Star Trek: Restoration - Onyx

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  1. kes7

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    First of all : YAY, Restoration is back! :klingon:

    With that out of the way .... Well, damn. We all knew this had to happen eventually, but it doesn't make it any less unpleasant to see. Poor Kalara! (I thought it was interesting, though, that the very first place her mind went was Damien's safety. Why (other than the general insanity aboard Redemption and her strange dreams) is she so worried? Maybe I need to go refresh my memory?)

    How will she prove her innocence? Will Astrid come to her rescue somehow, for reasons we don't yet understand? Will Damien believe in his wife's innocence?

    Some great character stuff in the buildup to the confrontation. Loved Admiral Qwert, and Benjamani's reaction to him. Loved Kalara's boredom and disdain for Benjamani's approach. By letting us see the meeting through her eyes, you conveyed the feeling of negotiations that drag on and on and make little progress very well, without actually making us suffer through an overly detailed account of it. And Benjamani's line "my esteemed colleague" cracked me up. The more a political person lays that kind of flattery on, the more he or she despises the person he or she is saying it about. Well done. :lol:

    I'm intrigued to see what happens next!
     
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  2. TheLoneRedshirt

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    Great chapter! I think Benjamani will rue the day she cut off Qwert during the negotiations. He strikes me as particularly, wily and resourceful. Benjamani's tactics will likely come back to bite her. Hopefully, the negotiations don't come apart in the process.

    I have mixed feelings towards Kalara's behavior. My sympathy for her was rising (particularly due to her concern for her husband) but the attack against Sarine washed away much of that good will. Granted she was confused, angry and frustrated, but she is also a Starfleet officer. Going after Sarine was a stupid move on her part. She allowed herself to be thoroughly played.

    That being said, I certainly hope someone can clear her name. In the mean-time, I'm looking forward to the conversation between Sarine and Benjamani. That should be pleasant. :lol:
     
  3. Mistral

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    She shouldn't have lost her cool. That looks damning. I mean, here's the report-

    "So the recording showed Lt Kalara selling Federation secrets to the Klingons. I confronted her in my ready room to give her a chance to defend herself and instead she assaulted me and had to be subdued."

    That's gonna sound great at her court-martial...
     
  4. Gibraltar

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    Holy crap! :eek: Kalara almost ended the brief yet notable Starfleet career of Ba’el Sarine. Good thing his trust XO was on her toes!

    You’ve recaptured the momentum of this terrific series, and the various machinations and personality conflicts are all rendered in brilliant 3-dimensional clarity.

    As various plots and plans entangle, your characters become increasingly fascinating as well as desperate. Well done. :techman:
     
  5. CaptainSarine

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    Hi all,

    Just wanted to give you an update on the status of the Onyx story.

    First of all, I haven't abandoned it. I still plan on finishing this story eventually and am constantly thinking about the world and characters.

    However... Due to RL stuff, I have had to make some choices in my writing time, and have decided to concentrate on my own worlds and characters. The novel I'm working on at the moment is taking up all my time, and so I haven't had a chance to progress on the Onyx storyline.

    What that means is that there will not be any new updates for the forseeable future, and probably not until July at the earliest. What it also means is that I am determined to finish it and this story will be my main priority as soon as I have finished on Soulreaper, my current project.

    So basically I guess I'm saying that I will finish it and I just hope that you will all still be interested when I eventually come back to it! :bolian:

    Thanks for all your comments and encouragements,

    Joel
     
  6. Mistral

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    July? JULY? Hmm....... I guess I'll wait. :)
     
  7. Gibraltar

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    We'll be anxiously awaiting your return. :)
     
  8. CaptainSarine

    CaptainSarine Commander Red Shirt

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    Mistral, Gibraltar,

    Thanks so much for the response. Glad to know you'll still be reading this when I get back to it! :bolian:

    Cheers,

    Joel
     
  9. TheLoneRedshirt

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    Looking forward to the return of Onyx down the road.
     
  10. CaptainSarine

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    TLR,

    Thanks very much! Like I said, I'm hoping to get back to it in July, though I'm not promising anything... :lol:

    Thanks again,

    Joel
     
  11. CaptainSarine

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    Hi all,

    Just to let you know that there shall be new Restoration - Onyx up by this time next week and from now on you can expect regular (at least once a week) updates.

    Hope you enjoy!

    Joel
     
  12. kes7

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    Yay!
     
  13. Gibraltar

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    Excellent news! I'll be awaiting it's return with baited breath! :)
     
  14. CaptainSarine

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    Thanks guys! I'm aiming for Friday night to post chapter 15.

    See you on the other side!
     
  15. TheLoneRedshirt

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    Very well. I await your next installment.

    Impatiently. :evil:
     
  16. Mistral

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    :evil::evil:
     
  17. CaptainSarine

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    And... we're back! :lol: Enjoy!

    Chapter 15

    Cargo Bay 12
    USS Redemption
    Ispaoreai Hyps’rat (Onyx Station)


    Doctor Keene ran the tricorder over the cargo box for the twentieth time, trying not to think about Kalara, or Astrid Williams, or the disastrous state of his plans.

    The tricorder beeped. He checked the readout. Grunted. At least the device seemed to be intact. Seemed being the operative word. He had very little knowledge to base his conclusions on.

    The resequencer had been stolen from a Breen science outpost on the edges of Klingon space ten years before. A handful of the Empress’ greatest scientists had been unable to reverse engineer the device. After two years, the Empress herself had ordered three Breen scientists captured and tortured. Four months later, they knew how to work the machine, though not how the machine worked.

    It works, he told himself. That should be enough.

    Of course it would not be much use now.

    An hour before, he had watched through bugs installed in Redemption’s internal security system as Sarine accused Kalara of treason and threw her in the brig. Ever since, the taste of ashes in his mouth had left him sick. That damned fool girl had destroyed all of his plans. Without Kalara, he had no way of gaining access to the Laurentii mission. Without Kalara, he was going to fail.

    His dark thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the cargo bay doors opening. He frowned. Few people ever came down here. He took a step towards the alley between boxes, then paused, listening. When no sound broke the silence, he took a further step.

    “Hello?”

    No answer. Taking another step, he reached the edge of the walls of boxes and equipments. Peering out, he checked the door. Nothing.

    “Hello?”

    His voice shook. Damn this human body. No Klingon would ever sound like such a p’tagh. No Klingon should.

    He stepped into the alley. Still nothing. He must have imagined the sound. Or maybe someone had passed too close to the door and activated the sensor. That must have been it. Shaking his head, he turned back to the device.

    A foot struck him on the sternum. His feet left the ground and he flew backwards. He crashed into the boxes behind him.

    His head struck the edge of one of them, drawing blood. Bouncing off, he dropped on his front on the floor. Before he could turn over, his attacker fell on him. One hand seized his arm, pulling up at a painful angle. Another thrust his head forward, smashing his nose into the deck.

    Bone broke, blood vessels burst. Iron in the back of his throat. Keene screamed.

    Lips pressed against his ear.

    “Did you miss me, Klingon?”

    Williams! A surge of anger washed away the pain and dizziness, giving him a burst of energy. He struggled to turn over. The bitch was stronger than she looked, though.

    “Don’t try to get up. I wouldn’t want to have to humiliate you again.”

    Keene gritted his teeth, every fiber of his being screaming to fight back, but her hand on his arm and neck kept him subdued. Every time he tried to wriggle free, she inched his arm higher until she reached the point where one more movement would leave him with a broken arm.

    “What – do you want?” he growled through gritted teeth. The blood in his throat thickened his words.

    She leaned closer, her breasts pushing against his back and her breath tickling his ear. His loins stirred.

    “I want to know why Jasto Dax still breathes.”

    He stiffened, sending pain shooting up his arm and down his spine. Dax! How could she expect him to have killed the damned Trill already? He had had a few days, no more, and Dax was under round the clock guard.

    “You ask the impossible.”

    She laughed, and madness lurked in her voice. “Listen to the mighty Klingon warrior, whining that things are too difficult.”

    Red flooded his vision. He surged, not caring whether he broke his arm. Taking her by surprise, he managed to break his arm free, lifting his fist and smashing it into the side of her face. Her weight shifted to the side and he took the opportunity, rising to his knees in one single motion, throwing her off.

    Her lithe frame smashed into the boxes behind him. Keene jumped to his feet, kicking out at her and catching her in the jaw. She grunted, the impact dropping her to the deck. He pounced, straddling her upper body, ready to break her neck and be damned the consequences.

    When he looked down at her, her eyes were open. She smiled. The familiar prick of a knife pressed against his belly.

    Williams tutted, pressing the point of the knife a few inches closer. “Now why did you go and do that?”

    He hissed, frustration struggling with fury. “Gut me,” he growled. “Come on! If you mean to continue to humiliate me, to rob me of my honor, then kill me now because otherwise I swear I will kill you.”

    Her eyes met his. Her pupils flickered as she considered, then tightened on his as she made her decision. He prepared for the sweet thrust of the knife and the cool kiss of his life’s blood on his belly. At least he died a Klingon.

    To his surprise, she flung her hand back, releasing the knife. The blade sank into the side of the nearest box, quivering. He stared for a moment, confused.

    Williams reached up and grabbed the back of his neck. For an instant he pictured her snapping his neck. Instead, she pulled his head down. Their lips met. Her mouth opened and she sucked in one of his lips. The sensation sent shivers down Keene’s spine, moments before she bit down, hard. The shivers turned to flaming lances of pleasure.

    The taste of blood filled his mouth, igniting the smoldering flames in his chest. With a growl, he flipped them over. She rose above him, grinding down against him. She reached up, lifting her shift and throwing it down beside him. She wore nothing underneath.

    He wondered whether she meant to kill him after, and then there was no more time for thinking.

    xxx

    Hours later, they lay side by side in the ruins of the cargobay. Scraps of clothes surrounded them, along with shards from the boxes and pieces of hydroponics equipment. The smell of their passions filled the air, too much even for the enviromental controls to counter.

    Keene groaned as he worked the cricks out of his neck. Bruises, cuts and bitemarks covered his body. Blood dried on his skin. At least Williams looked the same. He glanced at her, stirring again, remembering her skin against his, his fingers on her breasts, the shadow between her thighs…

    Well, maybe not exactly the same.

    "That was... unexpected," he said after a moment.

    Williams opened her eyes, peering at him. "But not disagreeable."

    He shook his head. "Why did you do it?"

    As soon as the words left his mouth, he raged at himself. I am a Klingon. I should not need a reason. I saw something I wanted and I took it, be damned the consequences. His sentiments were half-hearted, though. His years amongst the humans had changed him more than he had believed possible.

    She seemed to read his mind. Her smile taunted him. "I thought you Klingons were all about the moment, about following your impulses."

    "We are. I am."

    "Then why do you need a reason?"

    He didn't have an answer.

    After a moment's silence, Williams stood. She stretched, oblivious as his hungry gaze raked her body. Her full breasts, flat stomach, muscular thighs... He growled low in his throat, eliciting a frank appraisal from the human.

    "Down boy," she said, smiling. "I have to be on duty."

    And if she didn’t? he wondered. Is this going to become a regular occurrence? A pause. Do I want it to?

    Her smile faded. "This changes nothing, Klingon. You have two days to get rid of Jasto Dax. If he is still breathing, I will send a message to Captain Sarine revealing who you really are."

    His stomach contracted at the thought, but he forced himself to snarl. "And if you do, you will be revealed."

    She shrugged. "Maybe. Trust me when I say, you wouldn't be the first person who thought they could tell the world who I am. My employers have... Let's just say they can arrange things so every test they run, every blood sample they take will show the Federation exactly what we want them to see." She bent down, gathering her comm badge from the floor. When she stood up, she glanced at him, the disdain evident in the wrinkling of her nose and the turning up of her mouth. "Besides, who is going to believe the Klingon spy who caused the Romulus Massacre?"

    She was right. He countered anyway. "Then maybe I will just kill you."

    A spark of humor lit her eyes. "You could try."

    Before he could respond, she tapped her comm badge. "Computer, one to beam to Section 000."

    The transporter beam caught her up, surrounded her, and she vanished in a shower of light. He remained there a moment, staring at the empty space.

    A few moments later and he began to wonder how the hell he would get back to his own quarters without any clothes.

    Deck 9
    USS Redemption

    An hour after sending Kalara to the brig, Ba’el headed back to Onyx Station.

    As he walked towards Transporter Room 3, he took a moment to study the walls, his memory casting back to what the corridor looked like just after the Klingon attack. He walked this same stretch of corridor just after Jasto Dax pulled him out of the Hornet. It seemed a lifetime before. Not a trace remained of the inflicted damage. His crew had done one hell of a job. One hell of a job.

    Reaching the transporter room, he walked through the door to find a middle-aged human chief working the controls. The man, his hair a mop of greying curls, looked at Ba’el, looked back at the console, then snapped to attention, his eyes wavering on a point somewhere above Ba’el’s head.

    Ba’el smiled. “At ease, mister.”

    “Captain. I wasn’t expecting you, I --”

    “I had to make a quick visit back to the ship.” He had a sudden flash of Kalara’s enraged face as she came for him. He shook his head to erase the image. “I need you to contact Onyx Station, arrange for me to beam back.”

    “Aye sir. I was waiting for an incoming from the Tiberius, but I could transfer to transporter room five if you would –“

    “No.” Ba’el shook his head. “No, go ahead. I can wait.”

    As the operator returned to his work, Ba’el stepped off to one side. He was in no hurry to get back to Onyx. Once he did, he would have to face Benjamani and explain why he had just placed her liaison officer in the brig. Not a conversation he was looking forward to.

    Kalara. Again he saw her charging at him from across the office. For a moment, he had been convinced she was going to snap his neck.

    Why did she betray us? He couldn’t make sense of her actions. At the same time, he squirmed inside at the choice he had made. Much to his own surprise. The evidence was clear and damning. However, he couldn’t shake the little voice in the back of his head whispering he had made a mistake.

    The hum of the transporter pad broke his reverie. He turned. The pillar of light scintillated into existence, shimmered and danced in the air before coalescing into the solid form of Commander Gemma Turner.

    Get out! His first instinct was to bolt. He forced himself to stand still, though, plastering a smile on his face.

    He hadn’t seen her since their kiss on the FSD, too busy with the negotiations to handle that side of his life. He had replayed the moment a lot over the past few days, wondering whether he had made a mistake, how he would react if he bumped into her again… I’m about to find out, he thought as she finished materialising.

    The transporter effect faded. She blinked, then turned to the transporter officer. Her eyes met Ba’el’s and she froze, her mouth open.

    “Commander,” Ba’el said, to snap her out of her surprise.

    She blinked. “Ba- Captain. This is… a surprise.”

    Ba’el held back a wince. A mistake. I knew it.

    “I’m on my way back to Onyx Station. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

    A hurt expression flitted across her face. This time, Ba’el did wince. Well done, Bay. Smoothly done.

    “It is good to see you,” he added in a hurry, trying to make up for his first statement.

    She brightened a little, then realised she still stood on the transporter pad. To her credit, she didn’t blush. Stepping down, she took a step towards him, glancing behind at the transporter operator.

    “How are the negotiations going, captain?”

    Ba’el took the hint. He turned to the transporter officer, who wiped a smile off his face. “You’re dismissed, mister.”

    “Sir.”

    He looked disappointed. Ba’el held back a sigh. The doors slid shut behind him and he turned back to Turner.

    “Commander… Gemma. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t expect to bump into you like this.”

    “It’s fine,” she said. She laughed. “Have you been dreading this as much as I have?”

    He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “I know we said we would be friends, but we haven’t had time to see one another since, so I was worried that…” He forced himself to stop talking. He shook his head. “Listen to me. I feel like a rookie pilot just joining the Rebellion again.”

    “I know what you mean.” Her voice dropped. “I meant what I said, on the deck. All I want is to be your friend. I’m not going to start asking you why you haven’t called. We both have jobs to do. The best thing we can do is carry on the way things were.”

    I don’t want to. The thought surprised him. Still, he nodded. “You’re right, of course.”

    “So. How are the negotiations going?”

    “Horribly.” He would never have imagined discussing the negotiations might become a nice change of subject. “I fear either they will fall apart entirely or Ambassador Benjamani will give away so much that the Federation will end up lapdogs to the Hegemony.” He was only half joking. Benjamani seemed so determined to get her treaty she would say yes to anything.

    “Which would be worse?”

    Ba’el smiled. “At this point, I’m not sure.”

    Turner went to say something but a beeping from the transporter console interrupted her. She walked past him, standing where the transporter officer had been, her fingers dancing over the controls. “Onyx Station have confirmed your coordinates.”

    He sighed. “Back to work, then.”

    “Looks like it.”

    He smiled, then turned and walked up on to the pad. Turner watched him, her gaze a palpable pressure on his back.

    Turning back to her, he nodded. “One to beam over, Commander.”

    “On your mark, captain.”

    They stared at one another for a brief moment. Ba’el fought a sudden urge to get down off the platform, the Laurentii and the negotiations be damned, and go to her. Then go. Just… A deep undercurrent of guilt welled up inside like a cold river. Ilyria… Pain flared, sharp and immediate.

    Turner’s smile faded. “Ready to beam over, captain.”

    He gathered himself, then nodded. “Energise.”

    Her hands danced over the controls. Energy surrounded him, filled him with light, wiped him clean and whisked him away.

    He rematerialised in a dark room. What the -- ? He reached up to hit his comm badge. Turner must have made some kind of mistake.

    “Sarine to --“

    “They can’t hear you, captain.”

    He spun round, adrenaline surging.

    The weapons’ aperture glowed in the dark. He darted to the side. The weapon tracked him and a blast of energy engulfed him. Pain snapped through his synapses, his body stiffened, and he tumbled into the dark.
     
  18. Gibraltar

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    The liaison between Keene and Williams was as visceral as it was unexpected. Strange bedfellows, to be sure, but each is a fierce warrior in their own right so their pairing makes sense in that respect. They’d still try to kill on another in an instant, of course, but then that’s to be expected.

    As for Ba’el’s sudden predicament… not good. Not good at all.

    Glad you’re back, and you haven’t missed a beat! :bolian:
     
  19. kes7

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    Astrid Williams is effing crazy. She's the scariest person in the story to me just because she's so totally unhinged! She reminds me of a more lucid version of Angelina Jolie's character in "Girl, Interrupted." Weird comparison, I know, but I can just picture the blond hair and hot body and crazy gleam in her eye that makes Keene wonder -- is she going to kill me, or have her way with me, or both? And then he goes for it. :alienblush:

    (As an aside, I laughed out loud at your divider between the foreplay and afterward scenes ... "xxx" indeed. :lol:)

    As for Ba'el -- well, that was a sweet, kind of awkward scene, there -- right up until he wound up in the dark being shot. Of course, since this is YOU writing, I'm still not 100% convinced Turner didn't purposely send him somewhere bad. But I'd like to think she's not involved. So we'll see.

    Great stuff, and I hope we don't have to wait too long for more!
     
  20. CaptainSarine

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    I'm glad that Keene and Williams' liaison was unexpected - I wanted it to come out of left field slightly, since Williams did not plan it. How much of it was down to her acting on instinct and how much was due to her manipulating Keene is up for debate, of course. However, it makes a weird twisted sense that the two of them would "hook" up - both are forced to hide who they are from those around them and only when they are together can they actually be themselves.

    No, Ba'el's predicament is not good. Of course the big question now is - who attacked him, why and what will happen to him next! :evil:

    Thanks for the comment, glad to be back, and happy to know you feel I haven't missed a beat! :)

    Kes7

    LOL! Yeah, she is kind of. As this volume progresses, we'll start to get hints as to why, hints from an unexpected source... :devil:

    Angelina Jolie as a crazy Astrid Williams? I tell you what if you can put a blond Angelina Jolie in a Starfleet uniform, I will not only post it here, I'll use it as my avatar! :lol:

    Yeah, Keene may not have made the smartest choice by 'going for it', as you said - however I think at that point he had a choice between letting her have her way with him or having his neck snapped. And now that I'm imagining Angelina Jolie in the role - I can totally see why he made his choice!!! :klingon:

    LOL for the divider as well - hadn't noticed that at all.

    Ooh Turner purposefully transporting him to the wrong place? Intriguing... :devil:

    Glad you enjoyed it, more coming by middle of the week hopefully!

    Joel
     

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