In Case of Emergency
Posted on Tue Oct 6th, 2026 @ 3:00am by Rear Admiral Nevin Enor
1,871 words; about a 9 minute read
Mission:
Interim 3: Subspace Drift
Location: Department of Personnel Readiness, SFHQ, San Francisco, Earth
Timeline: Shortly after Jadizon’s message
Rear Admiral Nevin Enor had been at his desk far longer than he intended.
The lights in his office at Starfleet Headquarters had already shifted into their evening cycle, but the personnel readiness reports in front of him had not gotten any shorter. Three starships wanted replacement specialists, two stations were fighting over the same engineering team, and one commanding officer had marked a request for a replacement pastry chef as operationally urgent.
Nevin stared at that one for several seconds.
“Operationally urgent.”
He leaned back in his chair.
“God help the Federation if they run out of éclairs.”
He rejected the priority designation and reached for the cup of tea beside his terminal.
Cold.
“Perfect.”
The computer chimed.
This tone was different.
“Rear Admiral Enor, you have received a priority communication. Personal encryption.”
Nevin set the cup down.
“Identify sender.”
“Senior Chief Petty Officer Jadizon Enor.”
The humor disappeared from his face.
“Open it.”
The personnel reports vanished.
There were only a few lines.
I need help.
Something is wrong with me.
I can’t explain it. Please don’t ask me to.
I need you.
And finally:
This is an emergency.
Nevin read the message twice.
His son was many things.
Proud was near the top of the list.
Stubborn was probably above it.
Asking his father for help was somewhere near the bottom.
“Computer. Priority personal channel to Doctor Katrina Enor, Betazed.”
“Establishing connection.”
A few moments later, Katrina appeared. She was clearly at home, and one look at her husband’s face told her this wasn’t a social call.
“What happened?”
Nevin transferred the message.
“Jadizon.”
Katrina read it.
Her hand slowly came to her mouth.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
Nevin gave her a moment.
“He’s nonverbal. No physical injury they’ve identified should prevent him from speaking. There’s enough here to tell me something happened, but not enough to tell me exactly what.”
Katrina looked up sharply.
“He can’t speak?”
“Apparently not.”
Her eyes filled, but she held herself together.
“Jadizon argued with his pediatrician when he was eleven because he thought she was explaining his own nervous system incorrectly.”
Nevin nodded.
“For twenty minutes.”
“Thirty.”
“Felt like an hour.”
Normally that would have earned him a look.
This time it didn’t.
“He talks when he’s scared,” Katrina said quietly. “He talks when he’s angry. He talks when he’s hurt. That boy has never suffered silently through anything in his life.”
Nevin glanced at the message again.
“Until now.”
Katrina took a breath.
“I want him home.”
“That makes two of us.”
“How?”
That was a question Nevin could actually do something about.
He turned toward the secondary display.
“Computer. Current status and projected movement of the USS Chimera.”
The sector display appeared.
“USS Chimera is proceeding toward Deep Space Sixteen for scheduled refit operations.”
Nevin studied the route.
“DS16.”
Katrina nodded.
“If we can get him there, I can have everything ready on Betazed.”
“We’ll get him there.”
Nevin began working the console.
“Computer, show me Starfleet Medical and medical-support vessels operating within three sectors of Deep Space Sixteen.”
Several markers appeared.
Nevin studied them before one caught his attention.
“Well, would you look at that.”
Katrina knew that tone.
“What?”
Nevin selected the marker.
“USS Fleming. Olympic-class medical support ship. Two sectors from DS16.”
He opened the vessel’s current assignment and began moving through its complement.
Katrina watched him.
“Nevin.”
“I know. I’m not stealing a hospital ship.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“You were thinking it.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I’m Betazoid too.”
That earned the first hint of a grin from him.
“Right. Marriage. Telepathy. Terrible combination.”
He returned his attention to the screen.
“The Fleming stays exactly where Starfleet put her. I’m interested in what she’s carrying.”
He opened the medical complement.
“There we go. Mobile Crisis Response Team.”
Katrina moved closer to her display.
“What kind?”
“Four medical personnel. Rapid assessment, crisis stabilization and emergency transport. They’re designed to detach from the ship when somebody needs more help than the local medical department can provide.”
Katrina nodded.
“That’s enough. I don’t need an entire hospital following him around. I need people who can get to him, make sure he’s stable and get him here safely.”
Nevin continued through the Fleming’s manifest.
Then stopped.
“Oh, that’s even better.”
“What?”
“The Fleming carries two long-range medical transports.”
He expanded the specifications.
“Specialized hospital shuttles. Long-range warp capability, independent medical power and life support, biobeds, monitoring equipment, emergency treatment capability. Basically a small flying sickbay designed to move patients over long distances.”
Katrina studied the information.
“So they don’t need to move the Fleming.”
“Nope.”
Nevin tapped the display.
“We borrow one crisis team and one hospital shuttle.”
“That’s what I want.”
“How quickly?”
Nevin checked the deployment information.
“The Fleming herself is committed. I’m not pulling an entire medical ship off assignment for one patient.”
Katrina gave him a look.
“One patient who happens to be your son.”
“Which is exactly why I’m not making that decision.”
Nevin touched another control.
“Computer, establish a conference with Starfleet Operations, Fleet Deployment Control. Duty officer.”
A moment later, another window opened beside Katrina’s.
A Starfleet Commander appeared.
“Rear Admiral Enor. Commander Velasquez, Fleet Deployment Control.”
“Commander. I need you to review the USS Fleming’s current assignment and available support craft.”
Velasquez worked at her console.
“Fleming is currently committed to regional medical support, Admiral.”
“I know. Leave her there.”
Velasquez glanced up.
“I’m interested in one of her Mobile Crisis Response Teams and one of her long-range medical transports. Tell me if you can detach both without compromising the Fleming’s current mission.”
Velasquez studied the information.
“The crisis team is available, Admiral. So is Medical Transport Two.”
A slight frown crossed her face.
Nevin caught it immediately.
“That is generally not the face people make when they’re about to give me good news, Commander.”
“The transport is only partially crewed.”
“How partially?”
Velasquez expanded the manifest.
“Crew chief and medical systems specialist.”
Nevin waited.
Velasquez looked back at him.
“They’re missing a pilot.”
Nevin stared at her.
“That’s it?”
“Admiral, a long-range medical transport does generally require someone qualified to fly it.”
Nevin slowly leaned back.
“Commander, you’re telling me I’ve got a hospital ship full of some of the brightest damn medical geeks in Starfleet, a perfectly good shuttle, and two sectors of mostly empty space between them and DS16…”
He pointed toward the sector map.
“…and not one of them can keep the damn thing pointed in the right direction?”
Katrina closed her eyes.
“Nevin.”
“What?” He looked toward her. “I’m giving them tremendous professional credit.”
Velasquez fought against a smile.
“The crew chief is rated for basic shuttle operations. I can authorize them to make the flight to DS16. I would not clear that crew for the longer journey to Betazed.”
Nevin spread his hands.
“Well, there we go. Crisis officially averted.”
“Except they still need a qualified pilot after DS16.”
“We’ll get them one there.”
Katrina looked at him.
“You already have somebody in mind.”
Nevin gave her a sideways glance.
“I might.”
He pulled up the Chimera’s personnel roster.
His finger stopped.
PETTY OFFICER SECOND CLASS RONAN DRAKE
CHIEF SUPPORT CRAFT PILOT, USS CHIMERA
Nevin tapped the record.
“Well, would you look at that.”
Velasquez read the file.
“Petty Officer Drake?”
“Chief Support Craft Pilot aboard the Chimera. He’ll already be at DS16.”
Nevin leaned back with a satisfied grin.
“Problem meets solution.”
Katrina looked at him.
“Does the Chimera’s Captain know you’re borrowing one of her pilots?”
The grin disappeared.
“Nope.”
A beat.
“That sounds like tomorrow Nevin’s problem.”
Katrina gave him the look.
Nevin sighed.
“Fine. Responsible Admiral Nevin will ask nicely.”
Velasquez finally allowed herself a small smile.
Nevin pointed toward the sector display.
“Get the crisis team and Medical Transport Two moving toward DS16. The crew chief gets them there. Once they arrive, I’ll speak with the Chimera’s Captain about temporarily assigning Drake for the trip to Betazed.”
Velasquez nodded.
“I’ll still need authorization from Starfleet Medical to detach the team.”
“Of course. Conference them in.”
Velasquez began working.
“Patient information?”
Nevin’s demeanor became serious again.
“Senior Chief Petty Officer Jadizon Enor. USS Chimera.”
Velasquez paused.
Her eyes flicked briefly toward him.
Nevin caught it.
“Yep. That Enor.”
Katrina shook her head.
Nevin continued.
“He’s my son, Commander. Which is exactly why you’re sitting on that side of this conversation and I’m sitting on this one. I’m requesting the resources. You and Starfleet Medical determine whether moving them is operationally appropriate.”
“Understood, Admiral.”
“He is presently nonverbal following significant psychological trauma. There are also indications that his telepathic abilities may have been affected.”
Katrina spoke before Nevin could continue.
“I want someone on that team with experience treating Betazoids.”
Velasquez turned toward her window.
“Doctor Enor?”
“His mother. Also a physician.”
Katrina’s voice remained controlled.
“If his telepathy is involved, I don’t need them trying to solve everything at Deep Space Sixteen. Assess him. Stabilize him. Keep him safe. Then get him home.”
Velasquez nodded.
“I’ll include that requirement.”
Nevin gestured toward the sector display.
“The Chimera continues to DS16. The Fleming remains on her assignment. Her crisis team takes Medical Transport Two to the station.”
He traced the next leg of the journey.
“They meet Jadizon there, evaluate him and stabilize whatever needs stabilizing. Once their attending physician says he can travel, Drake takes the controls and that shuttle becomes Jadizon’s hospital room all the way to Betazed.”
“And if he can’t travel?” Katrina asked.
“Then nobody moves him.”
Nevin looked toward Velasquez.
“The team stays with him at DS16 until he can.”
“Understood.”
Nevin continued.
“I also want the Chimera’s command informed that this is a medical-support request, not an Admiral reaching into their chain of command. Senior Chief Enor remains their responsibility until he is formally transferred to the medical team.”
“Yes, Admiral.”
Katrina looked down at Jadizon’s message again.
“Nevin.”
He turned toward her.
“Bring my boy home.”
The humor disappeared completely.
Nevin held her gaze.
“I will.”
Katrina nodded.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
Then her connection closed.
Nevin remained still before turning back toward Velasquez.
“Commander?”
“Yes, Admiral?”
“The Fleming’s primary mission does not get shortchanged because my name is attached to this.”
“Understood.”
“And make sure the crew chief knows I was joking about the medical geeks.”
Velasquez raised an eyebrow.
“Were you?”
Nevin stared at her.
A slow grin appeared.
“Let’s not put that in the official record.”
Velasquez smiled.
“No, sir.”
Nevin looked toward the small marker representing Deep Space Sixteen.
Then he leaned forward.
“All right, Commander.”
His expression became serious again.
“Go get my son.”
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