Captain Dane and his number one move quickly back onto the bridge to their command chairs.

"Lieutenant, move us closer to this array structure. It's time to get proactive. I want a full scan of the structure and its capabilities."

"Aye, sir. Closing at one quarter impulse."

"Keep an eye out for any starship docking ports. We don't have any shuttles and I'm not keen to fly over there in a worker bee," Commander Hayes ordered.

Some fifteen minutes pass before the Midway completes a scan of the array, although its complexity and advanced design make it all but incomprehensible to the engineering crew.

"Captain, there appears to be a port here that we can line up our docking ring with," Chief Engineer Taz said as he pointed to a dense schematic of the outer array. "We've also picked up a docked shuttlecraft and several transporter signatures not far down from where can board."

"Very good. Commander Hayes, take an away team aboard and try to make contact with the array's crew and any other stranded people. We HAVE to get some answers out of this."

"Aye sir. Helm, move us in to docking position."

The Midway's thrusters spurt periodically as the ship slowly locks into place with a circular airlock ring. 

Commander Hayes turns to her security team. "We have no idea what the disposition of the array's operators or the other stranded crews may be, but we are not, I repeat not, going to intiate hostilities. Phasers at the ready, but set them to stun."

The airlock hisses open as Hayes and her three man team slowly make their way in and down a corridor... only to be met with other groups looking ready for a fight.

"I'm Commander Valerie Hayes, United Federation of Planets. We're here to assist. Please- everyone stand down."

"Mr. Berensh, open a hailing frequency, all channels."

"Ready sir."

"This is Roy Dane, Captain of the USS Midway, United Federation of Planets. My ship and crew are members of the Starfleet Corps of Engineers and can offer assistance in restoring vital systems if your ships are unable to do so. We're detecting multiple familiar and unfamiliar energy signatures, but cooperation between us is the best chance we have at surviving whatever this event is. Midway out."

"Keep the channel open Mr. Berensh. Commander Hayes, a moment in my ready room."

Captain Dane and his XO Valerie Hayes step off the bridge to confer in the captain's cramped office.

'What have the scans told us about the other ships adrift here?"
"It's strange, Captain. We've identified several vessels that are clearly of Starfleet make and registry, but they don't match anything in our databanks. The same goes for the Klingon vessel, and several others down the line... but it's the Vulcan ship that has me the most intrigued."
"Why?"
"I recognized the design from shipbuilding history at the academy. It's either a reproduction, a museum piece... or it's somehow here from more than a century ago."

"Dear God. Where are we?"

Captain's Log, Stardate 8200.3

After completing our 6 month research and development assignment at Utopia Planitia, the Midway has received its next long-term commission. The fine-tuned tractor beams and energy-transfer system in our upper pod has made us something of a hot commodity in the engineering corps, and I'm quite pleased to see we will now be stationed back home. We'll be engaged in refitting ships of the line at the San Francisco Shipyards as our standard work, but most importantly, we'll be testing new propulsion systems for the next generation of vessels. On arrvial at Earth Spacedock, we were greeted warmly by senior staff, and my crew has gotten some much deserved shore leave planetside. I had hoped we would be given the prestigious assignment of repairing and refitting the Enterprise after it was badly damaged in the [REDACTED] Incident, but to the dismay of many of us, the word is that NCC-1701 won't be repaired; it will be decommissioned. It would have been an honor to bring the old girl back to top shape, but it is not to be. Instead, our chief duty will be to develop and test the new transwarp technology for the USS Excelsior, under Captain Styles. Rumors that Captain Montgomery Scott will be on the project have the team ready and eager to begin.

Captain's Log, Stardate 8210.3

The crew has been performing admirably in both our refitting duty and work on the transwarp system, but I have begun to have my misgivings. Transwarp drive would seem to be the perfect propulsion system on paper, but my chief engineer and I are increasingly convinced that it cannot be practically implemented at the current state of Starfleet technology- if ever. Any attempt to bring this point up to Captain Styles has been rebuffed. Indeed, the man insists on trial runs immediately. The Midway will contribute its best, as usual, but I've decided to file a formal engineering report with Starfleet Command.

Captain's Log, Emergency Supplemental

Something has happened that's beyond our ability to understand at the moment. During the late shift, our third line bridge team reported down that the Enterprise was, apparently, being stolen from spacedock. As I made my way to the bridge, the turbolift was jolted from some kind of impact or disturbance. When I finally made it onto the bridge, it was chaos. We were no longer in Earth Spacedock, and I didn't even recognize the stars. We've managed to restore emergency power, but nothing can be discerned until the computers, navigation, and comms are fully back on line. The Midway engineering crew is the best in Starfleet, and no matter what's happened, I'm fully confident we'll have this under control soon.