Akinola's gonna be dredging up his own memories when he learns about the freighter. Technically it still belongs to his family, right?
Tales of the USS Bluefin - 9: "Ghost in the Machine"
- Thread starter TheLoneRedshirt
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I'm looking forward to more of K'lira and Solly's story--as well as what happened with young Mr. Bane--as I'm sure is Inga!
It's also interesting that all of those ships seem to be important to at least on person in one very important way...
Why am I thinking 'crucible' here?
It's also interesting that all of those ships seem to be important to at least on person in one very important way...
Why am I thinking 'crucible' here?
Chapter Three
Stardate 54257.9 (13 April 2377)
USS Scamp
En route to the Lesser Riven nebula - Warp 9
Captain Rodenko sat in his command chair on the bridge, rubbing his neck and mentally cursing himself for falling asleep in the ready room. Ever since going on the Doctor’s damnable diet, he’d found himself nodding off easily when he sat still for long – a bad habit he intended to break!
“Captain?” Commander Vribb straightened from her seat at operations. “I’ve found the archived file you requested – the last transmission from the Finback before they disappeared.”
“Play it back – audio only,” directed Rodenko.
In a moment, the Captain heard a voice he’d last heard 30 years ago - the no-nonsense voice of Captain Shartuurn. He frowned as a faint chill ran through him.
“Finback to Star Station Echo,”
“Echo control – this is Commander Farringer, go ahead, Finback.”
“Commander, this is Captain Shartuurn. Be advised, we are altering course toward the Lesser Riven nebula. Sensors have picked up an anomalous energy surge approaching 500 teracochranes in intensity. Are you aware of any vessels in the area?”
“Stand by, Finback . . . Finback, this is Echo – negative on other ships. No flight plans have been filed for that sector. Of course, you’re aware that a lot of traffic flows through there unauthorized.”
“Thank you, Commander, I was aware of that. We will investigate and report back to you. Finback out.”
“That’s all of it,” said Vribb, apologetically.
Rodenko nodded, a frown on his broad face. “Thank you, Commander.” So, the same high-level energy waves were present when the Finback disappeared as upon its return. He thought, concern creeping into his mind.
He turned his attention back to the PADD containing the data transmitted from the navigational buoy that had first noted the appearance of the four ships. He re-read all of the data regarding the Finback, which was scant enough. He scrolled through the rest of the data, seeing if there was further knowledge to be gleaned from the other ships.
As he came to the fourth vessel, an L-type freighter, he frowned in thought. I’ve heard of this ship before – the Eku, but where? And when?
He puzzled over the not-quite-memory for several moments. Absently, he noted Master Chief Petty Officer H’runda walk toward the tactical officer with a PADD. His eyes fell on the non-com’s rank insignia and a switch connected in his mind.
“Joseph Akinola!” he breathed, his eyes widening. “The Eku was his parents’ ship!”
* * *
Stardate 54257.9 (13 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Star Station Echo – Berth 6
Officers’ Wardroom
The festive spirit of the going-away gathering partially allayed the underlying sense of sadness in the hearts of the assembled officers. The Captain, Commander Strauss, Lt. Commander Gralt, Lt. Commander Simms, Dr. Castille , Lt. Bane and of course, the guest of honor, Lt. Commander T’Ser, crowded around the long table which was heavily laden with food and drink. Balloons and streamers hung overhead, wishing T’Ser “Good Luck” and “Congratulations!”
Akinola began to tap his champagne glass with a fork. “Alright, everyone – listen up a second – I’ve got a couple of important presentations to make. T’Ser, come on up here!”
The rumble of conversation died down as T’Ser made her way toward the Captain, suddenly self-conscious. She approached, carefully holding her glass of wine, eyebrow raised in a perfect parody of Vulcan propriety.
Akinola placed a fatherly hand on the Vulcan’s shoulders. “For the last seven years, it’s been our great privilege to have T’Ser serving alongside us on board Bluefin. When she joined us, she was still a lieutenant and served as assistant ops officer. In a short while, she was made senior operations officer, then promoted to Lt. Commander. She has earned numerous commendations for bravery and she has bled for us on more than one occasion. More than that, she has earned our respect, our admiration and our deep friendship. You will be missed.”
There were numerous murmurs of agreement and a “Hear, hear,” from Bane. T’Ser looked like she might cry.
“Now, in recognition of your leadership abilities, you go now to serve as executive officer of the starship Gibraltar. Captain Sandhurst has chosen well. Our loss is Gibraltar’s gain.”
There was gentle applause at this and nods of agreement. T’Ser surreptitiously brushed a tear from her cheek.
“Before you leave us, however, there are two things you need to carry. One is some heavier hardware – Commander Strauss?”
The XO came forward carrying a PADD and a small box. T’Ser’s eyebrow slid up once more. Strauss handed the PADD to Akinola, who began to read from it.
“Attention to orders!” he began, “The President of the United Federation of Planets, acting upon the recommendation of the Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet, has placed special trust in the loyalty, integrity and abilities of Lt. Commander T’Ser. In view of these special qualities, and her demonstrated potential to serve in the higher grade, Lt. Commander T’Ser is promoted to the grade of Commander, effective Stardate 54257.9, by order of the Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.”
T’Ser’s eyes widened in surprise, a tinge of olive coloring her cheeks.
“Commander Strauss,” continued Akinola, “would you please step forward and pin on Commander T’Ser’s new rank?”
Strauss opened the small box, removing a gold pip. She removed the black and gold third pip from T’Ser’s uniform, replacing it with the new one.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Commander T’Ser, Executive Officer designate of the USS Gibraltar.”
The applause was louder and longer this time. Nigel shouted, “Speech! Speech!”
T’Ser smiled broadly. “Here’s a speech for you – Shut up, Nigel!”
There were appreciative chuckles. Bane feigned an affronted expression.
“Thank you all! I really don’t know what to say, but . . . it’s been a very real honor to serve with you. Some of you I’ve known all seven years – others more recently, but you’re like family to me. I’ll miss you guys . . .” she paused, to clear her throat, “and I’ll think of you often. But I have to admit, I’m excited about the opportunity to serve as first officer on the Gibraltar. Thank you all for . . .” her throat tightened with emotion and she was left speechless, a tearful smile on her face.
Akinola smiled. “Alright, everyone – time for us to wrap this up. T’Ser, after everyone comes by, please accompany me and the XO to the ready room.”
The senior officers filed by T’Ser, offering hugs, words of encouragement and their fare-wells. More than a few tears were shed. Even Gralt, the crusty Telarite chief engineer, gave T’Ser an awkward hug.
“I guess you weren’t a total disaster as second officer,” he groused.
T’Ser planted a kiss on the short Telarite’s snout. “I’ll miss you too, Gralt.”
Soon, the wardroom was empty, save for Akinola, T’Ser and Strauss. “Come on commanders, we’ve got one more presentation to make.”
* * *
Captain’s Ready Room
Once inside the Captain’s compact office, the veteran Captain handed T’Ser a gift box.
“Go ahead, open it up!” urged Akinola.
Intrigued, T’Ser carefully opened the fasteners to the ornate box and lifted the lid. Her breath caught momentarily as she gazed at the contents.
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, softly. It’s beautiful, sir – Thank you!”
Strauss lifted up on her toes to peer into the box. Nestled inside on a blanket of blue velvet was a hand-carved model of the USS Bluefin, captured in gleaming Myrtlewood. A small engraved plaque at the model’s base read,
“To Commander T’Ser from the Captain and Crew of the USS Bluefin: May your journeys be filled with joy and wonder as you go where no one has gone before. Semper Paratus.”
Impulsively, T’Ser gave Akinola a fierce hug. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered, “for everything! It’s been more than an honor!”
Akinola patted her gently on the back. “The honor has been mine, T’Ser.”
The Vulcan released her embrace and smiled at Strauss, who was doing an admirable job of not crying.
“Try to keep him out of trouble!” said T’Ser, jerking her thumb at the Captain.
“It’s a full-time job,” answered Strauss with a straight face.
“You two should take your comedy act on the road,” remarked Akinola, dryly. His terminal suddenly chimed for attention. He walked around his desk and keyed the reply stud. “Akinola – go ahead.”
“Incoming message from Admiral Bateson, sir,” came the voice of Ensign Vashtee.
Akinola glanced at the chronometer, surprised that the Admiral was calling at such a late hour. He gave an apologetic look to T’Ser and Strauss.
“Ladies, I apologize, but I better take this.”
T’Ser smiled. “Thank you, Captain. I’ll see you in the morning before I leave.”
“Goodnight to you both, then,” replied Akinola as he seated himself behind his desk.
As soon as the door closed behind the departing officers, Akinola activated his terminal screen. Morgan Bateson’s face appeared.
“Joseph, I’m sorry to disturb your going-away party for T’Ser, but something rather extraordinary has come up that you need to know about.”
“No problem, Admiral – we were wrapping up, anyway. What happened that’s so ‘extraordinary?’”
“Are you sitting down?”
Akinola frowned, a vague sense of unease coming over him. “Yes sir.”
Bateson took a breath before beginning. “Several hours ago, four ships suddenly appeared out of nowhere near the Lesser Riven nebula. All of these ships were reported missing long ago. One is the USS Finback.”
Akinola leaned forward in surprise and excitement. “The Finback? My God, they disappeared, what? Nearly 30 years ago?”
“Boris Rodenko is on his way to investigate with the Scamp. They should be on station in about six hours.” He hesitated, “Joseph, there’s something else you need to know?”
Akinola felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to rise. Yet, he did not dare to hope. “What’s that, Admiral?”
“One of the ships . . . it’s the Eku, Joseph.”
* * *
Stardate 54257.9 (13 April 2377)
USS Scamp
En route to the Lesser Riven nebula - Warp 9
Captain Rodenko sat in his command chair on the bridge, rubbing his neck and mentally cursing himself for falling asleep in the ready room. Ever since going on the Doctor’s damnable diet, he’d found himself nodding off easily when he sat still for long – a bad habit he intended to break!
“Captain?” Commander Vribb straightened from her seat at operations. “I’ve found the archived file you requested – the last transmission from the Finback before they disappeared.”
“Play it back – audio only,” directed Rodenko.
In a moment, the Captain heard a voice he’d last heard 30 years ago - the no-nonsense voice of Captain Shartuurn. He frowned as a faint chill ran through him.
“Finback to Star Station Echo,”
“Echo control – this is Commander Farringer, go ahead, Finback.”
“Commander, this is Captain Shartuurn. Be advised, we are altering course toward the Lesser Riven nebula. Sensors have picked up an anomalous energy surge approaching 500 teracochranes in intensity. Are you aware of any vessels in the area?”
“Stand by, Finback . . . Finback, this is Echo – negative on other ships. No flight plans have been filed for that sector. Of course, you’re aware that a lot of traffic flows through there unauthorized.”
“Thank you, Commander, I was aware of that. We will investigate and report back to you. Finback out.”
“That’s all of it,” said Vribb, apologetically.
Rodenko nodded, a frown on his broad face. “Thank you, Commander.” So, the same high-level energy waves were present when the Finback disappeared as upon its return. He thought, concern creeping into his mind.
He turned his attention back to the PADD containing the data transmitted from the navigational buoy that had first noted the appearance of the four ships. He re-read all of the data regarding the Finback, which was scant enough. He scrolled through the rest of the data, seeing if there was further knowledge to be gleaned from the other ships.
As he came to the fourth vessel, an L-type freighter, he frowned in thought. I’ve heard of this ship before – the Eku, but where? And when?
He puzzled over the not-quite-memory for several moments. Absently, he noted Master Chief Petty Officer H’runda walk toward the tactical officer with a PADD. His eyes fell on the non-com’s rank insignia and a switch connected in his mind.
“Joseph Akinola!” he breathed, his eyes widening. “The Eku was his parents’ ship!”
* * *
Stardate 54257.9 (13 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Star Station Echo – Berth 6
Officers’ Wardroom
The festive spirit of the going-away gathering partially allayed the underlying sense of sadness in the hearts of the assembled officers. The Captain, Commander Strauss, Lt. Commander Gralt, Lt. Commander Simms, Dr. Castille , Lt. Bane and of course, the guest of honor, Lt. Commander T’Ser, crowded around the long table which was heavily laden with food and drink. Balloons and streamers hung overhead, wishing T’Ser “Good Luck” and “Congratulations!”
Akinola began to tap his champagne glass with a fork. “Alright, everyone – listen up a second – I’ve got a couple of important presentations to make. T’Ser, come on up here!”
The rumble of conversation died down as T’Ser made her way toward the Captain, suddenly self-conscious. She approached, carefully holding her glass of wine, eyebrow raised in a perfect parody of Vulcan propriety.
Akinola placed a fatherly hand on the Vulcan’s shoulders. “For the last seven years, it’s been our great privilege to have T’Ser serving alongside us on board Bluefin. When she joined us, she was still a lieutenant and served as assistant ops officer. In a short while, she was made senior operations officer, then promoted to Lt. Commander. She has earned numerous commendations for bravery and she has bled for us on more than one occasion. More than that, she has earned our respect, our admiration and our deep friendship. You will be missed.”
There were numerous murmurs of agreement and a “Hear, hear,” from Bane. T’Ser looked like she might cry.
“Now, in recognition of your leadership abilities, you go now to serve as executive officer of the starship Gibraltar. Captain Sandhurst has chosen well. Our loss is Gibraltar’s gain.”
There was gentle applause at this and nods of agreement. T’Ser surreptitiously brushed a tear from her cheek.
“Before you leave us, however, there are two things you need to carry. One is some heavier hardware – Commander Strauss?”
The XO came forward carrying a PADD and a small box. T’Ser’s eyebrow slid up once more. Strauss handed the PADD to Akinola, who began to read from it.
“Attention to orders!” he began, “The President of the United Federation of Planets, acting upon the recommendation of the Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet, has placed special trust in the loyalty, integrity and abilities of Lt. Commander T’Ser. In view of these special qualities, and her demonstrated potential to serve in the higher grade, Lt. Commander T’Ser is promoted to the grade of Commander, effective Stardate 54257.9, by order of the Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.”
T’Ser’s eyes widened in surprise, a tinge of olive coloring her cheeks.
“Commander Strauss,” continued Akinola, “would you please step forward and pin on Commander T’Ser’s new rank?”
Strauss opened the small box, removing a gold pip. She removed the black and gold third pip from T’Ser’s uniform, replacing it with the new one.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Commander T’Ser, Executive Officer designate of the USS Gibraltar.”
The applause was louder and longer this time. Nigel shouted, “Speech! Speech!”
T’Ser smiled broadly. “Here’s a speech for you – Shut up, Nigel!”
There were appreciative chuckles. Bane feigned an affronted expression.
“Thank you all! I really don’t know what to say, but . . . it’s been a very real honor to serve with you. Some of you I’ve known all seven years – others more recently, but you’re like family to me. I’ll miss you guys . . .” she paused, to clear her throat, “and I’ll think of you often. But I have to admit, I’m excited about the opportunity to serve as first officer on the Gibraltar. Thank you all for . . .” her throat tightened with emotion and she was left speechless, a tearful smile on her face.
Akinola smiled. “Alright, everyone – time for us to wrap this up. T’Ser, after everyone comes by, please accompany me and the XO to the ready room.”
The senior officers filed by T’Ser, offering hugs, words of encouragement and their fare-wells. More than a few tears were shed. Even Gralt, the crusty Telarite chief engineer, gave T’Ser an awkward hug.
“I guess you weren’t a total disaster as second officer,” he groused.
T’Ser planted a kiss on the short Telarite’s snout. “I’ll miss you too, Gralt.”
Soon, the wardroom was empty, save for Akinola, T’Ser and Strauss. “Come on commanders, we’ve got one more presentation to make.”
* * *
Captain’s Ready Room
Once inside the Captain’s compact office, the veteran Captain handed T’Ser a gift box.
“Go ahead, open it up!” urged Akinola.
Intrigued, T’Ser carefully opened the fasteners to the ornate box and lifted the lid. Her breath caught momentarily as she gazed at the contents.
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, softly. It’s beautiful, sir – Thank you!”
Strauss lifted up on her toes to peer into the box. Nestled inside on a blanket of blue velvet was a hand-carved model of the USS Bluefin, captured in gleaming Myrtlewood. A small engraved plaque at the model’s base read,
“To Commander T’Ser from the Captain and Crew of the USS Bluefin: May your journeys be filled with joy and wonder as you go where no one has gone before. Semper Paratus.”
Impulsively, T’Ser gave Akinola a fierce hug. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered, “for everything! It’s been more than an honor!”
Akinola patted her gently on the back. “The honor has been mine, T’Ser.”
The Vulcan released her embrace and smiled at Strauss, who was doing an admirable job of not crying.
“Try to keep him out of trouble!” said T’Ser, jerking her thumb at the Captain.
“It’s a full-time job,” answered Strauss with a straight face.
“You two should take your comedy act on the road,” remarked Akinola, dryly. His terminal suddenly chimed for attention. He walked around his desk and keyed the reply stud. “Akinola – go ahead.”
“Incoming message from Admiral Bateson, sir,” came the voice of Ensign Vashtee.
Akinola glanced at the chronometer, surprised that the Admiral was calling at such a late hour. He gave an apologetic look to T’Ser and Strauss.
“Ladies, I apologize, but I better take this.”
T’Ser smiled. “Thank you, Captain. I’ll see you in the morning before I leave.”
“Goodnight to you both, then,” replied Akinola as he seated himself behind his desk.
As soon as the door closed behind the departing officers, Akinola activated his terminal screen. Morgan Bateson’s face appeared.
“Joseph, I’m sorry to disturb your going-away party for T’Ser, but something rather extraordinary has come up that you need to know about.”
“No problem, Admiral – we were wrapping up, anyway. What happened that’s so ‘extraordinary?’”
“Are you sitting down?”
Akinola frowned, a vague sense of unease coming over him. “Yes sir.”
Bateson took a breath before beginning. “Several hours ago, four ships suddenly appeared out of nowhere near the Lesser Riven nebula. All of these ships were reported missing long ago. One is the USS Finback.”
Akinola leaned forward in surprise and excitement. “The Finback? My God, they disappeared, what? Nearly 30 years ago?”
“Boris Rodenko is on his way to investigate with the Scamp. They should be on station in about six hours.” He hesitated, “Joseph, there’s something else you need to know?”
Akinola felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to rise. Yet, he did not dare to hope. “What’s that, Admiral?”
“One of the ships . . . it’s the Eku, Joseph.”
* * *
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Joseph is not going to wait on the sidelines for this one, is he??
Great piece and T'Ser deserves her promotion after all she's been through. It'll be interesting to see her on the Gibraltar. And what a touching parting gift, I'm sure that even a standard-issue Vulcan would have been moved, at least by the craftsmanship if not the sentiment.
But, personally, I can't wait to see what this spatial/temporal rift is causing/doing. good stuff ahead, of that I'm sure.
Great piece and T'Ser deserves her promotion after all she's been through. It'll be interesting to see her on the Gibraltar. And what a touching parting gift, I'm sure that even a standard-issue Vulcan would have been moved, at least by the craftsmanship if not the sentiment.
But, personally, I can't wait to see what this spatial/temporal rift is causing/doing. good stuff ahead, of that I'm sure.
Well, I don't know about that promotion. What exactly has T'Ser ever done that is so great? 
I gotta say though not many people can write the 'small stuff' better or make it more engaging than you do. T'Ser's going away party was absolutely delightfully done.
Marvelous job.
I gotta say though not many people can write the 'small stuff' better or make it more engaging than you do. T'Ser's going away party was absolutely delightfully done.
Marvelous job.
Here here! That was a touching sendoff for T'Ser. She'll undoubtedly have her work cut out for her where she's going. If she thought Bluefin's crew was dysfunctional...
And wow, what a bone-chilling announcement for Akinola. No force in the galaxy is going to keep him from rushing out there to see who or what remains aboard the Eku.
And wow, what a bone-chilling announcement for Akinola. No force in the galaxy is going to keep him from rushing out there to see who or what remains aboard the Eku.
A very well done scene and a nice sendoff for T'Ser--although I'd say she's about to jump from the frying pan into the fire! 
I have a feeling both Akinola and Rodenko are about to encounter some demons on the Finback and Eku...
I have a feeling both Akinola and Rodenko are about to encounter some demons on the Finback and Eku...
Chapter Four
Stardate 54258.0 (14 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Star Station Echo – Berth 6
Akinola sat in the semi-darkness of his ready room, staring at an old holo-pic of his family taken when he was about nine years old and his little sister, Melody, was just one. It had belonged to his grandparents and was the only image he had left of his parents.
In the picture, they were back on Earth during one of their infrequent visits to their home-world. The Kwa Falls of Nigeria served as a spectacular backdrop as Joseph’s father knelt by young Joseph. His mother held little Melody in her arms, shielding her face from the sun with her hand. They were all smiling except Melody, who was asleep.
Akinola smiled at the memory. He had enjoyed the month they spent in Nigeria, visiting with grandparents and other family members, and traveling across the continent of United Africa. The vast plain of the Serengeti had been a particularly awesome sight to a young lad who spent most of his days in 100 meter long cylinder.
He wiped his face, surprised at the sudden moisture from his eyes. Briefly, he considered contacting Melody and alerting her to the discovery of Eku. He discarded the notion after a moment’s reflection. He’d wait until he’d had a chance to look over their old ship first, to see . . .
What? he wondered, What will I find on Eku? It’s been missing for 47 years!
More disturbing were the implications of the discovery. For all these years, Akinola had assumed the ship had been destroyed by pirates or raiders. It troubled him that he still could not recall the details of what actually happened on that fateful day. His old friend, the late Dr. Calvin Baxter attributed the memory lapse to traumatic amnesia.
“You were just a youngster, Joseph,” Calvin had said, “Your mind was simply overwhelmed by what you witnessed and the amnesia is a defense mechanism. It’s perfectly understandable that you don’t remember the events.”
Akinola had accepted Baxter’s reasoning, though somehow, it didn’t quite ring true.
And what about the nightmares?
Oh yes – let’s not forget the god-damned night terrors! They teased and tormented him with disjointed, fleeting images that he could not quite recall upon waking. Castille had been bold enough to suggest that Akinola see a counselor. Akinola had told Castille where he could shove his Feinberger scanner.
So why haven’t you gone to see a counselor, Joseph, old man? Afraid of what they might find locked up between your ears?
He didn’t want to think about that just now.
The Captain stood and made his way to the ready room door. He stopped momentarily, realizing he still carried the holo of his family. Placing it carefully back on the shelf, he moved on through the door and onto the bridge.
* * *
Lt. Commander Delta Simms was surprised to see Akinola exit the ready room. She had assumed that he was asleep in his cabin so very early in gamma shift.
“Can’t sleep, Captain?” she asked.
Akinola flashed a weak smile. “Nothing new about that, Delta,” he said. “Do me a favor – see who we have that’s still out on shore leave. I want us to get underway by 0800.”
Simms looked surprised. “0800 this morning, sir? I didn’t think we were due to depart for three more days.”
“Change of plans, Commander. We’re going to rendezvous with the Scamp near the Lesser Riven. We’ll need to transmit a recall signal to any crew that are still out and about.”
Akinola’s tone was conversational, but Simms could detect a note of impatience in his voice.
“Aye, sir. I’ll get right on it.” She hesitated, then ventured out on a limb. “May I ask what’s going on?”
The Captain still appeared distracted. “It would seem that some wanderers have returned from afar,” he answered, cryptically.
* * *
Stardate 54258.1 (14 April 2377)
Star Station Echo – Berth 6
T’Ser stood at the transparent aluminum view-port, watching the Bluefin back slowly from its berth at the star station. Red and green navigational lights strobed cheerfully on the cutter’s hull while accent lights illuminated the ship’s name and registry.
It always looks bigger on the outside than it feels on the inside, she mused. She wonder if the Gibraltar were as cramped.
The moment was surreal for the Vulcan woman as she watched her home for the last seven years gracefully pirouette and move away from the station. On board were the people she knew and loved the most, next to her own parents.
She watched the cutter’s impulse vents suddenly glow red and the small ship moved rapidly away. Soon, it was a mere point of light approaching the outer navigational markers of the space which surrounded the station. Her keen eyesight caught the tell-tale flash as the Bluefin jumped to warp, and was gone.
T’Ser stared out the view-port for a few moments longer. A work pod scurried past and a Miranda-class ship slid slowly by, though she did not note its name, her mind replaying her final words with Captain Akinola.
“I guess this is good-bye, Commander. Let us know how you’re doing when you get a chance.”
“I will,” she had promised, though they both thought that unlikely.
Akinola then gently grasped her arm and peered into her eyes. “Be careful, T’Ser.” Then he had abruptly turned and vanished back into Bluefin.
“Be careful,” she said to herself, quietly. “Not, ‘good-luck’ or ‘best wishes?’” For some reason, these two words gave her pause. Sure, she knew Gibraltar was a troubled ship, but heck – after the war every ship had its share of troubled crew members.
Don’t read so much into it, she chided herself, he’s just distracted and wants to see about his family’s old ship.
Pushing her troubled thoughts to the back of her mind, T’Ser shouldered her carry-all and made her way to the bank of turbo-lifts. Her runabout left in fifteen minutes and she certainly didn’t want to miss it.
* * *
Stardate 54258.4 (14 April 2377)
USS Scamp
Sector 04341 - Near the The Lesser Riven nebula
“Maximum magnification on the viewer, Mr. Eerdman,” ordered Captain Rodenko. The Scamp was running at one-half impulse, quickly closing on the drifting ships.
The image shimmered slightly, then refocused. All eyes on the bridge turned and marveled at the sight of the USS Finback as it drifted dark and silent in the void.
“See if you can enhance the image, please,” said Rodenko, a hint of excited fascination in his voice.
The operations officer complied, and the dark image became much clearer as the computer amplified the scant starlight, giving greater illumination to the vessel.
The Finback appeared to be in pristine condition, at least externally. There were no traces of damage – no hull breaches or scorch marks from weapons’ fire were evident. All of the escape pods were still in place.
Rodenko frowned slightly. The hull, in fact, appeared too clean for a powerless vessel that had drifted for 28 years. There should have been a coating of dust particles, meteor damage – something to give evidence to the passage of time.
Yet, their sister ship looked as if had just left from a fresh refit at space-dock.
“Give her a full sensor sweep, Mr. Eerdman. Helm, bring us in dead-slow and activate the spot-lights – let’s give her a careful look over.”
“Captain,” announced Lt. Eerdman, a note of puzzlement in his voice, “No life signs of any kind, however . . .” He tapped a control stud several times, “I’m picking up very low-level energy readings on board. It seems that emergency battery power is still operating.”
Commander Vribb glanced at Rodenko. “That shouldn’t be possible!” she exclaimed.
“Nyet,” the Captain agreed, more to himself than to Vribb. “Those batteries are rated for six months – give or take a few weeks. Certainly not for 28 years!”
A surprised oath from operations caught Rodenko’s attention. “You have something more to share, Lieutenant?”
“Uh, yes sir, just let me double check . . . this can’t be right!” he muttered.
“I’m not getting any younger, Mr. Eerdman,” said Rodenko, his thin patience rapidly waning.
Frustrated, Eerdman rubbed a hand through his thinning brown hair. “According to my readings – and I’ve checked them twice – Finback fired her phasers very recently. Based on the decay of residual photonic energy at the emitters, I estimate anywhere from 18 to 24 hours ago.”
The bridge was quiet for several moments at this astounding and seemingly impossible pronouncement.
If the vessel is deserted, who fired the phasers? And what were they shooting at? wondered Captain Rodenko, his bushy brows furrowed.
Finally, Rodenko spoke. “Ensign V’Shev, raise shields. Commander, take us to yellow alert. We will operate under the assumption that nothing we are seeing is as it seems. Helm, back us off 500 thousand kilometers and hold station at that point.
Vribb leaned in to speak with Rodenko.
“Do you expect trouble, sir?”
He snorted. “Trouble is what I am seeing now, Commander. None of this makes any rational sense.”
“Are we going to send over a boarding party?” asked the XO.
Rodenko rubbed his chin in thought. “All in good time, Commander - the Bluefin and Scioto will arrive in a few hours. We will pool our information and resources and attack this mystery together.”
He stared at the image of their derelict sister ship, his initial excitement tempered by these new, disturbing revelations. Dark thoughts swirled through his troubled mind.
* * *
Stardate 54258.0 (14 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Star Station Echo – Berth 6
Akinola sat in the semi-darkness of his ready room, staring at an old holo-pic of his family taken when he was about nine years old and his little sister, Melody, was just one. It had belonged to his grandparents and was the only image he had left of his parents.
In the picture, they were back on Earth during one of their infrequent visits to their home-world. The Kwa Falls of Nigeria served as a spectacular backdrop as Joseph’s father knelt by young Joseph. His mother held little Melody in her arms, shielding her face from the sun with her hand. They were all smiling except Melody, who was asleep.
Akinola smiled at the memory. He had enjoyed the month they spent in Nigeria, visiting with grandparents and other family members, and traveling across the continent of United Africa. The vast plain of the Serengeti had been a particularly awesome sight to a young lad who spent most of his days in 100 meter long cylinder.
He wiped his face, surprised at the sudden moisture from his eyes. Briefly, he considered contacting Melody and alerting her to the discovery of Eku. He discarded the notion after a moment’s reflection. He’d wait until he’d had a chance to look over their old ship first, to see . . .
What? he wondered, What will I find on Eku? It’s been missing for 47 years!
More disturbing were the implications of the discovery. For all these years, Akinola had assumed the ship had been destroyed by pirates or raiders. It troubled him that he still could not recall the details of what actually happened on that fateful day. His old friend, the late Dr. Calvin Baxter attributed the memory lapse to traumatic amnesia.
“You were just a youngster, Joseph,” Calvin had said, “Your mind was simply overwhelmed by what you witnessed and the amnesia is a defense mechanism. It’s perfectly understandable that you don’t remember the events.”
Akinola had accepted Baxter’s reasoning, though somehow, it didn’t quite ring true.
And what about the nightmares?
Oh yes – let’s not forget the god-damned night terrors! They teased and tormented him with disjointed, fleeting images that he could not quite recall upon waking. Castille had been bold enough to suggest that Akinola see a counselor. Akinola had told Castille where he could shove his Feinberger scanner.
So why haven’t you gone to see a counselor, Joseph, old man? Afraid of what they might find locked up between your ears?
He didn’t want to think about that just now.
The Captain stood and made his way to the ready room door. He stopped momentarily, realizing he still carried the holo of his family. Placing it carefully back on the shelf, he moved on through the door and onto the bridge.
* * *
Lt. Commander Delta Simms was surprised to see Akinola exit the ready room. She had assumed that he was asleep in his cabin so very early in gamma shift.
“Can’t sleep, Captain?” she asked.
Akinola flashed a weak smile. “Nothing new about that, Delta,” he said. “Do me a favor – see who we have that’s still out on shore leave. I want us to get underway by 0800.”
Simms looked surprised. “0800 this morning, sir? I didn’t think we were due to depart for three more days.”
“Change of plans, Commander. We’re going to rendezvous with the Scamp near the Lesser Riven. We’ll need to transmit a recall signal to any crew that are still out and about.”
Akinola’s tone was conversational, but Simms could detect a note of impatience in his voice.
“Aye, sir. I’ll get right on it.” She hesitated, then ventured out on a limb. “May I ask what’s going on?”
The Captain still appeared distracted. “It would seem that some wanderers have returned from afar,” he answered, cryptically.
* * *
Stardate 54258.1 (14 April 2377)
Star Station Echo – Berth 6
T’Ser stood at the transparent aluminum view-port, watching the Bluefin back slowly from its berth at the star station. Red and green navigational lights strobed cheerfully on the cutter’s hull while accent lights illuminated the ship’s name and registry.
It always looks bigger on the outside than it feels on the inside, she mused. She wonder if the Gibraltar were as cramped.
The moment was surreal for the Vulcan woman as she watched her home for the last seven years gracefully pirouette and move away from the station. On board were the people she knew and loved the most, next to her own parents.
She watched the cutter’s impulse vents suddenly glow red and the small ship moved rapidly away. Soon, it was a mere point of light approaching the outer navigational markers of the space which surrounded the station. Her keen eyesight caught the tell-tale flash as the Bluefin jumped to warp, and was gone.
T’Ser stared out the view-port for a few moments longer. A work pod scurried past and a Miranda-class ship slid slowly by, though she did not note its name, her mind replaying her final words with Captain Akinola.
“I guess this is good-bye, Commander. Let us know how you’re doing when you get a chance.”
“I will,” she had promised, though they both thought that unlikely.
Akinola then gently grasped her arm and peered into her eyes. “Be careful, T’Ser.” Then he had abruptly turned and vanished back into Bluefin.
“Be careful,” she said to herself, quietly. “Not, ‘good-luck’ or ‘best wishes?’” For some reason, these two words gave her pause. Sure, she knew Gibraltar was a troubled ship, but heck – after the war every ship had its share of troubled crew members.
Don’t read so much into it, she chided herself, he’s just distracted and wants to see about his family’s old ship.
Pushing her troubled thoughts to the back of her mind, T’Ser shouldered her carry-all and made her way to the bank of turbo-lifts. Her runabout left in fifteen minutes and she certainly didn’t want to miss it.
* * *
Stardate 54258.4 (14 April 2377)
USS Scamp
Sector 04341 - Near the The Lesser Riven nebula
“Maximum magnification on the viewer, Mr. Eerdman,” ordered Captain Rodenko. The Scamp was running at one-half impulse, quickly closing on the drifting ships.
The image shimmered slightly, then refocused. All eyes on the bridge turned and marveled at the sight of the USS Finback as it drifted dark and silent in the void.
“See if you can enhance the image, please,” said Rodenko, a hint of excited fascination in his voice.
The operations officer complied, and the dark image became much clearer as the computer amplified the scant starlight, giving greater illumination to the vessel.
The Finback appeared to be in pristine condition, at least externally. There were no traces of damage – no hull breaches or scorch marks from weapons’ fire were evident. All of the escape pods were still in place.
Rodenko frowned slightly. The hull, in fact, appeared too clean for a powerless vessel that had drifted for 28 years. There should have been a coating of dust particles, meteor damage – something to give evidence to the passage of time.
Yet, their sister ship looked as if had just left from a fresh refit at space-dock.
“Give her a full sensor sweep, Mr. Eerdman. Helm, bring us in dead-slow and activate the spot-lights – let’s give her a careful look over.”
“Captain,” announced Lt. Eerdman, a note of puzzlement in his voice, “No life signs of any kind, however . . .” He tapped a control stud several times, “I’m picking up very low-level energy readings on board. It seems that emergency battery power is still operating.”
Commander Vribb glanced at Rodenko. “That shouldn’t be possible!” she exclaimed.
“Nyet,” the Captain agreed, more to himself than to Vribb. “Those batteries are rated for six months – give or take a few weeks. Certainly not for 28 years!”
A surprised oath from operations caught Rodenko’s attention. “You have something more to share, Lieutenant?”
“Uh, yes sir, just let me double check . . . this can’t be right!” he muttered.
“I’m not getting any younger, Mr. Eerdman,” said Rodenko, his thin patience rapidly waning.
Frustrated, Eerdman rubbed a hand through his thinning brown hair. “According to my readings – and I’ve checked them twice – Finback fired her phasers very recently. Based on the decay of residual photonic energy at the emitters, I estimate anywhere from 18 to 24 hours ago.”
The bridge was quiet for several moments at this astounding and seemingly impossible pronouncement.
If the vessel is deserted, who fired the phasers? And what were they shooting at? wondered Captain Rodenko, his bushy brows furrowed.
Finally, Rodenko spoke. “Ensign V’Shev, raise shields. Commander, take us to yellow alert. We will operate under the assumption that nothing we are seeing is as it seems. Helm, back us off 500 thousand kilometers and hold station at that point.
Vribb leaned in to speak with Rodenko.
“Do you expect trouble, sir?”
He snorted. “Trouble is what I am seeing now, Commander. None of this makes any rational sense.”
“Are we going to send over a boarding party?” asked the XO.
Rodenko rubbed his chin in thought. “All in good time, Commander - the Bluefin and Scioto will arrive in a few hours. We will pool our information and resources and attack this mystery together.”
He stared at the image of their derelict sister ship, his initial excitement tempered by these new, disturbing revelations. Dark thoughts swirled through his troubled mind.
* * *
A Starfleet captain who's going to play it safe and wait for backup? Just who the hell does Rodenko think he is?
Pretty much exactly what I was thinking. These Border Service skippers are a weird bunch, indeed. What's with all this patience and caution? It's silly ...
A fascinating mystery though. Can't wait to find out what's going on. I'm sure you'll torture us with a lot more questions first.
And now the mystery takes shape. Rodenko's a prudent man...not sure that's going to help him here though...
Chapter Five
Stardate 54258.7 (14 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Sector 04341 – En route to the Lesser Riven nebula
Akinola listened carefully as Boris Rodenko related the unusual findings from their initial scans of the Finback.
“I must say, Joseph, this gets stranger the more I ponder it. Right now, I have far more questions than I do answers.”
Captain Akinola took a pensive sip of coffee. “Have you scanned the other ships?” He tried to keep his tone nonchalant. He failed badly.
Rodenko regarded his friend over the subspace link. “To answer your real question, Joseph – No, we have not done a thorough scan of the Eku. However, to be blunt – our initial assessments do not indicate the ship has power . . . or any life readings.” He paused, “I’m sorry, my friend – I know that’s not what you wanted to hear.”
Akinola forced a smile. “No apologies necessary, Boris. The odds of my parents or my uncle and aunt still being alive after all these years . . . well . . .” His voice trailed off.
Rodenko nodded, “In any event, I feel strongly that you should be the one to investigate Eku. It is your ship, after all.” He glanced off-screen at a PADD. “Captain Phralnis and the warp-tug Scioto should rendezvous with us shortly after you arrive on station. How do you want us to proceed?” The Russian deferred to Akinola, the senior captain.
“Why don’t you continue to investigate the Finback. We’ll take the Eku and let Phralnis and his crew check out the Vulcan and Orion ships. He can easily tow both of those vessels back to Echo while we handle one each.”
“Da! Yes, that works for me.”
“And Boris? Based on what you’ve told me, better have your boarding teams carry side-arms. Maybe I’m just getting old, but something about this definitely doesn’t feel right.”
“Then we both are getting old together. I agree – we will proceed with due caution. Scamp, out.”
* * *
Fifty-four minutes later, the Bluefin dropped out of warp and began approaching the Scamp and the deserted vessels.
Commander Strauss stole a glance at Captain Akinola from her customary seat at the tactical station. His expression was rapt at he peered at the viewscreen, seeking a glimpse of his old ship – his childhood home.
In truth, Strauss was concerned for the Captain. She knew of the nightmares that afflicted him and their tenuous connection to the disappearance of the Eku so many years ago. She wondered how the same vessel, suddenly appearing from nowhere, might affect him.
“I have it, sir,” announced Lt. Bane. “Bearing seven degrees off our port bow, negative 12 degrees, z-axis.”
“Take us in slow, Mr. Bralus,” said Akinola, his voice restrained and quiet. “Commence scanning, Mr. Bane.”
Nigel stole a glance at Inga before replying. “Aye sir. Beginning active scans now.” He hesitated before adding, “I have it on visual, Captain,”
Akinola took a quieting breath. “On-screen.”
The viewscreen shifted and zoomed in on a slowly tumbling object, still too distant to be discernable.
“Increase magnification,” said Akinola. He absently rubbed his palms on his uniform pants.
The view shifted once more. On the screen, an oblong spaceship slowly spun, like a long spoke of a Ferris wheel. It was yellowish tan in color with a prominent red stripe along its length. Seven intact cargo pods were attached to the belly of the ship. At the bow was an old-style deflector dish. Aft, were the impulse cluster and engineering section with two stubby warp nacelles attached. Roughly amidships was a prominent conning tower that rose above the dorsal midline – the bridge and primary airlock. On the fin-like tower was a civilian registry number and the ship’s name, S.S. Eku.
For a while, no one spoke. Some watched the small freighter slowly rotate while a few stole glances toward the Captain.
Joseph Akinola’s face was unreadable, though a faint crinkle in his brow might be construed as a frown or perhaps, mere puzzlement.
The Captain cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Are you getting any additional readings, Mr. Bane?”
Bane scrolled through several sensor bands, determining not to miss anything of importance.
“The ship is intact, sir. I’m reading a breathable atmosphere, although it’s a bit on the chilly side. Now picking up low-level power readings, consistent with emergency battery power, as Captain Rodenko reported about the Finback.”
Akinola frowned at this piece of news but did not comment.
Bane continued with his report. “All major systems are off-line at present, though I imagine they would operate with normal power restored.”
He scrolled to the bio-metric scale and stopped, surprised. He adjusted the gain on the sensor return and frowned.
Akinola noticed. “Something, Mr. Bane?”
“I’m picking up a life form reading, Captain.”
Akinola snapped his head toward Bane. “Human?”
The operations officer shook his head apologetically. “No sir, no – definitely not human. I can’t get a positive I.D. – it’s coming from engineering, though – there seems to be some low-level interference, residual radiation perhaps, but not at dangerous levels.”
“Keep at it, Mr. Bane. Please inform me if you get a positive I.D. on the life reading.”
He rose from his chair. “Mr. Bralus, move us in close to the Eku. See if you can get a tractor beam on her and stop the tumbling. XO, my ready room, please.”
Strauss rose from her chair at tactical and followed the Captain into his office.
Akinola walked to the small viewport of the ready room, clasped his hands behind his back and stared out at the stars.
“Inga, I’d appreciate you sharing any thoughts you have about the situation,” said Akinola.
“Sir,” she began, carefully, “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now . . ."
He snorted. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling myself, to be honest."
She continued, "But I’ve no doubt you're eager to see your ship.”
She caught the reflection of his smile in the viewport.
“No doubt,” he agreed, in a dry tone. “But I need to be careful not to let my . . . eagerness over-ride good judgement. I’ve been guilty of that of late.”
“Captain, we’re all probing in the dark here. There are many questions that remain unanswered. Our job, as I see it, is to try to find some answers. But at the same time, I recommend caution. I have to wonder not only how these ships arrived here, but who sent them – and why?”
“Questions upon questions,” murmured Akinola. "The same ones have crossed my mind as well. I have a feeling there is some dark purpose behind the appearance of these ships."
He turned. “Barring any hazardous discoveries from our sensor sweeps, I want to place boarding parties on all of these vessels – check them out from stem to stern before we take them back to Echo. Do you concur?”
Strauss nodded. “Yes sir, I do. But let me remind you, there is the matter of the un-identified life-form on Eku.”
“Point well taken - we’ll go well-prepared, Commander. I’ll contact Captain Rodenko and have him proceed with boarding the Finback. Captain Phralnis has well-trained salvage teams on Scioto - I’ll ask him to check out the Vulcan and Orion ships.”
“Yes sir. I’ll put together an away team for the Eku,” said Strauss.
Akinola nodded. “Fine. Just one thing, Inga.”
“Sir?”
“I’m leading it.”
She stifled a sigh. “Yes sir, I already guessed as much.”
* * *
Stardate 54258.7 (14 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Sector 04341 – En route to the Lesser Riven nebula
Akinola listened carefully as Boris Rodenko related the unusual findings from their initial scans of the Finback.
“I must say, Joseph, this gets stranger the more I ponder it. Right now, I have far more questions than I do answers.”
Captain Akinola took a pensive sip of coffee. “Have you scanned the other ships?” He tried to keep his tone nonchalant. He failed badly.
Rodenko regarded his friend over the subspace link. “To answer your real question, Joseph – No, we have not done a thorough scan of the Eku. However, to be blunt – our initial assessments do not indicate the ship has power . . . or any life readings.” He paused, “I’m sorry, my friend – I know that’s not what you wanted to hear.”
Akinola forced a smile. “No apologies necessary, Boris. The odds of my parents or my uncle and aunt still being alive after all these years . . . well . . .” His voice trailed off.
Rodenko nodded, “In any event, I feel strongly that you should be the one to investigate Eku. It is your ship, after all.” He glanced off-screen at a PADD. “Captain Phralnis and the warp-tug Scioto should rendezvous with us shortly after you arrive on station. How do you want us to proceed?” The Russian deferred to Akinola, the senior captain.
“Why don’t you continue to investigate the Finback. We’ll take the Eku and let Phralnis and his crew check out the Vulcan and Orion ships. He can easily tow both of those vessels back to Echo while we handle one each.”
“Da! Yes, that works for me.”
“And Boris? Based on what you’ve told me, better have your boarding teams carry side-arms. Maybe I’m just getting old, but something about this definitely doesn’t feel right.”
“Then we both are getting old together. I agree – we will proceed with due caution. Scamp, out.”
* * *
Fifty-four minutes later, the Bluefin dropped out of warp and began approaching the Scamp and the deserted vessels.
Commander Strauss stole a glance at Captain Akinola from her customary seat at the tactical station. His expression was rapt at he peered at the viewscreen, seeking a glimpse of his old ship – his childhood home.
In truth, Strauss was concerned for the Captain. She knew of the nightmares that afflicted him and their tenuous connection to the disappearance of the Eku so many years ago. She wondered how the same vessel, suddenly appearing from nowhere, might affect him.
“I have it, sir,” announced Lt. Bane. “Bearing seven degrees off our port bow, negative 12 degrees, z-axis.”
“Take us in slow, Mr. Bralus,” said Akinola, his voice restrained and quiet. “Commence scanning, Mr. Bane.”
Nigel stole a glance at Inga before replying. “Aye sir. Beginning active scans now.” He hesitated before adding, “I have it on visual, Captain,”
Akinola took a quieting breath. “On-screen.”
The viewscreen shifted and zoomed in on a slowly tumbling object, still too distant to be discernable.
“Increase magnification,” said Akinola. He absently rubbed his palms on his uniform pants.
The view shifted once more. On the screen, an oblong spaceship slowly spun, like a long spoke of a Ferris wheel. It was yellowish tan in color with a prominent red stripe along its length. Seven intact cargo pods were attached to the belly of the ship. At the bow was an old-style deflector dish. Aft, were the impulse cluster and engineering section with two stubby warp nacelles attached. Roughly amidships was a prominent conning tower that rose above the dorsal midline – the bridge and primary airlock. On the fin-like tower was a civilian registry number and the ship’s name, S.S. Eku.
For a while, no one spoke. Some watched the small freighter slowly rotate while a few stole glances toward the Captain.
Joseph Akinola’s face was unreadable, though a faint crinkle in his brow might be construed as a frown or perhaps, mere puzzlement.
The Captain cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Are you getting any additional readings, Mr. Bane?”
Bane scrolled through several sensor bands, determining not to miss anything of importance.
“The ship is intact, sir. I’m reading a breathable atmosphere, although it’s a bit on the chilly side. Now picking up low-level power readings, consistent with emergency battery power, as Captain Rodenko reported about the Finback.”
Akinola frowned at this piece of news but did not comment.
Bane continued with his report. “All major systems are off-line at present, though I imagine they would operate with normal power restored.”
He scrolled to the bio-metric scale and stopped, surprised. He adjusted the gain on the sensor return and frowned.
Akinola noticed. “Something, Mr. Bane?”
“I’m picking up a life form reading, Captain.”
Akinola snapped his head toward Bane. “Human?”
The operations officer shook his head apologetically. “No sir, no – definitely not human. I can’t get a positive I.D. – it’s coming from engineering, though – there seems to be some low-level interference, residual radiation perhaps, but not at dangerous levels.”
“Keep at it, Mr. Bane. Please inform me if you get a positive I.D. on the life reading.”
He rose from his chair. “Mr. Bralus, move us in close to the Eku. See if you can get a tractor beam on her and stop the tumbling. XO, my ready room, please.”
Strauss rose from her chair at tactical and followed the Captain into his office.
Akinola walked to the small viewport of the ready room, clasped his hands behind his back and stared out at the stars.
“Inga, I’d appreciate you sharing any thoughts you have about the situation,” said Akinola.
“Sir,” she began, carefully, “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now . . ."
He snorted. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling myself, to be honest."
She continued, "But I’ve no doubt you're eager to see your ship.”
She caught the reflection of his smile in the viewport.
“No doubt,” he agreed, in a dry tone. “But I need to be careful not to let my . . . eagerness over-ride good judgement. I’ve been guilty of that of late.”
“Captain, we’re all probing in the dark here. There are many questions that remain unanswered. Our job, as I see it, is to try to find some answers. But at the same time, I recommend caution. I have to wonder not only how these ships arrived here, but who sent them – and why?”
“Questions upon questions,” murmured Akinola. "The same ones have crossed my mind as well. I have a feeling there is some dark purpose behind the appearance of these ships."
He turned. “Barring any hazardous discoveries from our sensor sweeps, I want to place boarding parties on all of these vessels – check them out from stem to stern before we take them back to Echo. Do you concur?”
Strauss nodded. “Yes sir, I do. But let me remind you, there is the matter of the un-identified life-form on Eku.”
“Point well taken - we’ll go well-prepared, Commander. I’ll contact Captain Rodenko and have him proceed with boarding the Finback. Captain Phralnis has well-trained salvage teams on Scioto - I’ll ask him to check out the Vulcan and Orion ships.”
“Yes sir. I’ll put together an away team for the Eku,” said Strauss.
Akinola nodded. “Fine. Just one thing, Inga.”
“Sir?”
“I’m leading it.”
She stifled a sigh. “Yes sir, I already guessed as much.”
* * *
Joseph knows the Eku better than any one, to be sure, but there’s no keeping one’s professional objectivity under those circumstances. I hope he doesn’t end up putting the away team in jeopardy, however inadvertently.
And I loved Strauss’ last line, and the way she delivered it. This crew has truly become a close-knit family, as T’Ser’s departure in the last chapter proved.
And I loved Strauss’ last line, and the way she delivered it.
This crew has truly become a close-knit family, as T’Ser’s departure in the last chapter proved.
What's that old saying about the past coming back to haunt you?
Have been looking forward to finding out about the Eku for a long time, of course the answers aren't here yet but it is a thrilling story with loads of mystery and an ominious mood among all. Hmm ... me thinks this will not turn out too good - from the characters' points of view great for us!
I'd liked T'Ser and think she'll be a great Xo but packing her off to Gibraltar - what did she do to deserve that?! Talkl about wanting your hazard pay up front!
A great story TLR looking forward to more.
I'd liked T'Ser and think she'll be a great Xo but packing her off to Gibraltar - what did she do to deserve that?! Talkl about wanting your hazard pay up front!
A great story TLR looking forward to more.
Chapter Six
Stardate 54258.8 (14 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Sector 04341 – Near the Lesser Riven nebula
Officer's Wardroom
Commander Strauss and Lt. Bane carried trays laden with Cookie's fine fare, but both were more tired than hungry.
Strauss ordered a cup of Raktajino from the replicator. Bane gestured at the cup of strong, Klingon brew when she sat down.
"You'll never get to sleep drinkin' that Klingon java. Wouldn't you be better off with a nice cup of decaffeinated tea?"
Inga made a face. "De-caf! God, whose idea was that? Must never have served on a starship."
Bane smiled. "The XO's work is never done, eh?" He became more serious. "So . . . how's the Skipper doing?"
She shrugged as she distractedly shoved some potatoes around her plate. "Okay, I guess. He and Captains Rodenko and Phralnis are being very methodical in their approach. In that sense, I think he's being very prudent."
"But? . . ." prodded Bane.
"Well, how would you feel, Nigel? The Captain has always assumed his ship was destroyed all those years ago - now, it conveniently shows up, batteries working and atmosphere still breathable, which shouldn't be possible, mind you. Not to mention the small matter of an unidentified life form lurking about!"
Nigel grimaced. His inability to identify the mysterious life form was a sore point for him and tugged at his pride.
"I guess I wouldn't know what to think," answered Bane. "But I'd sure as hell want to get on that ship to see for myself!"
"As does the Captain," said Strauss. She pursed her lips and looked down at her food tray.
"Nigel, I need to ask you about Lt. Rune."
Inga sensed rather than saw a subtle change in Bane's mood.
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I talked with Solly, trying to get a handle on our new officer. I figured her adoptive father might shed some light on her history. He did - up to a point - he gave me her early background and how he came to be her father." She smiled wanly. "I think that's the most Solly has said in one sitting since I've been here."
Bane took a swallow of milk. "Did he tell you what happened four years ago that got her court-martialed?"
"No. He said I should ask you. So, I'm asking."
Bane sighed and moved his tray aside. He clasped his hands together and tapped them against his chin, apparently searching for a way to begin.
"If you're wondering if K'lira and I had a relationship . . ."
"I wasn't asking about that, Nigel," she lied.
"We did . . . briefly. I reckon it was less of a relationship than sort of a flirting duel. Sure, we liked one another - that is, I liked her as a friend and shipmate - but I didn't consider it a serious relationship."
"And Lt. Rune?" asked Strauss, quietly.
"Ah." Bane sighed. "That was another . . ."
He paused as Ensign Drii A'nshill entered the wardroom. She offered a nervous smile as she ordered a hot Andorian beverage from the replicator, then quickly scurried from the ward room.
"Cute kid," commented Bane, amused by the rookie helm officer.
"Adorable, but she's still intimidated by all the other officers. Don't get off-subject."
Nigel sighed. "Okay - I didn't realize it at the time, but K'lira was apparently a lot more interested in me than I was in her. I still thought her behavior was just, y'know, part of her personality. I mean - green Orion girls? Bonzer!" Bane winked.
Strauss' smile was glacial. "We'll discuss her behaviorand your sexist attitude later. Right now, I need to know about the incident where she killed a civilian. I understand you were there."
Bane sobered. "Yeah - I was there, all right. Damn near had my ticket punched, too!" He gazed into Inga's eyes. "Oh yeah, she screwed up royally, no doubt about it. But if she hadn't, I'd be dead, fair dinkum!"
* * *
Transporter Room One
Captain Akinola entered the transporter room to find Senior Chief Brin already present. Chief Deryx was behind the control console. Lt. Commander Simms was also present, carrying a small tool-kit and engineering scanner.
Akinola frowned. "Where's . . ."
The door to the transporter room swished open and two figures entered. Dr. Castille had a medical tri-corder on his belt and a smug expression on his face.
"Doctor? I don't recall requesting you to accompany us on this away mission," said Akinola, clearly displeased.
"CMO's perogative," he answered, abruptly. "Since we don't have a counselor on board, I'm the next best thing. And, considering where you're about to go, somebody needs to keep an eye on you!"
Akinola bit off a retort and nodded curtly. "Fine. Just . . . keep out of the way." He looked at the second person.
"Glad you could join us, Lt. Rune. You were expected five minutes ago."
"Sorry, sir. I thought it was a mistake, so I double-checked." She gave a meaningful look at Senior Chief Brin whose face was like granite.
"Next time, show up on-time and you can clarify it then. Your name happened to be at the top for away team rotation. Is there a problem?" Akinola's voice was neutral but he allowed his gaze to drift meaningfully between Lt. Rune and Senior Chief Brin.
"No problem, sir," replied Rune, perfunctorily.
Akinola raised an eyebrow at Solly, who merely shook his head slightly.
"Good. Let's go then."
The five took their places on the transporter platform. Akinola paused fractionally before speaking.
"Energize."
* * *
Stardate 54258.9 (14 April 2377)
SS Eku
Sector 04341 – Near the Lesser Riven nebula
Five figures materialized in a dimly lit corridor of the small freighter. Emergency lights provided meager illumination in the narrow space.
"And I thought Bluefin was cramped," muttered Castille, instinctively ducking from the overhead conduits, pipes and air ducts.
Captain Akinola stood silently for several moments, waves of memories washing over him like an in-coming tide. A momentary bout of dizziness threatened to drop him to his knees.
"Captain?" Dr. Castille asked, sharply, noticing Akinola's dazed expression.
Akinola blinked. "I'm fine Doctor. Just . . . give me a moment."
He took a few tentative steps forward on the tile-covered deck, peering around as if expecting the ship to vanish like some cruel mirage.
Bane and Simms had their scanners out, sweeping in all directions.
"Atmosphere is good," Delta announced, "In fact, it's well within the normal range," she finished, her voice tinged with surprise. "After all these years, it should have gone stale."
"Stale?" murmurred Akinola, "It should be un-breathable." He sniffed the air, a puzzled expression on his dark features. "You smell that?"
They all tested the air. "Something burning?" ventured Lt. Rune.
"Yeah," agreed Castille. "Coffee - it smells just like scorched coffee!"
"This way!" said Akinola, moving forward suddenly. The others almost had to trot to keep up.
The Captain led them to a compartment off the main corridor. It was the Eku's galley, primitive by even the Bluefin's standards. On one wall was an ancient protein re-sequencer of early 23rd century vintage. Nearby was a moderate size stasis chamber for meat, fruit and vegetables. A counter with cabinets lined the opposite wall with a small stove, sink and a coffee urn. The coffee urn's red light was still glowing and the strong smell of over-done coffee.
Akinola walked over and switched off the coffee urn, staring at it as if in a dream. He ran his hand tentatively over the chrome plated vessel.
"Dad wired the coffee maker into the emergency circuit. He always said, 'No problem is too big if you have enough coffee.'"
"Sir? Look at this," said Delta. She was standing by a metal dining table in the middle of the room. Akinola turned, his eyes falling on the remains of a half-eaten meal.
Castille ran his scanner over the food remains. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"What the hell?" the Doctor muttered. He picked up a half-eaten sandwich and sniffed it. He stared at Akinola.
"It's still good!" he announced, incredulous. "The bread's a little stale, but you could eat it."
The Captain walked over to the table, reaching for one of the plates, but withdrew his hand before touching it, as if it were somehow bewitched.
"My father and uncle liked to come in and grab a late-night snack," The Captain explained, "They did a lot of the maintenance work during the 'night' cycle, while Melody and I were asleep. They probably came in here just before . . ." He stopped abruptly as dormant memories began to surface.
Castille noted the haunted expression on the Captain's face. "Captain, maybe you've seen enough this time . . ."
"Nonsense!" Akinola's voice firmed up. "We've got a lot to do, so let's . . ."
"Quiet!" hissed Brin, abruptly. His voice carried absolute authority, even though he was outranked by everyone else in the galley. A phaser had appeared in his hand, as if by magic. He was staring intently at his own scanner.
"What is it, Solly?" asked Akinola in a low tone.
"That life-form that's been hiding in engineering?" he whispered, "It's coming our way."
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Stardate 54258.8 (14 April 2377)
USS Bluefin
Sector 04341 – Near the Lesser Riven nebula
Officer's Wardroom
Commander Strauss and Lt. Bane carried trays laden with Cookie's fine fare, but both were more tired than hungry.
Strauss ordered a cup of Raktajino from the replicator. Bane gestured at the cup of strong, Klingon brew when she sat down.
"You'll never get to sleep drinkin' that Klingon java. Wouldn't you be better off with a nice cup of decaffeinated tea?"
Inga made a face. "De-caf! God, whose idea was that? Must never have served on a starship."
Bane smiled. "The XO's work is never done, eh?" He became more serious. "So . . . how's the Skipper doing?"
She shrugged as she distractedly shoved some potatoes around her plate. "Okay, I guess. He and Captains Rodenko and Phralnis are being very methodical in their approach. In that sense, I think he's being very prudent."
"But? . . ." prodded Bane.
"Well, how would you feel, Nigel? The Captain has always assumed his ship was destroyed all those years ago - now, it conveniently shows up, batteries working and atmosphere still breathable, which shouldn't be possible, mind you. Not to mention the small matter of an unidentified life form lurking about!"
Nigel grimaced. His inability to identify the mysterious life form was a sore point for him and tugged at his pride.
"I guess I wouldn't know what to think," answered Bane. "But I'd sure as hell want to get on that ship to see for myself!"
"As does the Captain," said Strauss. She pursed her lips and looked down at her food tray.
"Nigel, I need to ask you about Lt. Rune."
Inga sensed rather than saw a subtle change in Bane's mood.
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I talked with Solly, trying to get a handle on our new officer. I figured her adoptive father might shed some light on her history. He did - up to a point - he gave me her early background and how he came to be her father." She smiled wanly. "I think that's the most Solly has said in one sitting since I've been here."
Bane took a swallow of milk. "Did he tell you what happened four years ago that got her court-martialed?"
"No. He said I should ask you. So, I'm asking."
Bane sighed and moved his tray aside. He clasped his hands together and tapped them against his chin, apparently searching for a way to begin.
"If you're wondering if K'lira and I had a relationship . . ."
"I wasn't asking about that, Nigel," she lied.
"We did . . . briefly. I reckon it was less of a relationship than sort of a flirting duel. Sure, we liked one another - that is, I liked her as a friend and shipmate - but I didn't consider it a serious relationship."
"And Lt. Rune?" asked Strauss, quietly.
"Ah." Bane sighed. "That was another . . ."
He paused as Ensign Drii A'nshill entered the wardroom. She offered a nervous smile as she ordered a hot Andorian beverage from the replicator, then quickly scurried from the ward room.
"Cute kid," commented Bane, amused by the rookie helm officer.
"Adorable, but she's still intimidated by all the other officers. Don't get off-subject."
Nigel sighed. "Okay - I didn't realize it at the time, but K'lira was apparently a lot more interested in me than I was in her. I still thought her behavior was just, y'know, part of her personality. I mean - green Orion girls? Bonzer!" Bane winked.
Strauss' smile was glacial. "We'll discuss her behaviorand your sexist attitude later. Right now, I need to know about the incident where she killed a civilian. I understand you were there."
Bane sobered. "Yeah - I was there, all right. Damn near had my ticket punched, too!" He gazed into Inga's eyes. "Oh yeah, she screwed up royally, no doubt about it. But if she hadn't, I'd be dead, fair dinkum!"
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Transporter Room One
Captain Akinola entered the transporter room to find Senior Chief Brin already present. Chief Deryx was behind the control console. Lt. Commander Simms was also present, carrying a small tool-kit and engineering scanner.
Akinola frowned. "Where's . . ."
The door to the transporter room swished open and two figures entered. Dr. Castille had a medical tri-corder on his belt and a smug expression on his face.
"Doctor? I don't recall requesting you to accompany us on this away mission," said Akinola, clearly displeased.
"CMO's perogative," he answered, abruptly. "Since we don't have a counselor on board, I'm the next best thing. And, considering where you're about to go, somebody needs to keep an eye on you!"
Akinola bit off a retort and nodded curtly. "Fine. Just . . . keep out of the way." He looked at the second person.
"Glad you could join us, Lt. Rune. You were expected five minutes ago."
"Sorry, sir. I thought it was a mistake, so I double-checked." She gave a meaningful look at Senior Chief Brin whose face was like granite.
"Next time, show up on-time and you can clarify it then. Your name happened to be at the top for away team rotation. Is there a problem?" Akinola's voice was neutral but he allowed his gaze to drift meaningfully between Lt. Rune and Senior Chief Brin.
"No problem, sir," replied Rune, perfunctorily.
Akinola raised an eyebrow at Solly, who merely shook his head slightly.
"Good. Let's go then."
The five took their places on the transporter platform. Akinola paused fractionally before speaking.
"Energize."
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Stardate 54258.9 (14 April 2377)
SS Eku
Sector 04341 – Near the Lesser Riven nebula
Five figures materialized in a dimly lit corridor of the small freighter. Emergency lights provided meager illumination in the narrow space.
"And I thought Bluefin was cramped," muttered Castille, instinctively ducking from the overhead conduits, pipes and air ducts.
Captain Akinola stood silently for several moments, waves of memories washing over him like an in-coming tide. A momentary bout of dizziness threatened to drop him to his knees.
"Captain?" Dr. Castille asked, sharply, noticing Akinola's dazed expression.
Akinola blinked. "I'm fine Doctor. Just . . . give me a moment."
He took a few tentative steps forward on the tile-covered deck, peering around as if expecting the ship to vanish like some cruel mirage.
Bane and Simms had their scanners out, sweeping in all directions.
"Atmosphere is good," Delta announced, "In fact, it's well within the normal range," she finished, her voice tinged with surprise. "After all these years, it should have gone stale."
"Stale?" murmurred Akinola, "It should be un-breathable." He sniffed the air, a puzzled expression on his dark features. "You smell that?"
They all tested the air. "Something burning?" ventured Lt. Rune.
"Yeah," agreed Castille. "Coffee - it smells just like scorched coffee!"
"This way!" said Akinola, moving forward suddenly. The others almost had to trot to keep up.
The Captain led them to a compartment off the main corridor. It was the Eku's galley, primitive by even the Bluefin's standards. On one wall was an ancient protein re-sequencer of early 23rd century vintage. Nearby was a moderate size stasis chamber for meat, fruit and vegetables. A counter with cabinets lined the opposite wall with a small stove, sink and a coffee urn. The coffee urn's red light was still glowing and the strong smell of over-done coffee.
Akinola walked over and switched off the coffee urn, staring at it as if in a dream. He ran his hand tentatively over the chrome plated vessel.
"Dad wired the coffee maker into the emergency circuit. He always said, 'No problem is too big if you have enough coffee.'"
"Sir? Look at this," said Delta. She was standing by a metal dining table in the middle of the room. Akinola turned, his eyes falling on the remains of a half-eaten meal.
Castille ran his scanner over the food remains. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"What the hell?" the Doctor muttered. He picked up a half-eaten sandwich and sniffed it. He stared at Akinola.
"It's still good!" he announced, incredulous. "The bread's a little stale, but you could eat it."
The Captain walked over to the table, reaching for one of the plates, but withdrew his hand before touching it, as if it were somehow bewitched.
"My father and uncle liked to come in and grab a late-night snack," The Captain explained, "They did a lot of the maintenance work during the 'night' cycle, while Melody and I were asleep. They probably came in here just before . . ." He stopped abruptly as dormant memories began to surface.
Castille noted the haunted expression on the Captain's face. "Captain, maybe you've seen enough this time . . ."
"Nonsense!" Akinola's voice firmed up. "We've got a lot to do, so let's . . ."
"Quiet!" hissed Brin, abruptly. His voice carried absolute authority, even though he was outranked by everyone else in the galley. A phaser had appeared in his hand, as if by magic. He was staring intently at his own scanner.
"What is it, Solly?" asked Akinola in a low tone.
"That life-form that's been hiding in engineering?" he whispered, "It's coming our way."
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