title: Aftermath (Star Trek) (Starfleet Corps of Engineers #29)
author:  Christopher L. Bennett 
description: <b>Keith R.A. DeCandido</b> was born and raised in New York City to a family of librarians. He has written over two dozen novels, as well as short stories, nonfiction, eBooks, and comic books, most of them in various media universes, among them <i>Star Trek, World of Warcraft, Starcraft, Marvel Comics, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Serenity, Resident Evil, Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda, Farscape, Xena,</i> and <i>Doctor Who</i>. His original novel <i>Dragon Precinct</i> was published in 2004, and he's also edited several anthologies, among them the award-nominated <i>Imaginings</i> and two <i>Star Trek</i> anthologies. Keith is also a musician, having played percussion for the bands the Don't Quit Your Day Job Players, the Boogie Knights, and the Randy Bandits, as well as several solo acts. In what he laughingly calls his spare time, Keith follows the New York Yankees and practices <i>kenshikai</i> karate. He still lives in New York City with his girlfriend and two insane cats.
zlib_text: # Signs from Heaven
  
  
  ## Star Trek: S.C.E. — No. 71
  
  
  ### Phaedra M. Weldon
  
  
  # Chapter 1
  
  
  ### Captain’s Log
  
  
  ### Stardate 54683.2
  
  
  We’ve arrived in orbit around one of the Federation’s oldest member planets,
  Ardana. Our mission is to prevent Stratos— Ardana’s infamous floating city—
  from crashing down on the populace below. Our first order of business is to
  stabilize the city’s descent before any work can be done on repairing the
  anti-gravity engines. Chief Engineer Conlon is working on using the da Vinci’s
  tractor beam as a safety net to test last-minute safeguards.
  
  
  “Captain.” The newly promoted Lieutenant Songmin Wong spoke up. “We’re being
  hailed from Ardana— it’s Captain Scott.”
  
  
  Captain David Gold pulled his lips into a thin line as he saved his log. “On
  screen.”
  
  
  The familiar and easygoing supervisor of the Starfleet Corps of Engineers
  filled the screen. He smiled broadly beneath his bushy, salt-and-pepper
  mustache. “Ah, David. We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
  
  
  Gold