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Old March 24 2008, 08:54 PM   #121
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Can't wait-that should be a doozy!
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Old March 25 2008, 02:05 AM   #122
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Fantastic stuff here! The ongoing interrogations and Hargreaves' obvious fishing expedition are very well handled, as was the Leone/Kincaid 'discussion.' These two are going to butt heads for awhile yet, but at least they've established some ground rules.

Write more! More quickly! Uh... please.
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Old March 25 2008, 07:48 AM   #123
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I worked as quickly as I could. Here is the teaser for Episode Five, "Eternal Midnight."

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Star Trek: Full Speed Ahead
By Michael D. Garcia

Episode Five: Eternal Midnight

NCC-60597/02 (Shuttle Komarov)
Holding position within designated debris zone Gamma.
Stardate 43242
Cockpit

Senior Chief Petty Officer Tallan grimaced as scattered remains of the freighter Shoeless Joe stretched out before them. "You would think they'd have the decency to blow up at impulse."

Ensign Tommy O'Day stared at the Andorian non-commissioned officer agape. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," he replied gruffly.

Tommy gulped. "Yes, sir."

Tallan narrowed his eyes, "Don't you dare call me 'sir,' you sniveling pink puppy. I work for a living."

The ensign immediately nodded, forgetting that he technically outranked the salty, enlisted man. "Sorry, Senior Chief Tallan!"

"Keep a respectful tongue in your head, and you might live to see your lieutenancy. At which point, I may muster up the willingness to call you 'sir.'"

Tommy hid his grin. In spite of the barb-like banter they shared, he had an inkling that Tallan liked him more than he let on. After all, he hardly balked at being volunteered to pair up with the ensign. "Yes, Senior Chief. What did you mean by having the decency to blow up at impulse?"

"At impulse, the debris field would be contained to a relatively smaller area of space," explained Tallan. "At warp, the debris is likely to be scattered across parsecs of space, making this one hell of a mess."

Tommy checked the sensor readings, and found that the senior chief's assessment had merit. The fragments of debris ran the length of the range of the shuttle's sensors. "I see what you mean. Do you think we could try to boost the sensor range?"

Tallan's right antenna twitched as Tommy asked his question. "Are you giving me an order, Ensign?"

"Of course, not. Merely a helpful suggestion, Senior Chief."

"Good. I wouldn't want to think what would happen to you if you thought you had the size to issue me an order," grunted Tallan as he scowled.

"Me either, Senior Chief."

Tallan smirked, but it dropped just as soon as Tommy looked at him. "You eyeballin' me?"

"No, Senior Chief!"

"Uh huh. I'm going to reroute some warp energy to the sensor array. Why don't you monitor and perhaps learn something."

Tommy tried to defend himself. "You know, I did graduate with a degree in starship engineering."

Tallan's blue hands stopped moving. "All right, college puppy. You boost the sensor range, and I'll make sure you don't accidentally set a warp core breach in motion." He tapped in a new command and their consoles traded configurations.

Tommy grinned, looking down at the shuttle's energy configuration. "I'm going to increase the energy output from the warp core and feed the energy into the sensor array."

"Slowly," warned Tallan. "We're not on Farragut. The power node, and I stress the singular use of that noun, will not handle a lot of punishment."

"Yes, Senior Chief. I'm increasing the output at a rate of one-tenth per thirty seconds."

"Very good." Tallan continued to manipulate the shuttle's sensors, and nodded. "Resolution is now at one-hundred-ten percent and rising. I'm reading a field of gases and matter. Deuterium, tritanium alloy, and an unstable element the computer is working on identifying."

"Well, the deuterium and the tritanium I can understand," said Tommy. "Maybe the unstable element was their cargo?"

"Possibly. I'm raising shields, just to be on the safe side, so I need you to halt your energy increase so I can stabilize the-" He cut himself off, as an alarm caught his attention. "Brace yourself!"

The shuttle rocked under a wave Tommy had never seen before. The shuttle's shields flared brightly under the strain of whatever it was. Sparks flew to the rear of him, and he watched in horror as the power node he had been handling so gingerly began to show signs of failure. "Main energizer is out," he reported, his voice pitch rising with every word. "Primary power node failure. Shield emitters are offline and we're taking hull damage!"

Tallan snarled, "I know! Get your damned EVA suit on!"

"Warning," announced the computer, "matter stream destabilization in main warp core. Breach is imminent."

Tommy didn't hesitate. He moved to the rear compartment and quickly did a pre-suit check, skipping a few steps along the way. The last time he did an emergency shuttle evacuation, it was in a simulator at Starfleet Academy. "Senior Chief!" he shouted to Tallan, as he remained seated at the console. He carried the other suit to him, handing him the specialized helmet for Andorians.

"Thank you, Tommy. I've polarized the shuttle's hull to give us a little more time to get the hell out of here," said Tallan as he stepped into the legs of it and pulled the front of it closed over his chest.

After fitting the helmet in place and feeling the suit pressurize under its own power, he opened the suit's intakes to exchange air with the shuttle's life support system until the last possible moment. He rushed to the cockpit to keep an eye on the hull status and found the sensors starting to show signs of disrepair. The lateral array decreased until the field was the only thing around them.

He dumped emergency reserve power into the escape transporter and stood by to beam them both out. The coordinates were at the limits of the shuttle's transporter range; some three hundred-seventy five thousand kilometers away. "Senior Chief, you ready?"

Tallan's helmet clicked into place and the eerie blue lighting draped his eyes and forehead in the shadow of the lower half of his face. He nodded and gave the go sign.

Tommy slapped his arm console and locked off his intake valve to repressurize. With the other hand, he pushed up the three slider bars on the transporter console. "Energizing," he called into the intersuit communications system.

But only Tallan disappeared.

Panicked, Tommy looked back down to the energy reserves and saw that only half was available, now. Too much of it bled off into the hull polarization subroutine the senior chief had enabled. His bulky fingers flew over the console, hoping he didn't make a mistake in the timing.

"Computer," he said, without looking up, "stand by to depolarize the hull."

The computer's familiar chime sounded within the suit's helmet. "Standing by."

"Depolarize the hull, now!" He pushed on those sliders again, keeping his eyes on the transporter systems. The moment the hull depolarized, he saw the shuttle's hull start to break up as the small warp nacelles tore off and flew away from the shuttle at a brilliant speed.

Just as the dematerialization effect began to take hold, he could see the forward viewport melt away and open the cockpit to the dangers of vacuum.

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Fear not! I'm writing Act I right now.

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Old March 25 2008, 10:30 AM   #124
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Cliffhangers are fun ... except for the fact that I hate them. Good thing your working on the next chapter there or I would have been mightly displeased.

I take it that freighter that blew up was part of the convoy carring that cursed X-Ray One stuff. They should have known better.
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Old March 25 2008, 04:26 PM   #125
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Poor kid! Hurry, write more!
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Old March 26 2008, 12:07 AM   #126
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Doh! I hope that's a close call, and not the abrupt end to a promising career.
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Old March 26 2008, 11:21 PM   #127
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Here is Act I of "Eternal Midnight"

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Captain's Log
Stardate 43242.1

With the destruction of the freighter Shoeless Joe less than a day's travel out of Starbase 310, I have ordered the immediate halt of the convoy to investigate the debris field for analysis. Unfortunately, the matter of the freighter's disintegration at moderate warp means that the debris field covers a large area of space in a long trail, forcing us to resort to deploying a fleet of long-range shuttlecraft to return pertinent portions of the hull to the ship. All of our best pilots, including Lieutenant Aspinall, have been dispatched to carry engineering personnel to designated parts of the debris field, in order to provide as much data as possible.

I have tasked Commander Kincaid and Lieutenant Bartlet to lead the investigation, and I hope to see results, soon.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Commander Hargreaves remains on board to pursue her investigation of my conduct in the Beta Quadrant, though I fear her progress is hampered by the lessened availability of my senior staff.

"Please state your name, rank, title, and present assignment for the log."

"Sovera, Lieutenant Commander. Chief Medical Officer, USS Farragut."

Tricia Hargreaves nodded as the doctor satisfied the protocol for recording the discussion. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

Sovera raised her left eyebrow. "I was ordered to, Commander."

"Yes, er, well... you were carried on the ship's roster as the chief medical officer on Stardate 43222."

"Correct. I reported in to my assignment at the Antares Ship Yards on Stardate 43220.78. The vessel was under the command of Commander Tennyson, at the time."

"He had temporary command during the refit."

"Correct."

Hargreaves nodded. "When Captain Leone reported aboard ship, did she submit for a medical examination as required by Starfleet regulation?"

Sovera pressed her lips together briefly before answering, "No, she did not."

"And since then, has she done so?"

"No, she has not. However, I do have an appointment with her tomorrow, which I believe is forty-eight hours before the deadline of reporting in."

"Uh-huh. Do you think she will keep that appointment?"

"It is not my place to speculate on what the captain will or will not do. Nor would I attempt to."

The doctor said it with a sense of finality to her tone. Tricia did not necessarily dislike Vulcans, but questioning them always proved to be more difficult than any other race she had encountered in her time with the Inspector General's office. "Very well. You performed a complete examination on the two persons who were responsible for the creation of a, and I'm consulting Lieutenant Bartlet's report, here, the creation of a field of quantum particles that superaccelerated the ship's velocity to beyond the highest rated speed of our fastest starship for a period of more than twenty-five minutes."

"Your question contained a lot of superfluous information, but the answer is yes. I did perform a full examination on the Tristnor and Kasui individuals. Those records were transmitted to Starfleet Intelligence and have been classified."

"I'm aware of their classification, Doctor." She was denied access to them in the course of her study of the data made available to her. "The male Tristnor opted to remain in his Terran disguise."

"Correct."

"Did the captain allow this?"

"I informed her that I found no reason to disallow it. The ship's internal sensors were aware of the new life signs and were able to track his movements throughout the ship. She came to a decision based on the information I supplied."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, did you say the captain allowed it?"

Sovera raised both brows. "Succinctly put, yes, she did."

"Thank you," said Hargreaves, allowing a little of her frustration to show through in her tone. "Did the captain express any doubts as to the validity of the Tristnor's motives for taking the ship to the Beta Quadrant?"

"At first, I believe her reaction was aggravation. However, over time and given the fact that the ship was placed on a wide-band kill-on-sight order from the Tristnor Hegemony, further passage within their declared territory would have proven problematic, at best."

"Did you find her decision logical?"

"I rarely find Captain Leone's decisions to enter the realm of logic, however, she has shown herself to be a very capable starship tactician. Her pattern of thinking indicated to me that she found the most likeliest chance of survival to be in mounting a direct offensive against the Tristnor."

"Did you agree with that decision?"

"It is not my place to agree or disagree."

"As the chief medical officer, you are responsible for the general health of the commanding officer."

"I am responsible for the general health of all crew, including the commanding officer."

"Did you find Captain Leone fit for duty prior to this little adventure?"

"As I said before, I had not yet completed a full examination of the captain."

Hargreaves grinned. "Since you had no information upon which to base your judgment, Doctor, how would you be able to determine whether or not Captain Leone was fit or unfit for command?"

"Given enough basic evidence to prove her incapacity for command, I would have ordered an immediate examination to eliminate or discover data to base my judgment upon," replied Doctor Sovera. "At the time, however, her last examination was less than six month before she assumed command of Farragut, and the data provided was more than sufficient."

"That was aboard the starship Potemkin, was it not?"

"It was."

"And who was the attending physician?"

"I conducted the examination, during my tour of duty aboard that ship."

"How long have you known Captain Leone?"

"We first met on Stardate 38172.85. She was reporting aboard Potemkin as the new executive officer under then-Captain T'Cirya. I was posted as the assistant chief medical officer."

"How many years did you serve with Captain Leone?"

"Five years."

"In that time, I assume you came to know her very well?"

"You assume correctly," said Sovera coldly. "As with my service alongside other officers and crew, over time one becomes familiar with them."

"Would you say that you feel a particular loyalty to the captain, though?"

"Perhaps. She has demonstrated exceptional skill in her career."

Hargreaves leaned forward. "Is that your professional opinion, Doctor?"

"As a professional Starfleet officer, yes. However, my education lends itself toward medicine and not starship command."

"So you don't speak as a line officer."

"I'm not a line officer, therefore I don't see how I can, Commander."

"Have you considered applying to take the line officer's examination?"

"My ambitions do not lean toward command, however, if I felt the need to expand my horizons, I might consider obtaining a line officer's certification."

Hargreaves grinned. "I'm sorry, we seem to have wandered off the point."

"Was that not your intention, Commander?"

"Uh, no, it wasn't."

"Logically, such a line of questioning implies you are attempting to appeal to a friendlier side of my personality. I can save you the trouble of any further attempts by informing you that it will be fruitless."

"Thank you for clearing that up. I don't believe I have any further questions for you, Doctor. But you have been exceedingly helpful."

Sovera closed her eyes and bowed her head respectfully. She said nothing as she moved out of the conference room, leaving the lieutenant commander alone.

---- SCENE CHANGE ----

The shuttle's explosion flashed in the distance as Senior Chief Tallan floated against the void. "Tallan to O'Day," he transmitted, after not seeing any sign of Tommy. "Ensign, are you there?"

He looked down at his arm and saw that his emergency transmitter pulsed once every thirty seconds. The tricorder built into the arm gave him very little information within its limited range, but it at least told him that the ensign was nowhere to be seen or sensed. The suit's communications transmitter, on the other hand, reached a little further than a commbadge would.

"Ensign O'Day, this is Senior Chief Tallan. Please respond."

Again, only silence replied to his stern tone. His eyes again moved over the brightly lit display on his arm, informing him of his suit's environmental status. The suit provided enough breathable air for twenty-four Terran hours. He allowed his mind to wander briefly at the inane predilection for Starfleet equipment to be attuned to human time standards. Tallan reconfigured his suit's limited energy stores to boost the transmitter power a little further, hopefully reaching the ensign's suit.

He refused to believe that Tommy would be so stupid as to sacrifice himself. Surely, there had to be another reason why he did not beam out with Tallan. Maybe the transporter's annular confinement beam had only enough energy to transport one at a time as the shuttle took substantial damage from the moment the shield emitters gave out. Perhaps, with the damage to the power node, the escape transporter's imaging scanner failed to provide a complete pattern for the system to process and activated the safety protocol to abort his transport beam.

Tallan sighed, shaking his head. He could float there the entire time and speculate on what might have happened. He needed to ground himself in the present; he was alone in space and with no way to make contact with Tommy or Farragut, it might be more than a whole day to be recovered... dead or alive.

The batteries included within the suit had to be rationed appropriately. Either he could lower the rate that the suit scrubbed the carbon dioxide and conserve it to continue to boost the suit's signal, or he could extend the life of the suit's environmental systems beyond it's standard rated limit. Of course, it would be easier if Tommy was there to assist him.

"Ensign O'Day, I'm going to assume that you're still alive, because I know you're not dumb enough to get yourself killed on your first assignment out of the Academy. I'm lowering the rate of my suit's life support systems to conserve energy, but I'm going to record a message and have it retransmit at one minute intervals. Hopefully, you'll lock onto my signal and make contact." Tallan didn't know whether or not the ensign heard him. Maybe Tommy's suit's transmitter was damaged; he had no way to tell. But, talking aloud helped me feel a little better about the situation.

The reconfiguration of the suit's emergency beacon completed quickly, and the system was ready to accept his message. As long as the message was less than fifteen seconds long. When the green light flashed to begin recording, he spoke in a clear voice:

"This is Senior Chief Tallan of the Federation starship Farragut to any vessel within range. I am transmitting a general distress call..."

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Enjoy!

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Old March 27 2008, 12:03 AM   #128
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Very nice segment here. Hargreaves' interview with the doctor was, as the doctor clearly stated, "Fruitless."

Here's hoping Tallan can get ahold of O'Day... and there's something left of the ensign to be found.
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Interrogating Vulcans is like teaching a pig to sing-it frustrates you and annoys the pig. A Very well-handled scene-I personally hate writing Vulcans because of the strict demands of logic-it makes it tough to stay "on character". Good job.
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The finalized version of episode #2, "Damn the Torpedoes! Part II" is now up at the main website.

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At last, the long-awaited Act II. I got caught with a lot of work this week as I adjusted to my new schedule of grave shift. Hopefully, I'll be able to post one more act (as I have way more written, I just don't have them written in order, yet).

Anyway, here you go...

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"Then the Ferengi says to the Vulcan, 'Sounds logical to me!'"

Lieutenant Abigail Atherton did not laugh. Instead, she shook her head. "That's just a little too corny for my liking."

Lieutenant (jg) Gregory Aspinall frowned. His grin dropped almost immediately as the chief science officer seemingly dismissed his attempt at humor. "Well, it was funny when I heard it."

"Where was that?"

"In the lounge. Tommy and I were having drink with the new guys in stellar cartography."

"Yeah. Jokes viewed through beer goggles may be more humorous than they appear," she muttered. "Are we there yet?"

Greg grinned. "Five minutes until we reach the beginning of the debris field, sir." An alarm flashed on his console, and he reacted quickly. He called for the shield emitters to activate. "Shit, hang on!"

"What?"

To answer her, the Type-7 craft rocked under the impacts. The shuttle's shields activated in time and he lifted the nose of the shuttle out of the edge of the field. The alarm ceased as soon as they cleared it.

"What was that?" Abbey asked, releasing her hold upon the side of the cockpit.

He sighed, letting out a held breath. "I don't know. Whatever it was, it was tagging the shields something fierce. The emitters were overloading; we nearly lost the power node."

Abbey's fingers flew across the co-pilot's console and she called up the sensor data collected during the impacts. "The computer is not recognizing it, but let's try not to dive down into the field anymore, okay? I'd hate to get stuck out here with nothing to do but listen to your lame jokes."

He winced. "And the lady scores a direct hit to my ego. Yes, sir, I can maintain our current distance. Will that be close enough for you to do what you need to do?"

"You mean, use the shuttle's sensors and hope to hell I can find out what this 'unknown element' is? I hope so." Abbey continued to check her readings and could not figure it out. "It's unstable, and obviously rather volatile. We need to contact the ship."

---- SCENE CHANGE ----

"Incoming transmission from the shuttle Garrovick, Commander," reported Andrew Reynolds from the tactical station.

Jesse Kincaid nodded. "Put it through, Mister Reynolds. On screen."

"Aye, sir," replied the chief warrant officer. The viewscreen switched from the two freighters to the cockpit of the shuttle.

Greg stared back at them wearing a concerned expression. "Commander."

"Report, Lieutenant."

"Actually, sir, Lieutenant Atherton wanted me to transmit some data to you that we picked up on the skirts of the debris field. Also, I'd like to recommend that all shuttles maintain their distance from the field."

Kincaid furrowed his brow. "Explain."

Atherton's voice carried over the signal. "Sir, it's important that you issue that order, right away. Whatever it is, it nearly took out our shields. According to the sensor data, an unprotected hull has no chance of surviving a direct impact with it."

"Mister Reynolds," called Kincaid sharply. "Pass that order along to all shuttles, now." As he did so, Kincaid nodded. "All right, we've transmitted the order. Did you want to that data along, now?

"Transmitting it, now, sir," said Greg with a nod.

Farragut's executive officer walked up toward the tactical station and watched as the information floated over the display. "It's coming through, Lieutenants. Until we know more, maintain your distance."

"Aye, sir."

"Sir," said Reynolds. "All but seven shuttles have reported acknowledgement of your order."

"It's possible that this unknown element is interfering with communications, Commander," suggested Atherton.

Kincaid eyed the screen briefly while his arms folded over his chest. "Keep sending the order, Mister Reynolds. And raise the captain. Hopefully, she's through the dessert course by now."

---- SCENE CHANGE ----

Captain Krystine Leone smiled across the table at Captain Paul Longshore. "Well, you certainly know how to show a couple of girls a good time, Captain."

Lieutenant Commander Ariel Elannis offered a smile of her own, which she noticed had a more desirable effect on the older man. "Absolutely. It's nice to be reminded how good real food tastes every once in a while."

Longshore leaned over and said conspiratorially, "One of the benefits of being a freighter captain is that you always have first crack at the fresh stuff. It sure beats that replicated crap they force down your throats on those big Starfleet cruisers."

"I happen to like the replicated crap," said Ariel, pushing out her lower lip in a small pout.

"Oh, well, I didn't mean to suggest that it was crap, Commander," replied Longshore as he softened his tone.

Leone brought her glass to her lips to obscure the smirk behind it. It never failed to amuse her when her best friend decided to use her skills to her advantage.

Ariel's hand moved over Longshore's. "I'm sure you didn't, Paul. Like I said, it's nice to be reminded of the real thing."

Longshore's mood brightened considerably.

"Farragut to Leone," chirped her commbadge.

Without hesitation, Leone touched her fingers to activate it. "Leone, here."

"Sir," called her first officer, "there's been a development in the investigation. Are you in a secure location?"

"One moment, Jesse," she replied. She wiped her mouth and excused herself from the table before moving into the corridor outside the captain's mess. A stowage compartment used by the galley staff located a meter away she found to be empty and entered it after making certain she was alone. "Go ahead."

"Lieutenant Atherton transmitted an unknown element discovery that was unidentified by the shuttle's computer. The actuality is, the computer would not release the information to her, because she lacked security clearance," he informed her. His tone grew dark with every word. "I had to use my alpha-two code to unlock the data."

Leone's brow furrowed. "Spare me the dramatics, please. What did you find out?"

"Sir, if we're reading this data correctly, and Lieutenant Bartlet believes we are, the debris field has bilitrium and trilithium resin scattered across five parsecs of space along our flight path."

"Wonderful," she said, closing her eyes. Leone brought her hand to her brow and winced. "Order all shuttles to keep out of the field and have them collect as much data as possible."

"Already done, sir."

She nodded her approval to no one. "Good. Then upgrade our traffic advisory to the highest possible class. We're going to need to drop buoys to mark off the area."

"We've launched all available craft to picket the debris field," replied Kincaid over the commlink. "None of them are equipped to deploy those buoys, sir."

Leone grinned. "That's not entirely accurate, Jesse. We have one more auxiliary craft that we've not utilized, yet."

"Sir?"

"Prepare to beam me and Ariel back to the ship," she said, leaving the compartment and walking back toward Longshore's mess. "Load a full complement of buoys into my yacht and prepare it for immediate departure."

---- SCENE CHANGE ----

Freefall happened to be Tommy's least favorite state of being. Since the Zero-G Operations certification required by the Academy, he hoped with all his might that he would never have to test that certification in the field. Of course, being assigned to a starship greatly increased the chances of having to operate in vacuum, but he figured that he might avoid it somehow.

His eyes drifted down toward his feet as he stared into the starry abyss, unable to fix his eyes on anything before feeling a wave of vertigo begin to overtake him. Tommy immediately shut his eyes to prevent the sensation to overwhelm him. His situation being what it was, he could not allow any further obstacle to his survival, especially one that was of his own making.

"Warning," intoned the suit's computer, "pressure suit is damaged."

"Run level-five diagnostic on all systems." His voice sounded hollow within the helmet.

"Working..."

He shivered within the tightness of the suit against his uniform, wondering what else could possibly go wrong. He thought his luck might have been used up as the shuttle's escape transporter ripped him away from the explosion in time to complete the dematerialization sequence. His fears were confirmed when the diagnostic was completed.

The small display began to show problem areas within the suit. "Life support systems on backup unit. Primary system disengaged due to unit removal or possible unknown unit damage. Subspace transceiver assembly is damaged and offline."

He winced. That was very bad news. "Uh, run a level-three diagnostic on the subspace transceiver assembly."

"Working..."

As the computer ran through the diagnostic, he touched the display to call up the inventory list of the suit. Without the ability to transmit a signal, his chances of being found were lessened pretty dramatically. He hoped that he was wrong, but waited patiently for the computer to complete its task.

"Diagnostic complete. Transmission node severely damaged."

So, he can receive a subspace transmission, but not send one. "Computer, activate the receiver node and use short-range communications to send out broadband distress signal at one minute intervals."

"Acknowledged; distress signal transmitting."

"Ensign O'Day, I'm going to assume that you're still alive..."

He nearly jumped within the suit as Tallan's voice called to him. "I am, Senior Chief," replied Tommy. "Can you hear me?"

"Because I know you're not dumb enough to get yourself killed on your first assignment out of the Academy."

Tommy could not help but curl the corners of his lips upward as her heard the Andorian's terse words over his helmet.

"I'm lowering the rate of my suit's life support systems to conserve energy..."

The ensign's eyes widened as he stared down at his suit's control panel. It was a great idea, and he made the same adjustment.

"... but I'm going to record a message and have it retransmit at one minute intervals."

He grinned. Great minds, he told himself.

"Hopefully, you'll lock onto my signal and make contact."

Could he try to locate him? No, it was a subspace transmission and he was unable to use the suit's computer to that extent. Much in the same way that they would most likely find the Senior Chief before him, since his subspace transceiver was undamaged. They were out of immediate sensor range of one another, it seemed, and without some sort of propulsion system, there was very little chance they would be able to at least pool their resources together in some fashion.

Tommy set the computer to record his voice for the signal, and set it to cycle every sixty seconds. In as clear a voice as he could muster, he spoke, "This is Starfleet Ensign Thomas O'Day of the Federation starship Farragut to any vessel within range. I am transmitting a general distress call..."

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Like I was really going to kill off Tommy. Well, at least, not this time...

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I worked as quickly as I could to get you Act III. Starting today, I'm in a professional workshop that'll require focusing on something not fanfic, so I wanted to leave you with this. If I can find time, I'll try to finish this episode as soon as I can. Don't forget to leave feedback.

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Aboard the captain's yacht, Ensign Yvonne Colby continued to tap on the tactical console as the probe/buoys were loaded aboard the craft's small cargo space. Within minutes, they would be packed to the gills with the devices, ready for offloading at command. "Who do you think will be in charge?"

"Me," said Ensign Iris Wu with confidence.

Yvonne wrinkled her nose. "You?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Because you're just an ensign, that's why. And this is the captain's personal craft. I seriously doubt they would give you command of her gig."

Iris grinned. "All right, then. Who's your guess?"

Yvonne had thought about it. "Not a whole lot of the senior staff are aboard the ship, and we're running way low on pilots. Maybe Commander Elannis?"

"That's what I was thinking," agreed Iris with a nod. She manned the mission operations console located near the aft section of the tiny bridge. Although it was technically referred to as the cockpit of the yacht, the layout belied the name by having a center seat for the yacht's officer-in-command. "Or Commander Kincaid."

With a grin, Yvonne nodded out of sight of her cabinmate. "I would love to be locked up for a while with him."

"Oh, wouldn't we all?" said the voice of Lieutenant Commander Elannis from the door leading out into the corridor. "He's quite attractive, isn't he?"

Iris snickered and Yvonne blushed furiously as Ariel entered and slid into the seat behind the large and curved joint flight controller and operations console. Her fingers grazed the activation sequence and it came to life under her.

"W-Welcome aboard, Commander," stammered Yvonne as she got to her feet. "Are you assuming command?"

A scoff from the door carried into the cockpit. "She wishes."

"Captain!" exclaimed Iris, as she jumped to her feet. Yvonne remained at attention.

Leone smiled. "That's what they tell me. As you were, both of you."

Iris and Yvonne relaxed and returned to their seats.

The captain avoided moving to the command station and stood over Yvonne to peer down at her display. "Status of our buoys, Ensign...?"

Yvonne leaned back to allow Leone a clear look at it. "Colby, sir. We're almost finishing loading a full complement, sir. I'd say another minute."

Leone nodded her approval. "Good." She returned to an upright position. "Ariel, let's wait for our chief engineer to arrive, and then we'll start pre-flight."

"You got it," replied Ariel. "We're still on external power."

"I can see to that for you, Commander." A new voice spoke from the direction of the cockpit door. A small woman wearing the triple slashes of a crewman apprentice on her neck appeared, carrying a padd with her. "Engineer Striker Odessa McComas, reporting as ordered, Captain."

Leone accepted the padd with a smirk. "Welcome aboard, Crewman. You're our chief engineer for this little pleasure cruise. Take your station."

"Aye, sir." McComas nodded and moved to exit the cockpit. "I'll be in the engine compartment."

"That's a little unorthodox, isn't it?" asked Ariel. "Having a non-rate work as an engineer?"

"According to Senior Chief Tallan, she's a bright young woman with a promising enlisted career ahead of her," replied Leone quickly. "I trust his judgment."

The Orion-Terran hybrid grinned at her friend. "Seems like we have ourselves a little Amazonian ship, though. Where's the beef?"

Off of her turn of phrase, Leone held in her laugh for the sake of the junior officers within earshot. "Just a coincidence, I assure you. Next time, I'll do what I can to ensure you have eye candy."

"Thank you, Captain, sir," Ariel replied, not looking back.

Yvonne reported through her smile, "All buoys loaded, sir."

"Bridge to Engineering," called Leone with an unabashed grin.

McComas' voice called back, "Engineering, here, Captain."

"Begin pre-flight, please."

"Beginning my pre-flight checklist, aye, sir."

Leone swiveled around in her chair to face mission operations. "Ensign Wu, signal the bridge we're departing in sixty seconds."

Iris nodded. "Aye, sir." She activated a communications link with Farragut's bridge and called, "Farragut, this is the Lydia. Pre-flight checklist has begun. The captain is ordering departure in sixty seconds."

The screen flickered to show the main bridge, sixteen decks up from their present location. Lieutenant Nieves' face appeared in the center with a smile. "Take care of the captain out there, Ensign. You're cleared for departure."

She returned his smile and chuckled. "Will do, sir. Thanks." The display returned to its former state, showing her the yacht's systems and status. "Captain, the bridge has cleared us for departure."

"Thank you," replied Leone. She moved to stand over Ariel. "Ready to take her out?"

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time," admitted Ariel, lowering her tone to keep it out of earshot of the ensigns. She turned her head to glance at Leone. "All systems are go, Ranger One."

Leone chuckled. "You're such a child. I suddenly regret letting you name this gig."

"You promised."

"Don't remind me."

"So say the words."

The captain's face betrayed her pain. "Do I have to?"

"Yes."

Leone sighed, resigned to her fate. "Okay, fine." She slumped into the command chair and raised her hand, with her index and middle finger extended. "'Rangers, away,'" said the captain, in a bored tone.

The ensigns looked toward the captain. Iris' right eyebrow rose higher, while Yvonne's brow furrowed. "Sir?"

Ariel huffed. "You could get into the spirit of it all, you know."

The captain grumbled. "Just... please, launch the ship? Before I start to lose my mind?"

---- SCENE CHANGE ----

Lieutenant Petra Bartlet stared hard at the data transmitted from the Garrovick. Commander Kincaid stood over her, peering at the same display.

"Couldn't we just detonate it? Wouldn't that take care of the hazard?" he asked.

Out of his sight, she rolled her eyes. What was it with the combat officers that made them want to destroy everything before understanding it? "That would have catastrophic effects on space traffic within the lane, sir."

"What do you mean?"

She sighed, rising up from the engineering console and walking down toward the command center. "If it were just bilitrium, I would say, go for it."

Lieutenant Nieves manned the tactical console and watched them move across the bridge. "Bilitrium and trilithium resin have a tendency to cause some serious complications with subspace travel," he told them.

Kincaid turned his head. "Eavesdropping on conversations, now, Lieutenant?"

"Rule of Acquisition number seven, sir. Always keep your ears open."

In the counselor's seat, Lieutenant Kestrel Otex smiled.

Petra blinked at him. "Are you a Ferengi, now?"

Wilson grinned. "I like to think of myself as a student of the universe."

"Anyway," Kincaid interjected pointedly. "Could someone please tell me what specifically it would do?"

"I defer to the explosives expert," said Petra, folding her arms.

Wilson cleared his throat. "Thank you. Bilitrium is a pretty powerful explosive on its own. It's also damned versatile and stable for transport. It's given the X-Ray One classification because of its destructive nature. The unstable part of this equation is the trilithium resin, and I will pass this back to our engineering expert."

"Trilithium resin," Petra began immediately, "is the highly toxic and incredibly explosive compound that's produced by antimatter/matter reaction chambers all over the Federation. We store in a highly contained environment aboard ship, generally in very small quantities. When we dock at Starbases, it has to be offloaded with all the other waste we get rid of, or else it poses a hazard to the ship."

Kincaid closed his eyes as he spoke with a raised hand, "Wait, wait, wait. I'm not an engineer or an explosives expert, but if we contract three freighters to transport highly dangerous materials, we check them from bow to stern for safety reasons before we even transfer the stuff onto the ship."

"Correct, sir," confirmed Wilson. "No freighter leaves port without a security and safety clearance from a certified Starfleet inspector. According to the information transmitted by Starbase 310, prior to departure, all three freighters were carrying inspection certifications that were completed just before undocking."

"So, everything checked out. What happened?"

Petra shrugged. "The problem with transporting trilithium resin is the highly unstable nature of it. It's like... uh... help me out, Mister Nieves..."

He smiled. "Nitro-glycerin."

"Exactly! Thank you. It's like transporting metric tons of nitro. Even if you package it in the most carefully-constructed, super-shock-absorbent crates, there's always that outside chance that it'll still go up on you," she continued her thought.

"You're saying this could've been an accident?" asked Kincaid.

Petra nodded. "The data collected so far by the shuttles points that way. The biggest problem we're facing here is that the explosive neatly vaporized that freighter into particles. It's really hard to piece together the ship to try and analyze the accident and determine fault. I'm surprised the shuttles were able to collect as much as they have so far."

Wilson tilted his head. "I'm not so sure we should write it off as an accident so quickly."

Kincaid made eye contact with the chief of security. "I tend to agree."

"Gentlemen, no matter how strong a containment field you might have set up on the resin, it only decreases the chance of detonation. It doesn't eliminate it. I think maybe our friends over there got a little too sloppy with their handling, in spite of the inspection, and this is the result." Petra sat on the bench next to Kestrel, crossing her legs at the knees and putting her hands flat against the plush seat.

Kestrel looked at Kincaid with a smile. "She's very sure of herself, Commander."

Petra beamed. "Thank you, Counselor."

In the face of Betazoid certainty, Kincaid's resolve faltered briefly within his words. "I'm... reluctant to put the word 'accident' down on the report, just yet."

"I'm putting it down on mine," replied the chief engineer.

Kincaid told her, sharply, "That's your prerogative."

Kestrel's brow furrowed at Kincaid, while Wilson blanched at the response from their new executive officer. "Commander..."

"Mind your station, Mister Nieves." He settled into the center seat and nodded. "Thank you, Lieutenant Bartlet. You may return to your station."

Petra rose from her seat, wearing a blank expression on her face. "Aye, aye, sir," she replied, before moving into the nearest turbolift and asking it to whisk her back to main engineering.

"A moment of your time, please, Commander?" asked Kestrel, as she stood up and walked toward the ready room.

"Counselor, I really don't have a lot of time to spare."

She did not stop her progress as she replied, "I think you need to make the time, sir." The doors to the ready room parted and closed as soon as she moved inside.

With a heavy sigh, Kincaid's eyes drifted over to Wilson. "You have the bridge, Lieutenant."

"I have the bridge, aye, sir," noted Wilson.

When he arrived within the ready room, Kestrel sat behind the captain's desk and gestured toward him to sit down. He immediately felt perturbed by her presumption to sit there and not allow him the courtesy as the senior officer.

"I sat here to make a point, Commander. In this conversation, you're not in charge," she told him, evenly. "Sit down."

"'Sir,'" he prompted her. "You say 'sir' when you talk to me, Lieutenant."

"You will address me as 'Counselor,'" she replied. "As in, the person to whom the mental well-being of this ship is entrusted to. As in, the one person who decides whether or not to ask Doctor Sovera to pull you from duty for medical examination."

Kincaid narrowed his eyes at her. "That's a rather dangerous game you're playing."

"I would say the same of you."

"I have the full confidence of the captain to handle my subordinates as I see fit."

"Except that you seemed to be annoyed any time any of them shows independent thought. Have you always been so single-minded in your decision making, or has the curriculum at Starfleet Academy been altered so dramatically since the last time I checked?"

He was taken aback by her confrontational manner. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

"I know I heard you. I was giving you the chance to walk it back before I-"

"Before you decided to bring me up on charges of willful insolence? Go ahead. I'd be happy to testify on my behalf," she shot back, keeping her tone free of hostility or anger. "Are we quite done posturing, yet? Because I'd hoped to move on to the topic at hand."

Rage swirled within him, just as it had with Commander Elannis, the first time they'd met. He knew she sensed it with her Betazoid intuition and tried his best to calm down. "Talk."

"Thanks. Now... I'd like to discuss why you've been perpetually angry since I've known you."

"I'm not."

"And I thought we were done with the pretense."

"I'm angry, now, because you're wasting my time."

"I'd rather waste your time than watch you throw hostility around when people are trying to do their jobs. Please, answer my question."

"I do not accept the premise of your question... Counselor."

She sighed. "Then you leave me no choice. Until further notice-"

"Wait."

Kestrel stopped talking.

He sighed, shaking his head. "Ever since I got here, I've felt like I'm trespassing on someone else's lawn and the dog's barking his head off."

"That's a start, I guess. Why do you feel that way?"

"I'm not supposed to be here," he admitted, throwing his hands up in the air. "This was not the assignment I wanted."
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Peel the onion...

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Old April 7 2008, 05:09 PM   #133
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Well, isn't he a cry baby! "It not the assignment I wanted..." Welcome to StarFleet, buddy boy! Be glad the uniform fits.

So was it an accident or not? Expiring minds want to know.
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More goodness! Great character interplay aboard the captain's yacht, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching Kincaid get his head shrunk by Kestrel. What was he hoping for, a post aboard the Cairo under Captain Jellico?

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I liked this, especially the Amazonian yacht. Ranger One, is that a reference to the old Saturday morning cartoon Galaxy Rangers? Man, I loved that stuff. There's a good idea for making an old cartoon into a movie.

As for Kincaid, he seems to be locking horns with everyone. I like it. Nothing makes for better drama than a guy who doesn't even want to be there in the first place.
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