Star Trek Hunter
Episode 24:
A Trillian Problem
Scene 11:
Traxx and Spies
Rumor Boel returned with his family. “I am taking them to meet Captain Dolphin.”
“You won’t have to take them far,” came Lt. Grorher’s deep, rumbly voice. The large, furry pilot, no longer carrying a plasma cannon on his shoulder, ambled toward the growing gathering of family, sanctuary bureaucrats and priests, Captain Kenneth Dolphin in tow.
Dolphin had met first Lt. Grorher, then a little later, Rumor Boel and Elaine Norman, outside the Symbiont Sanctuary’s shield wall when the two climatologists had beamed down from the primary weather control satellite.
One of the priests rushed forward. “Captain Dolphin, I’m sorry, but this is now an internal affair…” The priest found himself having to walk backward as the Star Fleet officers did not break stride. “A trill has been taken against her will by a symbiont,” he continued, talking faster and trying not to stumble. “We cannot allow…”
“Manage this, Lieutenant,” Dolphin ordered without glancing at either Grorher or the priest.
The broad, furry pilot, still in his worn and torn red uniform, placed his quite substantial presence between the priests and Dolphin. “Ladies, Gentlemen, if you would please explain your concerns to me…”
“So this is your family Mr. Boel?” Dolphin asked.
“I am Jet Traxx,” said Jet. “I now carry the Traxx symbiont. We have not fully merged and I do not yet know all of Traxx’s secrets, but long ago, long before the Mulaax symbiont was joined with the man who is now General Hialal Mulaax, they developed a plan to capture this sanctuary. Part of that plan involved driving refugees in through the back door to the sanctuary - the priests routinely monitor the shield perimeter and modulate the shields to allow refugees in. Traxx was to join with one of these refugees – preferably a child who could be completely dominated – and bring the sanctuary shields down from the inside.” Jet groaned and clasped her belly. “Traxx is really angry…” She found a bench.
“Traxx has a lot to learn. This isn’t the universe he last operated in,” Jet continued, her hands gently massaging her pouch. “Hopefully Traxx will meet Doctor Carrera tonight. That will change the way we see things.”
Dolphin, who was already alert, shook his head quickly. “Sarekson Carrera? You know him? How is he?”
“That depends upon what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is…” Jet replied.
Dolphin squinted at the teenage trill as if she had suddenly transformed into a potted plant. “What??”
“Your language is terribly imprecise when it comes to temporal mapping. Sarekson and I have been friends for centuries.”
“Do you mean Traxx and Dr. Carrera?” Dolphin asked in considerable confusion.
“No. Sarekson hasn’t met Traxx yet,” said Jet. “In fact, he hasn’t met me yet. I’m really looking forward to that. I remember the first time I met him… I was a professional dominatrix at the time…”
This strange conversation was interrupted by a rather worried sanctuary bureaucrat who had managed to worm his way past Lt. Grorher and into this small group. “Captain Dolphin, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we are preparing food for your troops outside. How many are there?”
“Lieutenant Grorher and myself,” Dolphin responded.
“But we were told you had about 800 troops outside,” continued the trill bureaucrat. “Where have they gone?”
“There were never any there,” said Dolphin, turning to look at the priest. “Just me and a communications array. And my new friend with his plasma cannon.”
The trill shook his head. “What kind of strategy is that?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.” Dolphin shrugged. “My Director of Ground Operations and Assistant Director of Flight Operations cooked it up at the last minute… when they realized the weather satellites had been sabotaged to create all this fog. It sounded good to me, so I told them to run with it and I played the part they gave me. We’ll see if it works out…”
The nervous trill gave Dolphin a strange look and scuttled off.
Dolphin made a summoning motion to Elaine Norman, who had been standing back a little from the group. As she stepped up closer, he leaned in, put a hand to the side of his mouth and whispered in her ear. “I can do that,” she responded, then quickly walked away in pursuit of the nervous trill priest.
Lt. Grorher stepped close to Dolphin, rumbled quietly under his breath. “Do you think that trill bureaucrat is our spy?”
“Yeah. Probably,” Dolphin replied. “I think I may have sent one of the furies to verify it and collect him…”
“Furies?” Grorher asked.
Captain Dolphin gave the large, furry lieutenant a long, evaluating look. “Sort of a, uhmm, a goddess of vengeance?”
Grorher managed a rather toothy grin. “So you noticed that romulan woman has a temper…”
