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ST: Independence 09 "The Expropriation"

Wow, Jinal and Karim find themselves in their own, personal Kobayashi Maru scenario. There doesn't seem to be any good options for them. On top of that, to have to choose who might survive and get them into the nacelles in time . . . that's going to be a hard task.
 
Wow… talk about a Sophie’s Choice. :eek:

This is going to be heart-wrenching for everyone, most especially Aurelia. Seeing as she never cuts herself any slack, she’ll doubtless blame herself for everything that went wrong. This is going to be brutal…
 
I agree, that's gut-wrenching alright. I wouldn't want to have to make that call. The nacelles was a good idea, I believe there was an Enterprise episode in which they had to do the same.

Now the questions is, who will live and who will die ...
 
CHAPTER 10

Supplemental
USS Independence, Port Nacelle
Occupied Cardassian Territory


Karim suddenly dropped to his hands and knees. He felt the vomit flowing. There was no stopping it. It was the second time in the last 30 minutes. His stomach had been emptied the first time, now it was only bile. He waved off Jinal’s assistance and recovered. “I’ll be fine.”

It was the radiation, Jinal realized. The Romulan was fairing a bit better, though, blisters began to develop on his hands. He looked back at the bodies on the “catwalk.” Only thirteen people: The six children on the ship, Windslow and his wife, Zo’Kama, and four others lay motionless on the deck. “That’s all of the children and their parents.”

“Good,” bin Nadal spat out some of the remaining acid. The security chief looked down at his gi. It was soiled with blood; gun grease, from tucking the weapon into his belt; and now vomit. “I feel sorry for the person that has to put me in a body bag,” he morbidly jibed. “Let’s get the bridge.”

“We have just under an hour, Commander,” Jinal offered as they moved.


*****

The bridge of the upgraded Constitution-class ship was rather quiet. Captain Sandhurst was in his ready room. Commander Ramirez silently read a new activity report for the sector in the center seat.

For the last two months, the Gibraltar had been tasked to escort humanitarian relief convoys to various Cardassian colonies. Despite the ever present threat of insurgents, the missions had been relatively uneventful.

Donald Sandhurst, however, didn’t let down his guard. He knew all to well how quickly things can change for the worse. To that end, he ordered Chief Science Officer Kuenre Shanthi to monitor subspace chatter.

Shanthi programmed a search algorithm that constantly searched for unusual transmissions using a variety of parameters. The ebony skinned officer had nearly forgotten the program was still running when an indicator beeped. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. There had been several ‘hits’ during the last few weeks. After further investigation, most turned out to be natural phenomenon or otherwise non-threatening. The ensign, however, wasn’t complacent. He brought up the information on what the computer had detected. After a moment’s examination, he turned toward the center of the bridge, “Commander, would you mind taking a look at this?”

Liana Ramirez walked over with a smirk on her face, “Pick up another pulsar, Ensign?” referring to his mistake of last week.

It was a weird pulsar, ok?” Kuenre thought to himself. He vocalized, “Not this time, sir.”

Ramirez looked over his shoulder. She examined the data. “That can’t be natural.”

“No sir,” Shanthi concurred.

“Run it through the UT and see if anything comes up.”

“Aye.” He read the results. “Several possibilities…one is Terran.” He looked back at her, “Morse Code.”

“Well, what’s it say?” she asked eagerly.

“O-S-O.”

Ramirez couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “Sounds like somebody needs to brush up on their Morse code.” She raised her voice, “Captain to the bridge.”

Seconds later, the slightly graying captain entered, “Something interesting, Exec?”

“We’ve got a possible distress signal.”

“Possible?” Sandhurst repeated.

She gestured for him to look at the display at the science station, “I think someone meant to send out an SOS.”

He hovered over Shanthi, “Using subspace interference?”

The first officer concluded, “Either someone is really in a bad way to resort to that technique, or someone wants us to think they’re in a bad way.”

The captain rubbed his goatee, “Have you traced it to its origin, ensign?”

“It’s close, sir,” he responded, “0.256 light years away…at 94 mark 85.”

Sandhurst followed up with, “Perform a long-range scan of that area.”

“Aye sir,” rejoined the ensign. He manipulated the controls for several seconds before the results came back. “There’s an intense pocket of hyperonic radiation in that area…it’s limiting the scan.”

“It could be a trap,” began Ramirez. “An insurgent group might be trying to lure us into the radiation.”

Sandhurst crossed his arms, “Maybe, but if there is a ship in that mess; they won’t survive long. Besides, we don’t turn a blind eye to distress calls…even if they are traps.” He looked over to the helm, “Mr. Lightner, make your course 94 mark 85, maximum warp.”

“Aye sir. Altering course,” the ensign confirmed.

Next, the captain turned aft to the free standing tactical station, “Pava, advise the Tomcat and the Xi’an that we’ll be taking a detour for a few hours.” He added, “And run a tactical drill.”

*****

Lieutenant Jinal used the remote control to guide the anti-grav unit down the lift shaft; then, on to deck six. The cart was loaded down with several people. It was very…disturbing to see his shipmates in such a state.

Walking next to the cart in silence was Karim. Their pace was restricted to the speed of the carrier. It was extremely frustrating. Both felt like every second lost was another life gone. It was the most efficient way, however, due to the amount of people they could transport at once. This particular load carried Aurelia, Virak, Dorian, and the other bridge crew. Most of the slumbering people were developing boils. The cart reminded him of illustrations he saw in school about Earth’s medieval period, specifically during a global wide plague. He felt more like an undertaker than a savior.

Jinal began to talk as they followed the floating platform. The Romulan started, “Actually, my parents were killed by the Tal’Shiar.”

The conversation, if not the subject, was welcomed by the human, “Why?”

“My father was an aid to a liberal senator,” he continued. “The senator wanted to warn the Federation of the Empire’s decision to end their isolation after the Borg…or what was later found out to be the Borg…were detected on the outskirts of Romulan space.”

“I take it,” commented Karim, while he loaded a crew member they passed over his shoulders, “the powers that be didn’t approve.”

The Romulan shook his head, “They boarded the transport we were on…I saw them murdered.”

Bin Nadal looked over. It was yet another tragedy of the day, “I’m sorry.”

“I made it to an escape pod. I would have been killed as well, but a Starfleet vessel came and the Romulan ship was forced to flee.”

Karim decided to ask, “Why did you join Starfleet in the first place if you were so weary of humans?”

He looked down, “I was a very angry young man, even though I couldn’t show it. I just wanted to exact revenge against the Tal’Shiar. It was my goal for several years. Starfleet seemed to give that opportunity. I managed to get a nomination to the academy from one of the officers that saved my life. He felt I deserved the chance to serve.”

“Did he know you were Romulan?”

“I never told him,” rejoined the engineer, “but in hindsight, I think it was…an ignored truth.”

Bin Nadal examined the pile of bodies before him, “Did you get over your desire for vengeance?”

Jinal stared off, “I suppose I did. As I focused on my studies and made new goals, the feeling just…faded.”

The security officer paused and regarded Jinal, “If you had a chance, today, to kill those same Tal’Shiar that killed your parents, would you?”

He blinked several times and weighed what he probably should say and the truth. Finally, he realized they were one and the same. He answered, “I don’t think so.”

Karim huffed, “You’re a better person than I am, Jinal.”

END OF CHAPTER 10
 
At least the SOS (OSO? :lol: ) signal got through - but will the Gibraltar arrive in time to help, or will they find a dead ship?

Good to see Jinal opening up to Karim. If they survive this, Jinal's going to have to open up a lot more if he want's to stay in Starfleet.
 
TheLoneRedshirt said:
At least the SOS (OSO? :lol: ) signal got through - but will the Gibraltar arrive in time to help, or will they find a dead ship?

Good to see Jinal opening up to Karim. If they survive this, Jinal's going to have to open up a lot more if he want's to stay in Starfleet.

So you think the heroes will be killed off? I think not...
 
CHAPTER 11

Supplemental
USS Independence, Deck 3
Occupied Cardassian Territory


They reached deck three with the anti-grav lift.

Karim observed, “Most people will still be in their quarters. Nicole started this hell during breakfast.”

The Romulan was ashamed for bring it up, but he couldn’t stop himself, “Could we get Kimula first?”

If bin Nadal felt any disappointment in Jinal’s request, he didn’t show it. After only a second of consideration, he placed his hand on the engineer’s shoulder. “Let’s get her.”

*****

The entrance to the Andorian’s quarters was forced open by both men. Then, Karim said, “You get her. I’ll check the next room.” He walked away.

Jinal found himself alone with Kimula. She was on the deck. It looked like she was putting the platter of fruit away when she fell. He knelt down next to her and placed his forehead on hers. “I’ve been so foolish. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to regain your trust and respect again. I promise, Kimula.” With that, he took her into his arms and on to the awaiting platform in the corridor.

*****

The cart was filling rapidly. Karim and Jinal became less discriminate about how the crewmembers were arranged on the unit. Not out of lack of respect, but because the clock was running down. They yelled a conversation from various rooms as they went about their task.

“So the doctor knew you were a Romulan?” pressed bin Nadal.

The engineer lumbered and placed a male Bolian on the platform. “I shouldn’t have said anything about her. She was only doing what she thought was best. I don’t want her to get into trouble,” he called out. In mid-sentence, he heard the human getting sick again. “Are you alright, Commander?”

After some other unpleasant sounds, the response came, “Yes…but D’nas isn’t going to be happy about what I did to his uniform.” He walked out of the room with the Tamarian, “As far as Zo’Kama is concerned, she should’ve known better than to lie for you.”

“But just because I’m a Romulan doesn’t mean…” Jinal began.

Bin Nadal cut him off, “This isn’t about you being Romulan! You lied. You lied to Starfleet and you lied to everyone else that counts on you. Zo’Kama lied…and Windslow lied. The XO had to suck it up, stop making excuses for himself, and face his punishment. You and the doctor should have to do the same.”

The tactical officer might as well of punched him in the gut.

Karim eased up a little once he saw Jinal’s reaction, “Look, I’m not saying you should be cashiered out of the fleet…but there’s an old Earth expression: You made your bed, now you have to lay in it.”

The response was a mumble. “You’re right. I deserve what’s coming to me.” He turned, and moved to the next nearest crewmember.

Bin Nadal wanted to console him, but now wasn’t the time. “Time.” He yelled out, “Hey Jinal, how much time do we have?” Only after he said it, did he realize how casually had just asked how much time he had to live.

The rejoinder was despondent in tone, “Twenty-eight minutes.”

Karim felt ill, again. “We’ll be lucky to get half the crew,” he soberly surmised. A dark, but somehow comforting thought came to him. “At least most of the people on deck five are dead already.” He shook off the unsettling assessment and forced himself to move faster.

*****

The duo had made a total of four trips to the port nacelle. Nearly 40 people now lined the floor of the compartment. Both had grown fatigued very quickly. Jinal had coughed up blood a few minutes ago and the lingering polyadrenaline was the only thing keeping Karim on his feet. They were now on their fifth run.

They had passed Nicole Chase the last two trips. Jinal didn’t want to press the issue; but this time, he stopped the cart.

“What are you doing?” asked bin Nadal, already knowing the answer.

The Romulan’s response was succinct, “I’m putting her on the cart.”

“It’s bad enough we wasted time treating her gun shot wound. Now you have to waste more time by rescuing her?” He stormed closer, “She is trying to kill us all! I’m all for being humane, but she no longer deserves it!”

Jinal just couldn’t bear to pass her up yet again, but he knew the commander wouldn’t accept that. So, he employed his mock Vulcan logic. “She could be an invaluable source of information on Section 31.”

As much as he wanted to, the security officer couldn’t fault him. He snapped, “Fine, throw her on. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

*****

Their bodies were now barely able to function, but Commander bin Nadal and Lieutenant Jinal managed to remove the people from their fifth load onto the catwalk. Green, bloody blisters now covered the Romulan and Karim didn’t look any better. The tactical chief began to exit the nacelle’s heavy hatch again when Jinal stopped him.

“Commander, times up.” He said deadpan, “We need to seal up the nacelle, now. If we don’t, we die.”

Bin Nadal looked dazed, “But we didn’t even finish deck four. We have to…”

“Sir,” pleaded the engineer, “we can’t get them.”

Karim stood there for several long seconds. He was just rational enough to stumble back into the chamber. The hatch was sealed; and with it, the fate of over half the crew.

END OF CHAPTER 11
 
Actions and their consequences: Jinal and Chase make good counterpoints. Jinal's growing understanding that he has to own up to his failings even while he is rising to the occasion and later one, Chase will have some serious accounting to render. These last few chapters have been especially grim, yet at the same time, they're filled with great heroism as two men rise up and do their best in the finest traditions of the Fleet.
 
I believe both Jinal and Karim will suffer nightmares for a long time after this. Sealing off the nacelle, knowing over half the crew would die, was a hard, yet necessary decision.

Yes, Jinal will have to face up to his deception, but I hope he can weather the scrutiny and remain in Starfleet.
 
Indeed, Karim and Jinal’s efforts to rescue as many of the crew as possible are especially heroic, made more so by their deteriorating condition. One hopes each of them can make peace with what they’ve had to do. :(
 
And I hope Chase lives long enough to get handed over to Supermax for all those murders :evil: That is, if Sintina leaves anything left :devil:
 
CHAPTER 12

Supplemental
USS Independence, Port Nacelle
Occupied Cardassian Territory


Karim looked down the long chamber and asked, “Be honest, Jinal. Will being in here really save us?”

The Romulan sucked in a painful breath, “At the levels of radiation Lieutenant Chase was talking about…” He slightly shook his head, “It will buy us time; that’s all.”

“How much time?”

He took out the tricorder, tapped on the controls, “About half an hour.”

With a groan, the tactical chief glanced over, “Did we do everything we could?”

Jinal nodded silently. He then, said, “What I don’t understand is, if Section 31 wanted us dead, why not just blow up the ship. I could think of all kinds of ways to make it look like an accident.”

Karim hadn’t had time to think about it until now. He reasoned, “Section 31 still wants the ship. It’s a powerful battle cruiser…they just don’t want us.” He thought for a moment and grabbed the engineer’s arm, “Jinal, let’s deny them their prize.”

“You mean destroy the ship?”

He elaborated, “You said it yourself; we’re already dead. We might as well stick it to ‘em in the process.”

Jinal looked down at his waist. The phaser was in its holster. “A sustained phaser blast to either the warp core or one of the anti-matter containment pods would do it.” He added in a much more excited voice, “That’s it!”

“What’s it?”

“A study was done a few years ago. It found, that in most cases, if a starship suffered a warp core breach, the nacelles survived the blast and were pushed away; sometimes very far away.”

Karim caught on, “So we could get these people out of the radiation and destroy the rest of the ship at the same time!”

“Possibly,” began Jinal. He continued on a down beat, “But it can’t be done remotely; not without the computer.”

Bin Nadal forced himself back to his feet, Jinal helped him.

“I’ll do it,” said the security chief, “I’m the senior officer here.”

Jinal considered. What would his life be like, even if he did survive? He would be an outcast. "…Besides, who cares if a lying, Romulan coward dies?” On the more practical side, Karim could barely walk. He could die before he even reached the reactor. The Romulan didn’t seem as afflicted. Perhaps this was his chance to redeem some honor. The choice was…logical. “You’re forgetting something, Commander.”

“What’s that?”

The Romulan aimed the sidearm at bin Nadal, “I’m the one with the phaser.” He stunned bin Nadal.

Karim fell to the floor.

Jinal took one last look at his assembled crewmates. They had been the closest thing to family he had for years. He only wished he had the courage to get to know them better, while he had the chance. It was too late for that now. “Good-bye,” he stated. Then, he exited the nacelle and resealed it.

*****

Captain Donald Sandhurst sat in the command chair on the USS Gibraltar. Since the ship was closer, their scans proved more effective. They had detected a Courageous-class vessel, the USS Independence, in the radiation.

Normally, a ship’s shields would protect the crew from such radiation. Obviously, something had gone wrong on the Independence. He hoped the Gibraltar could tow the gunship out of the radiation and then render aid to her crew.

If that proved insufficient, Issara Taiee, the CMO, was preparing inoculations for the rescue team. Transporters wouldn’t work, but the shuttle’s shielding, in combination with Hyronalin and hardened EVA suits, should allow at least a few minutes for a recovery attempt.

“ETA,” inquired the captain.

Ensign Lightner answered, “Forty-seven minutes, sir.”

Sandhurst spoke in a hushed tone to the Indy’s beleaguered crew, “Hold on just a bit longer, people.”

*****

The matter/anti-matter reactor had initiated an emergency shut down once the computer was disabled, but there was still plenty of anti-matter in the system. Once containment failed, the anti-matter would make contact with normal matter and that would be the end of the ship.

Jinal adjusted the phaser setting. It would take about five or six seconds to cause a breach. He aimed for one of the anti-matter injectors. A survival instinct kicked in. "What the hell are you thinking?” The Romulan lowered the phaser for a moment. Then, he reasoned, “If I do this, nearly 50 people might live on." He re-aimed…and fired.

*****

The USS Independence glided gracefully through the invisible radiation. Its blade shaped hull reflected the light from a distant star. Suddenly, a fireball erupted from her ventral side…then the dorsal. Several secondary explosions ripped out of the ship. Finally, the rest of the anti-matter left the confines of its magnetic isolation. A massive sphere of light was born and glowed like a small sun. When it faded, the assault cruiser was gone…with the exception of two, nearly intact, warp nacelles hurting away from the blast.

*****

Karim woke only to find himself pinned against the bulkhead by centrifugal force. His eyes barely opened when the massive G-forces pushed him back into unconsciousness.

*****

“Sir,” called out Lieutenant Pava Lar’ragos from tactical, “there’s been a massive anti-matter explosion at the Independence’s location.”

A hush fell over the bridge crew. They all knew what it meant.

Sandhurst stood, “Bridge to engineering.”

“Ashok, here.”

“Push the engine to 120 percent over standard,” he ordered. “And don’t tell me you can’t do it; I know better. I want to get to the Independence, now.”

The Bolian engineer’s tone echoed the determination in his captain’s voice, “You’ll have it, sir.”

END OF CHAPTER 12
 
Wow! I don't see Jinal surviving that! He certainly demonstrated a great deal of courage in sacrificing himself for his crewmates.
 
TheLoneRedshirt said:
Wow! I don't see Jinal surviving that! He certainly demonstrated a great deal of courage in sacrificing himself for his crewmates.
Amen to that. :( Sacrificing his life was likely the easier path. At least this way he's remembered as a hero. I wonder if Karim will keep Jinal's secret, or if Chase will survive to reveal his true origins?
 
I remember you saying something along the lines that you were still trying to work on your character development. Well you've done a damn fine job on that with Karim and Jinal in this story. These two guys together are so good in fact, I hardly even missed the rest of the crew. This is not to say that I'm looking forward to their return.

The story has developed from one disaster to the other and your usually great pace. Jinal's sacrifice was impressive and terrific end to this guy's character arc.

Also, I loved how you brought in Gibraltar as a beacon of hope for Independence, only to have those squashed at the last minute. Aurelia will be pissed about losing her ship ... :lol:

Excellent work!
 
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known."

That quote from A Tale of Two Cities sums up Jinal's sacrifice better than anything else I could think of. Chase does indeed have much to answer for...but for some odd reason I have a bad feeling that justice might not be served here.

Very nicely done!
 
CHAPTER 13

Stardate: 53770.0 (8 October 2376)
USS Gibraltar, Sick-bay
Occupied Cardassian Territory


The light was bright to Sintina’s eyes. She covered them with her arm. She shot up, as the memories returned to her. She was wearing a patient’s gown. She was…in a sick-bay. She recognized members of her crew in the adjacent bio-beds; all still asleep.

A bald man…no…an EMH soon found her.

“What happened?” Sintina questioned.

“Lay back down, Captain,” was the response from the hologram.

She didn’t comply.

He huffed in annoyance and looked over to someone, “Lieutenant Taiee, Captain Aurelia has regained consciousness.”

A woman, about the same build as Sintina with short, brown hair, approached. “Captain Aurelia, you’re aboard the USS Gibraltar. You’ll be fine.”

“What happened?” she repeated, in a more urgent tone.

The nurse practitioner bit her lip and responded, “I’d better let the captain explain that, sir. He wanted to be contacted when you woke any…”

The Latina grabbed the medical officer’s wrist, “Tell me!”

She examined the offending hand. It wasn’t a violent clutch, but it did have force behind it. Taiee sighed, if she were in Aurelia’s shoes, she wouldn’t want to wait either. She explained only after the hand was withdrawn. “We’re not sure exactly what happened. I do know, you’re ship entered a field of hyperonic radiation with the shields down. The surviving members of your crew are being treated for radiation sickness. One officer is being treated for several broken bones and organ trauma. Another had a gun shot wound.”

Aurelia had several questions, but her immediate thought turned out to be, “A gun shot wound? Who had a gun shot wound?”

The lieutenant pointed to a bed across the rather large sick-bay. “That officer…I believe she was listed as Lieutenant Chase.”

Sintina’s eyes grew wide. She used Taiee’s shoulder to push herself out of the bio-bed. The captain made a beeline for the still unconscious Chase.

“Captain? Captain Aurelia,” Taiee said, “you’re still recovering, you need to…”

The former commander of the Independence reached the Section 31 agent and clamped both hands around her throat. She cursed as she squeezed her airway, “I told you…I’d kill you!”

Taiee tapped on her compin, “Security to Sick-bay.” She moved closer, “Captain, let go of her!”

Sintina was in a fury, “She tried to kill us! She tried to kill us all!”

One of the EMH mark I’s offered, “I believe I can take care of this.” He took a hypo off a table as he walked over to the assault. The doctor was easily able to close the gap, while the captain was focused on her victim, and pressed the device on her neck. With a hiss, the sedative was injected. Aurelia collapsed on top of Chase; her hands still locked around Nicole’s neck.

*****

This time, the lights weren’t nearly as bright and Aurelia’s eyes opened. Two people stood over her, Lieutenant Taiee, and light-skinned human male. His black and gray hair was cut very close to his head. He bore the rank of captain.

Sandhurst looked over to the nurse, “Thank you, dismissed.”

She turned and exited, what Sintina now realized was, a crew’s quarters.

The man then regarded his counterpart, “I’m Donald Sandhurst, captain of the Gibraltar.”

“Where’s Chase?” she demanded.

Sandhurst was tempted to say “Nice to meet you too,” but decided against it. Instead, he answered, “Still in sick-bay, under guard; unless you can give me a damn good reason to put her in the brig.” He added, “If you can’t give me a good reason, I do have a good reason to put you there, Captain. Assault is not something I take lightly.”

Sintina grinded her teeth, but was able to temper her rage…barely. “She overrode the computer somehow and drugged us with…something.”

Gibraltar’s commander looked unconvinced.

“She did it in front of my face! Search the ship, there might be traces of that chemical…or examine the computer. For that matter ask the other bridge officers. They’ll back up everything I’ve said.”

He grimaced and became more sympathetic in his tone. Donald wasn’t looking forward to this moment. He could only imagine what it was like to lose a ship. He knew of other captains that had done so: Awokou lost the Phoenix, and Glover lost the Cuffe. He even had to break the news to Awokou. The second time around wasn’t any easier. He decided it was best not to sugar coat it, “Your ship…it’s been destroyed.”

Sintina sat up, “What?”

“There was a core breach. We’re not sure how, yet.”

Captain Aurelia’s heart sank. Her breathing became heavy and her head felt like it was spinning. She managed, “How…how many didn’t make it?”

He felt for her. “Not everyone survived in the nacelle. We recovered 46 of your crew. Thirty-eight are alive now,” Sandhurst somberly stated.

She blankly stared, “Thirty-eight…Thirty-eight of one hundred-seven.” Sintina stood only to find her legs failed her.

Sandhurst was able to support her. She shook him off. Seemingly from no where, she found new strength. She headed for the exit. He blocked her.

“Where do you think you’re going, Captain?” he rhetorically asked.

“Let me see her.”

“Not a chance. Not like this.”

Sintina got in the taller man’s face, “She killed them!” Her fury was so complete that her eyes watered.

He maintained a diplomatic voice, “I believe you, but I have a feeling, you’re not going to help the situation.”

She attempted to keep her wrath. In her mind, it was better to be angry than in sorrow, especially in front of someone who hadn’t gained her trust. For several seconds, she stared right back at him. He wasn’t going to back down. Her jaw began to tremble, despite her best efforts to stop it. She felt drops forming. Her defenses against herself broke. Sintina burst into tears and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Her reaction took Donald off guard. The small, but formidable woman that was before him had transformed into a fragile and vulnerable human being. His first impulse was to hug her. He wasn’t sure if his attempts at comfort would be welcome or not. He decided to take the chance. He enveloped her in his arms. Luckily, she didn’t resist it.

Sintina continued to gasp for air between her cries and dampen Sandhurst’s uniform. He knew she would need more help than he could offer. The Gibraltar lacked a formal counselor, but he knew who helped him through times like this. After several seconds, he looked up and said to the computer, “Commander Pell, would you report to Captain Aurelia’s quarters, please.”

*****

An hour later, after Pell and Sandhurst had talked Aurelia down, the Gibraltar captain decided to hold a meeting in the conference room. There was something more going on here and he wanted all the information he could get.

Bin Nadal was still sore, but he was a crucial witness, and Taiee allowed him to attend. Beside Captain Sandhurst sat Captain Aurelia, in proper attire; then, Commander Ramirez; Diplomatic Officer Pell; and Junior Lieutenant Juneau, the ship’s operations officer. On the other side of the table, Shanthi, Lar’ragos, Taiee, and bin Nadal sat.

Aurelia and then bin Nadal recalled their experiences to the Gibraltar’s senior staff. Everyone listened as they recounted the events of yesterday.

The mention of “Section 31” caught the attention of Olivia Juneau, or rather, a part of her. “Talk about a sloppy job,” Juneau’s hidden persona commented. “I hate cleaning up after other people’s messes.

Bin Nadal only made one minor omission to his testimony. He ended with, “We owe our lives to Lieutenant Jinal.”

Sandhurst nodded respectfully, but he had another question on his mind. He turned to his tactical chief. If anyone on his ship could confirm bin Nadal’s story about a covert agency, it would be the El-Aurian. He fought with the Starfleet Special Missions Teams during the Dominion War. “Have you ever heard of this 'Section 31', Pava?”

“I’ve heard the name,” he rejoined, “but not much beyond that.”

“Whoever Lieutenant Chase is,” Sandhurst declared, “She’s obviously committed crimes against the crew of the Independence.” Again, he looked at Pava, “Get her into the brig. I want her questioned.” He concluded, “Dismissed.”

Most everyone exited without comment. Only Sandhurst and Aurelia lingered.

Once the captains were alone, Gibraltar’s skipper spoke. “I understand how…delicate this situation is, Captain. But I’m obligated to bring it up…”

“You want to know if I’ll retaliate,” she finished for him.

He regarded her with a sigh, “Restraint doesn’t seem to be a characteristic you have in abundance.”

Sintina huffed. She got up from the chair and rounded the conference table. She gazed out into the void. Finally, she said, “I’ll make it very clear to my crew that Chase is off limits.”

“What about you?” he pressed.

She paused. Then, turned and said sincerely, “If I kill her, you’ll be the first person I tell.”

END OF CHAPTER 13
 
Wow, that was an intense awakening for Aurelia. The pain of losing the ship has only been compounded by the fact that she’s unable to exact revenge on the person who betrayed her and the entire crew so completely.

Bin Nadal will be just behind Aurelia in line if the opportunity to punish Chase ever avails itself. I’ll be fascinated to see just how the surviving crew of the Independence weathers this awful catastrophe.

You’ve done a terrific job here with Sandhurst & Company, and I appreciate the care you’ve shown with portraying my characters. Very well done. :bolian:
 
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