Store Trek/ideas/Mysterious New Worlds

It was another beautiful spring day on board the SUS Private Enterprise, flagship of the fleet and the Corporation's very finest, and I was very much looking forward to some much-anticipated store-leave with my good friend and superior officer, Captain Jean-Luc Poirot. After recent events in which Poirot had been abducted by a simply frightful and ghastly alien species known only as The Fourg, his famous grey matter very nearly reprogrammed to commit deeds of unspeakable heinousness, it was generally agreed that some recuperation was very much called for. The crew as well had suffered considerable casualties during the incident, and the ship itself was expected to be in spacedock for quite some time undergoing repairs to numerous plot-holes inflicted upon it by those fiendish and notorious alien beings.

I was in my quarters packing up a travel valise when I received a call on my chest badge. I reflexively tapped it and said "Yes?", and was greeted with Captain Poirot's clear, firm voice and oddly perfect upper-crust British enunsciation.

"I say, is that you, Number One?"

"Why yes, indeed it is!" I said, pleased to be recognized so quickly by my friend even without any visual cues.

"Splendid! You must come here at once; there has been a development."

I at once dispatched myself to the nearest turbo-lift and hailed a cab. Thirty seconds later, I found myself being greeted by Poirot's imperturbable automatic door attendant, Mr. Homme, who escorted me at once into the chamber.

"Ah, there you are, Mr. Rikings. Tell me, what do you think of this?" he said, handing me a datapadd.