ST: Independence - "Cui Bono"
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Oh intrigue galore. Yup hard to know what the truth is. I guess that's the joy for S31 - even when people know about you there are so many lies it is hard to work anything out. What the devil is Data's plan?
CHAPTER 7
Supplemental
USS Independence, Holodeck One
H’Kan System
Commander Windslow worked diligently under the arch adjacent to the exit of the holodeck. Zo’Kama stood somewhat nervously in the center of the grid.
“How much longer?” the reptilian asked.
The chief engineer manipulated an ODN recoupler inside the open panel, “Transitioning from our data stream to theirs is taking longer than I thought.”
The Arkonian stepped closer. She wanted to get this over with. Waiting only made her trepidation worse. She ventured, “Did you ever make first contact, Commander?”
Without looking up, he rejoined, “When I was first officer of the Mendez, we made first contact with the...” He struggled with the pronunciation, “Ich-ggu-keeak – very small creatures, but surprisingly fun at a party.”
The doctor made a ticking noise, the equivalent of laughing, “It sounds like it went well.”
He grinned, “That was a surreal night. It was like dancing with pixies.”
“I hope this goes one-tenth as well,” she commented.
“I’m sure it will,” he offered as he finished his work. “Remember, in the end, it’s just two people talking to each other.”
The Arkonian smiled, “Thank you. That helps.”
He nodded and stood up, “Ok, you’d better get into position.” He tapped on his combadge, “Windslow to bridge, we’re ready down here.”
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Vuke Carrier Three
H’Kan System
It was odd to have an incoming projection without knowledge of its origin. It was standard procedure to transmit that information along with the communication. None the less, it would have to be answered. It was entirely possible it was someone from the medical guild. Or at least, Kudal hoped it was.
Kudal entered the projection room and stifled a cough before she activated the projector. What she saw was not what she expected. She bobbed her head slightly in curiosity. Was the image distorted? No. This was no Vuke. She stood and pointed an accusing finger, “Foreigner!”
The image said in her native tongue, “I…I am Commander Zo’Kama Do’matar of the Feder…the United Federation of Planets. We seek peaceful relations with your people.”
This monster was repulsive looking. It had no feathers, no beak; its eyes were small. The only redeeming quality it had was the color of its scales – tan, like her own.
Kudal seemed more suspicious than frightened or excited. She was raised with tales of inferior lifeforms from other stars. They were devious and evil. She moved to the bulkhead. She considered powering off the projector, but didn’t. “What do you want, Foreigner?”
The image said, “We…the Federation only wishes peaceful coexistence.”
“Conquerors always say that,” the Vuke spat back.
Zo’Kama was at a loss, “But…” She glanced down for a moment. Then, back up to Kudal, “What is your name?”
“My name?”
“Yes, your name,” replied the doctor. “I want to know how I should address you.”
The Vuke was hesitant. She complied eventually, “I am Alpha Kudal, Lead Healer of the Third Fleet.” She added, “What was your name again?”
“Zo’Kama and I am also a healer.”
Kudal was still weary of treachery, “You are?”
“Yes,” confirmed the Starfleet officer. “We have learned of the illness currently infecting your people. I want to help you find a cure.”
She stepped closer to the projection, “How did you find out about the plague? Have you been spying on us?”
The image’s face changed. It almost looked guilty.
Zo’Kama responded, “We have been observing your people from a distance, yes.”
“Where are you?”
The Arkonian thought for a moment, “Close enough to help you with this disease.”
Maybe it was Kudal’s liberal upbringing. Maybe it was her trusting nature. Maybe it was the realization that she didn’t have the luxury of distrust, considering the circumstances. She asked, “How can you help us?”
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USS Independence, MainBridge
H’Kan System
Captain Aurelia sat casually in the center seat. First contact had gone well enough. Zo’Kama and the Vuke doctor were collaborating via the holodeck. Though the Arkonian had insisted there was only so much she could do without a live sample of the disease; a prospect requiring the Independence to move deeper into the system. Aurelia wasn’t thrilled about that idea.
She heard a proximity klaxon from the free standing tactical station behind her.
Faltyne reported a second later, “Captain, I’m picking up a Federation warp signature. It’s heading for our location.”
She stood and turned, “Who is it?”
He checked his readings. “It’s a type-11 Starfleet shuttlecraft; registered as Pike. Mothership: USS Enterprise.”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Main Shuttlebay
H’Kan System
Lieutenant Commander Data exited the craft as the exterior bay door slid shut. “Captain Picard felt caution was in order. I am here to assist you in your efforts to detect and expose any nearby vessel utilizing an interphasic cloaking device.”
Aurelia commented, a bit defensively, “I have good engineers on my ship, Commander.”
Data processed her body language. “It was not my intension for imply otherwise, Captain Aurelia. I simply thought my experience and expertise in this matter may be beneficial to your efforts.”
The captain was well aware of Data. He was something of a celebrity within Starfleet. Despite her pride in her ship and crew, she knew enough to put her pride aside. The android would be invaluable. “Of course,” she relented, “I’ll introduce you to Commander Windslow.”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Holodeck One
H’Kan System
Commander Windslow worked diligently under the arch adjacent to the exit of the holodeck. Zo’Kama stood somewhat nervously in the center of the grid.
“How much longer?” the reptilian asked.
The chief engineer manipulated an ODN recoupler inside the open panel, “Transitioning from our data stream to theirs is taking longer than I thought.”
The Arkonian stepped closer. She wanted to get this over with. Waiting only made her trepidation worse. She ventured, “Did you ever make first contact, Commander?”
Without looking up, he rejoined, “When I was first officer of the Mendez, we made first contact with the...” He struggled with the pronunciation, “Ich-ggu-keeak – very small creatures, but surprisingly fun at a party.”
The doctor made a ticking noise, the equivalent of laughing, “It sounds like it went well.”
He grinned, “That was a surreal night. It was like dancing with pixies.”
“I hope this goes one-tenth as well,” she commented.
“I’m sure it will,” he offered as he finished his work. “Remember, in the end, it’s just two people talking to each other.”
The Arkonian smiled, “Thank you. That helps.”
He nodded and stood up, “Ok, you’d better get into position.” He tapped on his combadge, “Windslow to bridge, we’re ready down here.”
Supplemental
Vuke Carrier Three
H’Kan System
It was odd to have an incoming projection without knowledge of its origin. It was standard procedure to transmit that information along with the communication. None the less, it would have to be answered. It was entirely possible it was someone from the medical guild. Or at least, Kudal hoped it was.
Kudal entered the projection room and stifled a cough before she activated the projector. What she saw was not what she expected. She bobbed her head slightly in curiosity. Was the image distorted? No. This was no Vuke. She stood and pointed an accusing finger, “Foreigner!”
The image said in her native tongue, “I…I am Commander Zo’Kama Do’matar of the Feder…the United Federation of Planets. We seek peaceful relations with your people.”
This monster was repulsive looking. It had no feathers, no beak; its eyes were small. The only redeeming quality it had was the color of its scales – tan, like her own.
Kudal seemed more suspicious than frightened or excited. She was raised with tales of inferior lifeforms from other stars. They were devious and evil. She moved to the bulkhead. She considered powering off the projector, but didn’t. “What do you want, Foreigner?”
The image said, “We…the Federation only wishes peaceful coexistence.”
“Conquerors always say that,” the Vuke spat back.
Zo’Kama was at a loss, “But…” She glanced down for a moment. Then, back up to Kudal, “What is your name?”
“My name?”
“Yes, your name,” replied the doctor. “I want to know how I should address you.”
The Vuke was hesitant. She complied eventually, “I am Alpha Kudal, Lead Healer of the Third Fleet.” She added, “What was your name again?”
“Zo’Kama and I am also a healer.”
Kudal was still weary of treachery, “You are?”
“Yes,” confirmed the Starfleet officer. “We have learned of the illness currently infecting your people. I want to help you find a cure.”
She stepped closer to the projection, “How did you find out about the plague? Have you been spying on us?”
The image’s face changed. It almost looked guilty.
Zo’Kama responded, “We have been observing your people from a distance, yes.”
“Where are you?”
The Arkonian thought for a moment, “Close enough to help you with this disease.”
Maybe it was Kudal’s liberal upbringing. Maybe it was her trusting nature. Maybe it was the realization that she didn’t have the luxury of distrust, considering the circumstances. She asked, “How can you help us?”
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USS Independence, MainBridge
H’Kan System
Captain Aurelia sat casually in the center seat. First contact had gone well enough. Zo’Kama and the Vuke doctor were collaborating via the holodeck. Though the Arkonian had insisted there was only so much she could do without a live sample of the disease; a prospect requiring the Independence to move deeper into the system. Aurelia wasn’t thrilled about that idea.
She heard a proximity klaxon from the free standing tactical station behind her.
Faltyne reported a second later, “Captain, I’m picking up a Federation warp signature. It’s heading for our location.”
She stood and turned, “Who is it?”
He checked his readings. “It’s a type-11 Starfleet shuttlecraft; registered as Pike. Mothership: USS Enterprise.”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Main Shuttlebay
H’Kan System
Lieutenant Commander Data exited the craft as the exterior bay door slid shut. “Captain Picard felt caution was in order. I am here to assist you in your efforts to detect and expose any nearby vessel utilizing an interphasic cloaking device.”
Aurelia commented, a bit defensively, “I have good engineers on my ship, Commander.”
Data processed her body language. “It was not my intension for imply otherwise, Captain Aurelia. I simply thought my experience and expertise in this matter may be beneficial to your efforts.”
The captain was well aware of Data. He was something of a celebrity within Starfleet. Despite her pride in her ship and crew, she knew enough to put her pride aside. The android would be invaluable. “Of course,” she relented, “I’ll introduce you to Commander Windslow.”
Oh a neat way to establish First Contact. Co-opt technology they use and try to match it with your own. So projection worked out well. Given the Vuke's reaction it probably is just as well that it was Zo'kama who made the contact. Luckily, it seems to have worked thus far. However, it is clear that the Vuke are wary ad suspicious of foreigners and it will take some careful management.
The fact this is all taking place with Section 31 forces somewheres about only but adds to the potential for something to go massively wrong.
So Data is coming to the Indy to assist. Let's see how the crew react to his presence. And whether any progress can be made. Continued good read.
The fact this is all taking place with Section 31 forces somewheres about only but adds to the potential for something to go massively wrong.
So Data is coming to the Indy to assist. Let's see how the crew react to his presence. And whether any progress can be made. Continued good read.
I really liked the interaction between Zo'Kama and Kudal...it was really neat to see someone who is not as "polished" in the methods of first contact taking on such a task. Maybe, if the Federation is careful not to inject others into it, that lack of "polish" could actually work in Zo'Kama's favor by making her honesty more obvious. Then again, that might be the mammalian way of looking at it, and the Vuke might see that differently, especially if something should happen that might challenge Kudal's worldview too much--even if she DOES have a "liberal upbringing" and "trusting nature" compared to the rest of her people.
Bringing Data into the Section 31 mystery is interesting--one question: do you see Data as having (still having?) his emotion chip at this time? That would be a good thing if he does, given that he'll need some insight into the sensitivities this crew might be feeling.
Bringing Data into the Section 31 mystery is interesting--one question: do you see Data as having (still having?) his emotion chip at this time? That would be a good thing if he does, given that he'll need some insight into the sensitivities this crew might be feeling.
I too, really liked Zo'Kama's first contact. It was unconventional and perhaps not exactly by the book but that made it even more interesting and possibly more successful than some previous attempts.
I'll be honest, I don't generally like the idea of bringing in canon characters into Trek fiction but so far you're doing a great job with them, giving me no reason to complain. (Not that I ever would).
I'll be honest, I don't generally like the idea of bringing in canon characters into Trek fiction but so far you're doing a great job with them, giving me no reason to complain. (Not that I ever would).
Zo'Kama may not be Jean Luc-Picard, but she managed to make a successful first contact - good for her!
Captain Aurelia was noticeably suspicious at Data's arrival. The Big E is certainly the most famous ship in Starfleet and Data one of her most well-known officers. I think a little turf protection is understandable on her part. Still, she's smart enough to realize Data could be a great help to her and the Indy.
Captain Aurelia was noticeably suspicious at Data's arrival. The Big E is certainly the most famous ship in Starfleet and Data one of her most well-known officers. I think a little turf protection is understandable on her part. Still, she's smart enough to realize Data could be a great help to her and the Indy.
After First Contact, the writers really didn't emphasize his emotions. I assume he still has it, but uses it sporadically. Or he's 'turned them down,' so they don't overwhelm him. At least, that's my take on it.
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CHAPTER 8
Supplemental
USS Independence, Holodeck One
H’Kan System
Data and Captain Aurelia entered as the heavy door opened. Commander Windslow was standing at a free standing station on the grid. Zo’Kama was next to him.
“Commanders,” began Aurelia. “This is Commander Data from the Enterprise. He’s here to assist us.”
The golden-eyed android offered a hand to each of them.
Zo’Kama had heard little about Data.
Windslow on the other hand, was most impressed. “Mister Data, It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I’ve read all of Bruce Maddox’s papers about you.”
“Unfortunately,” rejoined Data, “I do not agree with many of his conclusions regarding the intricacies of the positronic brain. It is regrettable my father’s knowledge and experience was lost with his death.”
Windslow took on a perplexed look, “You’re father?”
“Yes, Doctor Noonien Soong, my creator.”
“Ah,” said the engineer, “yes, of course.”
The captain excused herself, “I’ll leave you to it, Commander.”
“Thank you, Captain,” the Enterprise ops officer acknowledged. Then, he approached Windslow, “I would like to review any progress you have made in your attempts to detect the phased ship.”
“Of course,” he replied, “Go to my office in main engineering. All the data is there. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Data nodded and turned to exit. Then, he addressed the doctor, “While my medical files are not as extensive as my engineering files, I may be able to assist you as well, Commander Zo’Kama.”
The Arkonian was a bit surprised the android was such a jack of all trades, but she never refused another perspective. “I’d be grateful for that.”
He nodded and left.
After the door sealed, Ethan offered, “We’re lucky to have him on board.”
She grinned, “I’d be one arrogant jatah if I were as smart as you claim he is.”
Stardate: 54622.6 (16 Aug 2377)
Vuke Carrier Three
H’Kan System
Kudal, again, found herself in the projection room. This time, she bowed before image of the Prima Alpha.
“These aliens, what information have they given you?” asked Prima Alpha Johem.
The lead healer didn’t make eye contact with the matriarch. The Prima had a tone about her. It was as if Kudal had committed a crime by speaking with these Federations. At least, there was an undercurrent of chastising to the conversation. “Their healer, Zo’Kama, has introduced me to some very advanced techniques to help isolate the virus.”
“Have you told them anything about our defenses?”
She looked up slightly, “No, Prima. They have not asked about them. Zo’Kama seems genuinely concerned about our plight.”
Johem’s voice boomed, “If these foreigners were truly here to help us, why do they hide?”
Kudal didn’t have a response.
The golden-scaled matriarch continued, “Have the Federations told you how to contact them?”
“Yes, Prima,” Kudal said diminutively.
“Give that information to me.”
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USS Independence, Holodeck One
H’Kan System
A representation of a Vuke appeared on the grid of the holodeck. Both Zo’Kama and Windslow were still in the room as well. This Vuke was not the doctor. She had a regal stance about her. Her golden scales and white feathers were quite beautiful.
The image spoke, “I am Prima Alpha Johem, supreme leader of the Vuke. Show yourself, Zo’Kama.”
It was programmed that the Vuke could only ‘see’ a few meters around her. After some silent prompting by Windslow, the Arkonian entered the perceptual range.
“I am Zo’Kama. I’m honored to meet you, Prima Alpha.”
Tact was apparently not emphasized in Vuke culture, “I’m not sure I share the feeling, Federation. Are you the leader of your people?”
“Well, I’m authorized to represent…”
“Are you the leader?” Johem restated firmly.
The doctor took a breath, “No. I am the chief medical officer. I’m not in command.”
“I demand to speak with your leader. Speaking with anyone else, I consider an insult.”
Zo’Kama resolved herself against the conceit of the matriarch. She looked to Windslow. He nodded. Then, she tapped her combadge, “Captain Aurelia to holodeck one.”
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USS Independence, Conference Room
H’Kan System
Captain Aurelia addressed her senior staff, plus Data. Less than an hour had passed since her conversation with the Vuke head of state.
“The queen gave us two hours to reveal ourselves,” she explained.
Ensign Weston rested an elbow on the table, “With respect Captain: or what? I mean, it seems to me the Vuke can’t threaten us if they can’t find us.”
Science officer Tang spoke up, “Yeah, but the whole point of us being here is to gain their trust, right?”
“Besides that,” added the Arkonian, “Kudal and I have reached a point where we really need to work one-on-one with a live sample. I can’t do much more just talking with her.”
The Andorian security chief said, “I recommend against exposing ourselves. Everything we know about the Vuke implies they would attack us.”
“In any case,” commented Data, “It appears the mission objective can not be accomplished unless the Independence complies with Prima Alpha Johem’s demand.”
Bin Nadal offered, “If we found ourselves going up against a fleet of Vuke ships, our shields would last for a few minutes. If worse came to worst, we could retreat out of the system.”
Aurelia sighed, “I’m liking this mission less and less.” She thought for several seconds. Diplomacy was never her strong suit. Her tactical background told her to stay put. Other considerations like ‘engendering trust’ usually wasn’t part of her decision making process. It felt unnatural to her; forced. In the last year or so, she’s been learning, in many ways, being a captain in peace time was much more complex than being a captain in war time. Finally, she ordered, “Mister Weston, set a course to rendezvous with the Vuke carrier we’ve been communicating with. Engage at one-quarter impulse.”
Hmm...definitely looks like a Catch-22 here. I can't wait to see what happens!
CHAPTER 9
Supplemental
USS Independence, MainBridge
H’Kan System
Aurelia felt naked. The Indy had left the safety of the ring of rocks and ice behind. They were running with shields down and weapons inactive.
Weston reported from the forward helm station, “Cutting impulse engines; activating maneuvering thrusters.”
“We’re in the carrier’s weapons range,” advised bin Nadal.
“Understood,” acknowledged the captain. “Continue current alert status.” She added, “Faltyne, keep a close eye on them.”
“Aye.” The Andorian checked his monitor, “Ma’am, I’m detecting movement from the other ships in the system. Most of the Vuke forces are on their way.”
“How long?”
He did some calculations, “The nearest group will reach us in 1.5 hours.”
“There’s some motivation for the doctor,” said Karim morbidly.
Aurelia tapped a control on her armrest, “Bridge to Sickbay.”
“Zo’Kama here.”
“Doctor, what can you get done in one and a half hours?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Sintina sighed, “Understood. Bridge out.”
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Vuke Carrier Three
H’Kan System
The foreigner asked Kudal via the projector, “We’ve scanned your ship and I’d like your permission to beam a body over to our ship.”
Her head swayed slightly. “Beam?” repeated the Vuke.
Zo’Kama took a second to find the words, “It’s a technology we have. We can transfer people and objects from one place to another instantly.”
“Amazing,” she commented. For the first time in a long time, Kudal entertained a glimmer of hope. Surely, people with such technology could find a cure for this illness. She brought her mind back to the conversation, “Of course. You may proceed. But I must warn you. This disease spreads quickly in air. You must take precautions.”
“I have,” assured the Arkonian. “I’ve erected a containment field around the surgical bay and then another around sickbay. Contagion won’t be a problem.”
Kudal blinked. “I’ll take your word for that.”
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USS Independence, MainBridge
H’Kan System
Ninety minutes later, the main viewer displayed only a handful of the combat vessels assuming a battle formation around the Independence. A total of three destroyers, one frigate, and nearly two dozen fighters now surrounded them. That didn’t include the undermanned carrier and her fighters that could be utilized if need be.
It took everything Aurelia had not to call for a red alert. “Yellow alert,” she said coolly, “keep the weapons offline.”
Karim advised her, “Captain, I recommend we keep shields down as well. Any sudden power change from us might be interpreted as a hostile act to the Vuke.”
She was silent while considering her first officer’s words.
“Captain?” prompted the tactical chief.
Her face was blank, “Keep the shields down, Faltyne. But,” she supplemented, “If you detect a missile launch…”
“I’ll have them up before it exits their tubes, ma’am,” finished the Andorian.
She nodded with approval.
Kimula reported from communications, “Captain, we’re receiving a message on a Vuke frequency.”
“Tap into the holodeck rig and put it on the main screen.”
The Vuke matriarch appeared. She obviously thought she had the advantage. Johem barked, “Provide us with the cure to the disease or be destroyed.”
Sintina never did respond well to ultimatums. She stood, “First off, we haven’t developed a cure, yet. Second, who the hell are you to threaten us when we’re offering you help?”
“You have violated our space. Under normal circumstances, you would already be dead. We understand you came here to assist us. That is why I am giving you this one chance to so. Hand over the cure.”
With clinched teeth, Aurelia rejoined, “I was not lying to you. We don’t have a cure, yet. We’re not even sure we can make one. These things take time.”
The Vuke was silent. She had little choice but to back peddle. “Such an advanced species as yours shouldn’t need that much time. You have 23 hingins. If your vessel attempts to move, it will be fired upon.” She added menacingly, “If you can’t create a cure after that, perhaps we can discover it ourselves using the technology on your ship.”
Sintina huffed indignantly. “I’ve been ordered to try to help you people. But lady, if you attempt to board this vessel, you’ll find out just how ‘advanced’ we are.” She glanced at Kimula, “End communication.”
The Andorian counselor jibed, “Tactful.”
Aurelia was in no mood, “Shut up, Kim.”
“For the record,” reported bin Nadal, “twenty-three hingins translates to five hours, 15 minutes.”
“Aurelia to Zo’Kama.”
“This is Zo’Kama.”
“Doctor, how well do you work with deadlines?”
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USS Independence, Brig
H’Kan System
Clayton sat on the bench a broke and defeated man. He stared at the deck. He’d been like that for hours. Footfalls indicated someone had approached his cell. He didn’t bother looking up.
“Mister Easton,” stated Karim.
He looked up from under his brow, “Commander.”
The first officer lowered the forcefield and took a seat on an adjacent bench. The field was re-activated by the guard.
“I believe what you’re saying, Clayton. The captain is…untrusting by nature. Our experiences with Section 31 haven’t helped, either.”
He didn’t respond.
Bin Nadal continued, “We just want to make sure you’re telling us everything.”
He said surprisingly calmly, “I told you the truth, but you didn’t believe it. What more do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie now? I will if it means getting out of this cell.”
Karim frowned. “No. No, I don’t want you to lie.”
Easton said, just above a murmur, “I never should have come here. You’re probably in on it, too.”
The Persian leaned back, “It’s amazing how these people can so easily destroy trust and goodwill.” He stood and gestured to the guard. “That’s what they want, you know. We’ll never have a unified resistance with so much suspicion and mistrust flying about.”
The field dropped and he exited.
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USS Independence, MainBridge
H’Kan System
Aurelia felt naked. The Indy had left the safety of the ring of rocks and ice behind. They were running with shields down and weapons inactive.
Weston reported from the forward helm station, “Cutting impulse engines; activating maneuvering thrusters.”
“We’re in the carrier’s weapons range,” advised bin Nadal.
“Understood,” acknowledged the captain. “Continue current alert status.” She added, “Faltyne, keep a close eye on them.”
“Aye.” The Andorian checked his monitor, “Ma’am, I’m detecting movement from the other ships in the system. Most of the Vuke forces are on their way.”
“How long?”
He did some calculations, “The nearest group will reach us in 1.5 hours.”
“There’s some motivation for the doctor,” said Karim morbidly.
Aurelia tapped a control on her armrest, “Bridge to Sickbay.”
“Zo’Kama here.”
“Doctor, what can you get done in one and a half hours?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Sintina sighed, “Understood. Bridge out.”
Supplemental
Vuke Carrier Three
H’Kan System
The foreigner asked Kudal via the projector, “We’ve scanned your ship and I’d like your permission to beam a body over to our ship.”
Her head swayed slightly. “Beam?” repeated the Vuke.
Zo’Kama took a second to find the words, “It’s a technology we have. We can transfer people and objects from one place to another instantly.”
“Amazing,” she commented. For the first time in a long time, Kudal entertained a glimmer of hope. Surely, people with such technology could find a cure for this illness. She brought her mind back to the conversation, “Of course. You may proceed. But I must warn you. This disease spreads quickly in air. You must take precautions.”
“I have,” assured the Arkonian. “I’ve erected a containment field around the surgical bay and then another around sickbay. Contagion won’t be a problem.”
Kudal blinked. “I’ll take your word for that.”
Supplemental
USS Independence, MainBridge
H’Kan System
Ninety minutes later, the main viewer displayed only a handful of the combat vessels assuming a battle formation around the Independence. A total of three destroyers, one frigate, and nearly two dozen fighters now surrounded them. That didn’t include the undermanned carrier and her fighters that could be utilized if need be.
It took everything Aurelia had not to call for a red alert. “Yellow alert,” she said coolly, “keep the weapons offline.”
Karim advised her, “Captain, I recommend we keep shields down as well. Any sudden power change from us might be interpreted as a hostile act to the Vuke.”
She was silent while considering her first officer’s words.
“Captain?” prompted the tactical chief.
Her face was blank, “Keep the shields down, Faltyne. But,” she supplemented, “If you detect a missile launch…”
“I’ll have them up before it exits their tubes, ma’am,” finished the Andorian.
She nodded with approval.
Kimula reported from communications, “Captain, we’re receiving a message on a Vuke frequency.”
“Tap into the holodeck rig and put it on the main screen.”
The Vuke matriarch appeared. She obviously thought she had the advantage. Johem barked, “Provide us with the cure to the disease or be destroyed.”
Sintina never did respond well to ultimatums. She stood, “First off, we haven’t developed a cure, yet. Second, who the hell are you to threaten us when we’re offering you help?”
“You have violated our space. Under normal circumstances, you would already be dead. We understand you came here to assist us. That is why I am giving you this one chance to so. Hand over the cure.”
With clinched teeth, Aurelia rejoined, “I was not lying to you. We don’t have a cure, yet. We’re not even sure we can make one. These things take time.”
The Vuke was silent. She had little choice but to back peddle. “Such an advanced species as yours shouldn’t need that much time. You have 23 hingins. If your vessel attempts to move, it will be fired upon.” She added menacingly, “If you can’t create a cure after that, perhaps we can discover it ourselves using the technology on your ship.”
Sintina huffed indignantly. “I’ve been ordered to try to help you people. But lady, if you attempt to board this vessel, you’ll find out just how ‘advanced’ we are.” She glanced at Kimula, “End communication.”
The Andorian counselor jibed, “Tactful.”
Aurelia was in no mood, “Shut up, Kim.”
“For the record,” reported bin Nadal, “twenty-three hingins translates to five hours, 15 minutes.”
“Aurelia to Zo’Kama.”
“This is Zo’Kama.”
“Doctor, how well do you work with deadlines?”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Brig
H’Kan System
Clayton sat on the bench a broke and defeated man. He stared at the deck. He’d been like that for hours. Footfalls indicated someone had approached his cell. He didn’t bother looking up.
“Mister Easton,” stated Karim.
He looked up from under his brow, “Commander.”
The first officer lowered the forcefield and took a seat on an adjacent bench. The field was re-activated by the guard.
“I believe what you’re saying, Clayton. The captain is…untrusting by nature. Our experiences with Section 31 haven’t helped, either.”
He didn’t respond.
Bin Nadal continued, “We just want to make sure you’re telling us everything.”
He said surprisingly calmly, “I told you the truth, but you didn’t believe it. What more do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie now? I will if it means getting out of this cell.”
Karim frowned. “No. No, I don’t want you to lie.”
Easton said, just above a murmur, “I never should have come here. You’re probably in on it, too.”
The Persian leaned back, “It’s amazing how these people can so easily destroy trust and goodwill.” He stood and gestured to the guard. “That’s what they want, you know. We’ll never have a unified resistance with so much suspicion and mistrust flying about.”
The field dropped and he exited.
The Vuke are paranoid, hostile, and under the circumstances, understandably desperate. Nevertheless, their aggression towards the Independence is still galling, and I have to applaud Aurelia for keeping her temper in check… such as she has.
Data’s addition to the story was an unexpected twist, and I’m looking forwarding to watching him interact with your original characters more.
Great stuff, keep it coming!
Data’s addition to the story was an unexpected twist, and I’m looking forwarding to watching him interact with your original characters more.
Great stuff, keep it coming!
Aurelia ever the tactful diplomat. Mind she has kept her temper and the ship from going to full alert. So kudos to her for being able to do that. That said, it is a dicey situation and Aurelia coming up against the Queen - someone equally strong willed and defiant should prove to provide some fireworks.
Meantime, the doctor has to work on a cure before a deadline and Karim is trying to work on matters of trust when dealing with possible S31 agents. Ha. No problems then.
Meantime, the doctor has to work on a cure before a deadline and Karim is trying to work on matters of trust when dealing with possible S31 agents. Ha. No problems then.
Yeah, we all know the limitations of Aurelia's diplomatic skills but in this case the Vuke really picked the wrong ship to try and intimidate.
Their xenophobic nature probably doesn't allow them to deal with these newcomers any other way and it is going to be interesting to see how Aurelia will handle this situation.
Their xenophobic nature probably doesn't allow them to deal with these newcomers any other way and it is going to be interesting to see how Aurelia will handle this situation.
I'll echo what has already been said. Aurelia is probably grinding her teeth down to the gums. 
I think she's at the diplomatic breaking point.
As to the Vuke, they may be all bluster . . . or they may have something in their arsenal that could give Indy some problems. Hopefully, we won't find out. The ball is in Dr. Zo'kama's court to find a cure in five hours. No pressure at all.
I also like the inclusion of Data - probably my favorite TNG character. Looks like he and Windslow should get along well.
And I have to admit feeling a bit sorry for Easton, who very much appears to be a fish out of water. Of course, appearances are all too often deceiving.
I think she's at the diplomatic breaking point.As to the Vuke, they may be all bluster . . . or they may have something in their arsenal that could give Indy some problems. Hopefully, we won't find out. The ball is in Dr. Zo'kama's court to find a cure in five hours. No pressure at all.
I also like the inclusion of Data - probably my favorite TNG character. Looks like he and Windslow should get along well.
And I have to admit feeling a bit sorry for Easton, who very much appears to be a fish out of water. Of course, appearances are all too often deceiving.
Sorry for the delay. Life can be so distracting...
CHAPTER 10
Supplemental
USS Independence, Sickbay
H’Kan System
Doctor Zo’Kama proceeded with her autopsy. She wore a red bio-hazard suit. Data, lacking a suit, stood opposite of her.
The Arkonian laid down a laser scalpel, “It will take a minutes for the computer to compare these results with the Vuke baseline from Starfleet Medical.”
“It would be beneficial if I processed anatomy information for the species,” commented the android. He began walking toward a nearby computer station.
“You haven’t done that already?” asked the doctor.
He sat on the stool and began accessing the database, “It was not necessary before now. I would not want to give you faulty advice.”
Zo’Kama leaned over his shoulder. The hands moved faster and faster, until they were a blur. The images were changing so quickly on the monitor that she found it difficult to look at. She turned away and rubbed her eyes. “I can’t believe you can make sense of that.”
Without looking away, Data stated, “I find it difficult to imagine how limiting it must be to be a biological being.”
The doctor was silent for a moment. There was something in his tone. She almost felt insulted. Surely, she was just imagining it. “I never thought about it from your perspective.”
“Of course, you did not,” he quickly rejoined.
The computer chimed. The results were ready. Zo’Kama went to another station to read it over. A seconds later, her shoulders slumped. “Of course, it’s not going to be that easy.” She turned to face Data, “The analysis didn’t find anything that could cause these symptoms.”
“What is your next course of action?”
She sighed, “I’ll have to isolate the virus the old fashioned way, which means there is no way I’ll even find this thing before the Vuke attack.”
Supplemental
USS Enterprise, Captain’s Ready Room
Sector 18945
“Enter,” said Picard after hearing the door chime.
Worf entered.
The captain worked on a padd, “Yes Mister Worf, what is it?”
He looked uneasy. “I attempted to contact the Independence as you requested...” He hesitated a moment, “but it appears the transmission is being jammed at their end.”
The captain sat up, concerned. “Jammed? How?”
“I am not certain.”
“I find it hard to believe the timing of this to be a coincidence.” Picard allowed his mind to think of possibilities, all of which were merely speculation. “Investigate this Mister Worf. Make it your top priority.”
“Yes sir.”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Main Engineering
H’Kan System
The ever constant rhythm of the warp core hummed in the background.
“Chief Fulton,” yelled Windslow to the dark-skinned human across the room.
“Yes sir?”
They met each other half way. Windslow continued, “How many torpedoes have been altered to produce a static warp bubble?”
Both men noticed Data entering. He made a beeline for Windslow.
“Three, sir.”
“Step it up, Chief.”
Fulton nodded, “Aye.”
The Enterprise ops officer didn’t waste time, “I believe I have discovered a way to neutralize an interphasic cloak, Commander. If we alter the main deflector to emit an inverse tachyon pulse we can directly detect the quantum flux from the ship.”
Windslow’s brow scrunched up. “I don’t see how an inverse tachyon pulse could detect any quantum flux.”
Data rejoined evenly, “I would not expect you to understand it. The theories this relies upon are quite advanced.”
The Independence officer wasn’t sure how to react. It could very well be that what Data said was true, but that was beside the point. He decided to begin tactfully, “Commander, I have no doubt of your abilities, but I’m not going to do anything I don’t understand. I need you to explain it. Otherwise, I’m going to continue with my original plan of using a differential pulse and then create a static warp shell.”
There was a slight edge to the android’s voice, “That procedure is flawed.” He continued in a more diplomatic, if not condescending tone, “I believe it would be wise to yield to my superior knowledge and experience in this matter.”
Windslow was resolved, “No. Not until I fully understand what I’d be doing.”
Data cocked his head in concession, “Very well, when you like to schedule a block of time for me to elaborate?”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Main Engineering
H’Kan System
Even though the technology had been outdated for over 400 years, Sintina could have sworn she heard the ticking of an analog clock. “Time?” she asked.
The response came from tactical, the station behind her, “Twenty-two seconds. Would you like a countdown?”
She looked back at Faltyne, “God, no.”
“Do you think the queen will do it?” ventured Karim.
Once it was clear Zo’Kama couldn’t deliver, the captain began running battle scenarios in her head. “If she does, we raise shields and leave the system.”
“Captain,” said the doctor as she rose from a science station, “we do that and any hope for a cure for this plague will be gone. We’d be consigning these people to death.”
“I’m not going to risk this ship and crew for people who don’t want our help, Doctor.” The sentence was stated in a way which left little room for debate.
Zo’Kama wasn’t one to be intimidated easily. Many of the crew walked eggshells around Captain Aurelia, but not her. If the captain were wrong, Zo’Kama would call her out on it and she wasn’t a ‘pal’ like Kimula or Karim. In this case, however, the Arkonian knew Sintina was right. Though her gut told her to object, her mind told her mouth to stay shut.
Jonin piped up, “Where receiving a hail.”
“Right on time,” observed bin Nadal.
Aurelia stood up, “Let’s see what she has to say. On screen.”
Prima Alpha Johem filled the screen. “I demand you transfer your entire crew to Carrier Three. You will continue your research from there, while we search your vessel for weapons and technology.”
Sintina prepared herself for battle, “No.”
“You will comply or you will be destroyed!”
“I doubt that,” she rejoined calmly.
Zo’Kama stepped up, “Captain, let me go over. I could…”
“At ease,” snapped Aurelia.
The Arkonian stood down.
The frustration in Johem’s face intensified. There was a stare down between the two women for several seconds. Finally, the queen said, “We demand weapons and medical technology.”
Sintina grinned slightly. The matriarch just blinked. “No weapons. I will transport medical supplies to Carrier Three.”
Johem bared her teeth. She said tightly, “Very well.”
The channel closed.
CHAPTER 10
Supplemental
USS Independence, Sickbay
H’Kan System
Doctor Zo’Kama proceeded with her autopsy. She wore a red bio-hazard suit. Data, lacking a suit, stood opposite of her.
The Arkonian laid down a laser scalpel, “It will take a minutes for the computer to compare these results with the Vuke baseline from Starfleet Medical.”
“It would be beneficial if I processed anatomy information for the species,” commented the android. He began walking toward a nearby computer station.
“You haven’t done that already?” asked the doctor.
He sat on the stool and began accessing the database, “It was not necessary before now. I would not want to give you faulty advice.”
Zo’Kama leaned over his shoulder. The hands moved faster and faster, until they were a blur. The images were changing so quickly on the monitor that she found it difficult to look at. She turned away and rubbed her eyes. “I can’t believe you can make sense of that.”
Without looking away, Data stated, “I find it difficult to imagine how limiting it must be to be a biological being.”
The doctor was silent for a moment. There was something in his tone. She almost felt insulted. Surely, she was just imagining it. “I never thought about it from your perspective.”
“Of course, you did not,” he quickly rejoined.
The computer chimed. The results were ready. Zo’Kama went to another station to read it over. A seconds later, her shoulders slumped. “Of course, it’s not going to be that easy.” She turned to face Data, “The analysis didn’t find anything that could cause these symptoms.”
“What is your next course of action?”
She sighed, “I’ll have to isolate the virus the old fashioned way, which means there is no way I’ll even find this thing before the Vuke attack.”
Supplemental
USS Enterprise, Captain’s Ready Room
Sector 18945
“Enter,” said Picard after hearing the door chime.
Worf entered.
The captain worked on a padd, “Yes Mister Worf, what is it?”
He looked uneasy. “I attempted to contact the Independence as you requested...” He hesitated a moment, “but it appears the transmission is being jammed at their end.”
The captain sat up, concerned. “Jammed? How?”
“I am not certain.”
“I find it hard to believe the timing of this to be a coincidence.” Picard allowed his mind to think of possibilities, all of which were merely speculation. “Investigate this Mister Worf. Make it your top priority.”
“Yes sir.”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Main Engineering
H’Kan System
The ever constant rhythm of the warp core hummed in the background.
“Chief Fulton,” yelled Windslow to the dark-skinned human across the room.
“Yes sir?”
They met each other half way. Windslow continued, “How many torpedoes have been altered to produce a static warp bubble?”
Both men noticed Data entering. He made a beeline for Windslow.
“Three, sir.”
“Step it up, Chief.”
Fulton nodded, “Aye.”
The Enterprise ops officer didn’t waste time, “I believe I have discovered a way to neutralize an interphasic cloak, Commander. If we alter the main deflector to emit an inverse tachyon pulse we can directly detect the quantum flux from the ship.”
Windslow’s brow scrunched up. “I don’t see how an inverse tachyon pulse could detect any quantum flux.”
Data rejoined evenly, “I would not expect you to understand it. The theories this relies upon are quite advanced.”
The Independence officer wasn’t sure how to react. It could very well be that what Data said was true, but that was beside the point. He decided to begin tactfully, “Commander, I have no doubt of your abilities, but I’m not going to do anything I don’t understand. I need you to explain it. Otherwise, I’m going to continue with my original plan of using a differential pulse and then create a static warp shell.”
There was a slight edge to the android’s voice, “That procedure is flawed.” He continued in a more diplomatic, if not condescending tone, “I believe it would be wise to yield to my superior knowledge and experience in this matter.”
Windslow was resolved, “No. Not until I fully understand what I’d be doing.”
Data cocked his head in concession, “Very well, when you like to schedule a block of time for me to elaborate?”
Supplemental
USS Independence, Main Engineering
H’Kan System
Even though the technology had been outdated for over 400 years, Sintina could have sworn she heard the ticking of an analog clock. “Time?” she asked.
The response came from tactical, the station behind her, “Twenty-two seconds. Would you like a countdown?”
She looked back at Faltyne, “God, no.”
“Do you think the queen will do it?” ventured Karim.
Once it was clear Zo’Kama couldn’t deliver, the captain began running battle scenarios in her head. “If she does, we raise shields and leave the system.”
“Captain,” said the doctor as she rose from a science station, “we do that and any hope for a cure for this plague will be gone. We’d be consigning these people to death.”
“I’m not going to risk this ship and crew for people who don’t want our help, Doctor.” The sentence was stated in a way which left little room for debate.
Zo’Kama wasn’t one to be intimidated easily. Many of the crew walked eggshells around Captain Aurelia, but not her. If the captain were wrong, Zo’Kama would call her out on it and she wasn’t a ‘pal’ like Kimula or Karim. In this case, however, the Arkonian knew Sintina was right. Though her gut told her to object, her mind told her mouth to stay shut.
Jonin piped up, “Where receiving a hail.”
“Right on time,” observed bin Nadal.
Aurelia stood up, “Let’s see what she has to say. On screen.”
Prima Alpha Johem filled the screen. “I demand you transfer your entire crew to Carrier Three. You will continue your research from there, while we search your vessel for weapons and technology.”
Sintina prepared herself for battle, “No.”
“You will comply or you will be destroyed!”
“I doubt that,” she rejoined calmly.
Zo’Kama stepped up, “Captain, let me go over. I could…”
“At ease,” snapped Aurelia.
The Arkonian stood down.
The frustration in Johem’s face intensified. There was a stare down between the two women for several seconds. Finally, the queen said, “We demand weapons and medical technology.”
Sintina grinned slightly. The matriarch just blinked. “No weapons. I will transport medical supplies to Carrier Three.”
Johem bared her teeth. She said tightly, “Very well.”
The channel closed.
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