Mon May 18th, 2026 @ 10:46pm by Commander Donald ‘Don’ Key

180 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: How do you do it?
Location: USS Albion
Timeline: Present

Sprague: =/\= Commander Key, please meet me in my ready room as soon as you can… ::pause:: … and bring the pizza. =/\=

Key: “… how did you…?”

Sprague: =/\= Sprague out! =/\=



Key: ::Looks suspiciously upward:: “Computer, has the captain been listening in this whole time?”

Computer: “Please clarify.”

Key: “Never mind.”

::He gathers the pizza and heads for the ready room.::

{Captain’s Ready Room}

::Sprague stands by the viewport as Key enters. Sat on one of the couches, already present, is Commander Andrews::

Sprague: “Please tell me that still counts as pizza.”

Key: “Barely, sir.”

::Sprague gestures for him to sit. His tone shifts::

Sprague: “I’ve called you both here because we’ve received a distress signal from near the Kessik Expanse. The transponder belongs to the USS Hathaway.”

Andrews: “The Hathaway was scrapped years ago.”

Sprague: “Exactly.”

::An image of a battered Excelsior-class ship appears on a screen on Sprague’s desk.::

Key: “So either Starfleet lost a ship…”

Andrews: “…or a dead one just called for help.”


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Commander Donald ‘Don’ Key
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Albion

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