Chapter One
Captain’s Log, Stardate 55594.7;
It’s been three weeks since we were pulled into this part of the Gamma Quadrant. And it’s been three weeks since Lieutenant Commander Huntington sacrificed our warp core in order to convince the Chobraq Mutuality that we were destroyed.
Well, it worked.
The only trouble now is that we’re trapped over three lightyears from a habitable world without a warp drive. At full impulse speed, it would take us over twelve years to get there. That was if we had the fuel to do it. Even if we did, the chances are that this world could be a Mutuality outpost.
Morale is surprisingly high among the crew. I think that they genuinely believe that I’ll get them home somehow. I wish that I shared their optimism. I keep hoping for another encounter with Captain Sisko and that he will provide me with a way out of this situation because I’ll be damned if I can see one.
Isabel Cardonez kicked hard, expelling a cry of rage when she did. The punching bag flew high and to the side, straining the chain that held it hanging from the ceiling. As it swung back again, she spun around on her left heel, striking the bag again with her right foot.
She had been in the gym for almost an hour and her blue vest top was sodden with sweat that seeped from every pore. Several people had come and gone while she was kicking seven kinds of Hell out of the punching bag. None of them had stayed particularly long with their Captain’s rage being somewhat distracting. Now she had the place to herself. That was good because it meant that she could really let go. Pounding her rage into the bag normally helped.
Today, it wasn’t.
For the last week, she had been feeling antsy and she didn’t know why. She was pissed off, short-tempered, and generally felt like a bear with a sore head. She couldn’t even blame it on her period. That was weeks away and even with PMT, she wasn’t usually this pissed off.
She knew that it was frustration. Normally, the Testudo seemed huge but lately it was getting more and more claustrophobic. It was inactivity as well with three weeks spent skulking around this asteroid field, and hiding from the few Mutuality patrols that meandered by. She wanted, no, she needed to do something or she was going to go mad.
She stopped using her feet, instead jabbing at the bag with her fists. A left, then a right, and then another left.
Her combadge chirped and she paused. She relaxed for a moment, catching her breath while the combadge continued to chirp. Finally she tapped at her breast and shut it off. “Cardonez,” she barked.
“Captain,” came the voice of her First Officer, Yashiro Masafumi,” I just wanted to remind you that our daily meeting begins in five minutes.”
She had forgotten the meeting. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath.
“Captain?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I’ll be right up. Don’t start without me.” After that, she tapped her combadge again. Then she grabbed up her towel and headed for the door.
****
Commander Yashiro Masafumi was a fastidious man and never more so than this morning. His uniform, clean and pressed, and with his hair and beard neatly trimmed. Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered. While he waited for the Captain to arrive, he cast another glance around the Conference Table.
As usual, Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington was smart and clean-shaven. He was sitting back in his seat, looking both relaxed and like a coiled animal all at the same time. After him, though, it all went downhill.
There was Zia Kehen, Masafumi’s lover and soon-to-be-mother of their child. The Helm Officer looked quite presentable but that effect was wasted on him. He knew from first-hand experience how slovenly she could be. And he was sure that she had grabbed yesterday’s underwear when she had gotten dressed this morning.
Valian Kandro looked as bored as usual. The Betazoid’s uniform was slightly creased and sitting askew on his shoulders.
Doctor Hollen Azahn sat next to him. He was perhaps the scruffiest officer of them all. His hair was a tangled mess and his beard was desperately in need of a shave.
Then there was Lieutenant Louise Ramblin. As engineers were known to do, the sleeves of her uniform were rolled up past her elbows. Masafumi understood the tradition but he didn’t approve of it. Ramblin’s blonde hair looked neat enough, tied back in a ponytail. As per usual, she was pouting and he wondered what Kandro had said to upset her this time.
At least, Testudo’s Commanding Officer was always well-presented. Masafumi mused over this, just as Cardonez walked in and dispelled him of that idea.
“I’m sorry,” she said, curtly without a hint of sorrow before dropping herself down at the head of the table. She hadn’t changed and the Commander easily detected the odor of sweat coming off of her body.
“Captain, we could easily postpone this meeting if you wanted to grab a shower.”
She rolled her eyes in his direction. “Thank you, Commander, but let’s not make this meeting drag on any longer than it has to.”
Masafumi nodded in acquiescence. “As you wish.”
Isabel grabbed both ends of the towel hanging around her neck, pulling on each end of it so that it ran first, one way and then another. “Let’s get this show on the road. Updates from yesterday, Lieutenant Ramblin?”
Ramblin sat up straighter once she was picked upon and picked up a PADD that had been lying on the table in front of her. “There’s nothing much that’s new to report,” she said. “We’ve completed another inventory of our fuel supplies. We have enough deuterium to last us for approximately thirteen months.”
“What?!,” barked Cardonez, pausing in her towel tugging. “You gave us twenty-one months yesterday!”
“I know but we’ve had to revise our estimation. The truth is that we’ll need to use the replicators a lot if we’re going to construct a replacement warp core.”
“And there’s no way that we can stretch out the fuel that we have?,” asked Masafumi.
“No, sir. Not anymore than we already have. We’ve banned all non-essential replicator usage. The holodecks are offline and we’ve cut power and life-support to Decks Eighteen and Nineteen. Every system online is essential and we can’t save from anywhere else. Without access to a deuterium tanker or the ability to go to warp so that we can use the Bussard collectors…” Ramblin let the sentence hang there and everyone in the room understood that what fuel that they had was finite.
“Okay,” Cardonez said, commencing with her tugging once more. “Any further thoughts on our replacement core?”
Ramblin sighed. “Well, as I’ve said, it will be tricky. We don’t have access to a Spacedock or an industrial replicator of the size required. Yes, we can fabricate a shuttle if we need to but a warp core is a much larger proposition. I’ll have to build it in sections and that means that it won’t be as stable as our old core was.”
“Fair enough,” said Cardonez. “What kind of timescale are we looking at?”
“A long one. I estimate three months to build and test all of the relevant parts. Because of the size, we’ll have to assemble it outside of the ship after that so add another month, minimum. It’s important to note that it won’t be anywhere as efficient as our old core. I can’t stress that enough. I’m not even sure if I can do it. I’ve never had to build a warp core from scratch before.”
“What kind of performance can we expect?,” asked Huntington.
“It’s hard to tell,” Ramblin replied. “The worst case scenario is that it doesn’t even work… or it blows up…”
“My morale is going up all the time,” said Kandro.
“Kandro!,” Isabel shouted and he shut up. “Go on, Lieutenant.”
Ramblin continued with her report. “Our estimations are that the absolute best that we can hope to achieve is a capability of Warp Four.”
A few gasps went up at this announcement.
“So, a three-hundred year trip home,” Kehen stated.
Ramblin shook her head. “I doubt we would get that far. Our best estimation is that we would get approximately thirty or forty lightyears out of the core before it was worn out.”
“I don’t think that’s enough to get us home,” said Hollem.
“I know,” said Ramblin with a tight smile.
Chatter started up around the table but Cardonez stopped it dead by banging her fist down on the tabletop. “People, quiet!,” she snapped at her senior staff. “I know that it’s not perfect but it would give us the ability to find a habitable planet if nothing else.”
“Any planet that close,” said Masafumi,” could likely be a Mutuality world.”
“Yes,” offered Huntington,” but we count always steal one of their ships.”
“Or, at the very least, find a decent engineer,” said Kandro.
“Bite me, Kandro.”
“Valian!,” shouted Cardonez. “The point, at least, is that we will have options.”
Kandro nodded. “Warp Four is a damned sight better than nothing,” he said, muttering a “Sorry”, in Ramblin’s direction.
“That’s okay,” she responded. “We’re all under a lot of stress.”
“We must be if you two are starting to be nice to one another,” Hollem said with a grin.
“Doctor?,” said Cardonez.
“Yes?”
“Your report.”
“Report?,” the doctor asked, frowning.
“You were going to report on the status of our medical supplies?”
“Oh, right,” the Bajoran said. “I’m sorry. I haven’t had time to do much of an inventory. Crewman Lynch broke his leg yesterday and several female ensigns seem to have come down with what looks to be Rigelian Syphilis.” He coughed, looking embarassed. “I haven’t managed to find a causal link between the two women yet.”
Cardonez couldn’t help it. She looked over at Lieutenant Kandro.
“Oh, no,” he said, wagging his finger in the air. “You can’t pin that on me. I haven’t been near a woman in…” He paused for a moment. “Well, not within the gestation period of Rigelian Syphilis anyway.”
Cardonez’s blush would have been noticeable if she wasn’t still flushed from her exercise. She wondered if she was the last person to sleep with the Betazoid. It seemed to be a trifle odd that the Testudo’s resident ladies man had been sleeping alone for over a month now. “Keep looking into it,” she told Hollem. “Do you have anything else to report?”
Hollem cast a sideways glance at Kandro. “Well, my survey isn’t complete but we do seem to have adequate supplies of most medicines. There is one potential problem but I would rather talk about it in private if you don’t – “
“It’s me,” Kandro said, interrupting the doctor. “Or more specifically, it’s my Pylium.” He was referring to the drug that kept the worst ravages of his condition, Silena, at bay.
Cardonez looked at Kandro, the sweat dripping down her back suddenly feeling cold to the touch. “How long?,” she whispered.
“Three months.”
“You can’t stretch it out?,” asked the Captain, tearing her eyes away from Kandro and focusing on Hollem.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, no. Anything less than a standard dose will have no effect whatsoever. It’s my fault.” Cardonez raised a questioning eyebrow. “There was another fifteen milliliters of Pylium aboard the Lusitania, awaiting transfer. I was busy and… I forgot. I guess I just thought that I would arrange for the transfer after the war games were over.” Hollem looked over at Kandro. “I really am sorry, Valian.”
“Doctor, no one could have guessed that the Lusitania would attack us and then hightail it off to the Gamma Quadrant,” said Huntington.
“The Commander’s right,” said Cardonex. “As for the Pylium… well, that’s another reason for tracking down the Lusitania.”
“Captain,” Kandro said,” maybe you should start considering replacements for the Ops position. I’m not going to be much good to you by the time that we get the warp core online.”
“Can it. You’re my Operations Officer until I tell you otherwise.”
“You know that I won’t be able to function?”
Cardonez did know it. Without Pylium, Kandro would be assaulted by headaches of such ferocity that he would barely be able to stand, let alone function normally. She remembered the horror stories that he had told her about how it used to be on Betazed before Pylium was discovered. When the sufferers of Silena routinely went mad from the pain.
The room was silent. Each person there knew fully well that, if not a death sentence, it was as near to it.
It was Azahn who broke the silence. “Look, I hate to be the only one thinking this but wouldn’t it make some sense to consider surrendering?”
Cardonez smiled. “You’re not the only one thinking that, Doctor. The truth is that we can’t endanger the crew for one person.” Even when she said it, she felt like a hypocrite. She had risked the crew to save Kandro six months ago when he had foolishly joined the Borg. Of course, that act not only risked her crew but it indirectly led to what happened to Liz Tennyson.
She looked at Kandro. “I promise that we’ll do all that we can to get hold of some more Pylium.” It might have been an empty promise but there was some steel behind her voice.
“Captain,” Masafumi said,” if I may, we might have another option that would enable us to regain warp capability far sooner.”
Everyone perked up at that news. “Explain,” said Cardonez.
“Very well,” said Masafumi. “As you know, we have, for several days, been aware that there are several habitations within this asteroid field.”
Cardonez nodded. “Yes, but we decided to steer well clear of any Mutuality outposts, at least, for now.”
“Indeed. However, you didn’t preclude us from scanning those habitations and we have some quite unexpected results.”
When Masafumi didn’t continue, Cardonez snapped,” Well?”
He smiled. “We’ve identified almost one hundred outposts across the asteroid field. They appear to be very old structures in need of constant repair to maintain life-support. As well, we also have detected over twenty ships that are shuttling between these outposts.”
“So, the Mutuality has substantial mining operations going on here. It just means that we have to be careful,” said Cardonez.
“Actually, Captain, I do not believe that these outposts are Mutuality ones. The general shoddy state of repair suggests that they were in existence before the Selvee conquered the original Chobraq Mutuality.”
“Like the colony that we found on Pollera Four?,” asked Kehen.
Masafumi nodded. “Or Circadia, to give it the Chobraq name. Each of the ships that we’ve detected traveling between these outposts have been old as well. In addition, they have been all sublight only ships. We haven’t detected any evidence of warp drive. Well, almost none.”
“Explain.”
“Well, we’ve seen two Mutuality ships pass by in the last few weeks. The evidence that Commander Huntington had accumulated suggests that there weren’t regular patrols.”
“They were looking for any evidence that we survived,” said Huntington,” but not too closely from what I can gather. It was a formality and nothing more.”
“Why do I get the feeling that there’s more that you have yet to reveal?,” asked Isabel.
“You know me all too well, Captain,” said Masafumi. “In addition to the sublight ships and the two Mutuality ones, we also detected this.” With a flourish, he tapped the computer controls and the monitor screen on the far wall lit up.
The image was grainy and the ship that it displayed was in the far distance. Still, it was recognizable. The curved hull spoke of a Mutuality ship, although one much larger than the more cumbersome-looking ships that they had encountered so far. Rather than twin nacelles sweeping outwards at the bow, this ship had two struts heading upwards near its stern and its nacelles were obvious copies of a Shangri-La-class tactical cruiser.
“That’s a Mutuality ship.” It was Kandro who stated the obvious.
“We would disagree,” said Huntington.
“We believe it was a Mutuality ship,” added Masafumi. “We have several pieces of evidence to support this theory. First of all, scans indicate that the ship is likely to be thirty years old. It also appears to be in poor repair. The nacelles are dead and it’s likely that they have been for fifteen years or so.”
“So what’s it doing here?,” asked Cardonez.
“I would hypothesize that it’s a ship that got lost, a long time ago and it has been acquired by the inhabitants of one of these inhabitations. It appears to be a freighter and I would guess that it’s been used as such.”
“Even if it isn’t a Mutuality ship,” said Ramblin,” I fail to see how this helps us.”
Masafumi thumbed another button and a display of the freighter’s interior appeared before them. The ship was about one hundred-and-fifty meters long, the Captain guessed, with six distinct decks. As she watched, Yashiro focused in on the aft section of the ship and what looked like a warp core.
“So it has a warp core. It must be as dead as the nacelles are and even if it isn’t…,” Ramblin began.
“Oh, it isn’t.”
Ramblin snorted, looking at the Security Chief and then the Captain. “Even if it isn’t, then there’s no way that we could utilize it as anything other than spare parts.”
“It’s an exact copy of a Zee-Twenty,” said Masafumi.
This news caught her attention. “Really?”
Masafumi nodded.
“Okay, for those of us who aren’t blessed with engineering knowledge, what exactly is a Zee-Twenty?,” asked Cardonez.
Her Chief Engineer’s gaze returned to her. “It’s an old-style warp core that’s popular on Federation freighters during the past hundred years or so. It takes the word generic to a whole new level. Solid, reliable, and – “
“Skip to the point,” Kandro pushed her.
Ramblin glared at him. “The point is that it’s so generic that we would be able to install it with little or no trouble.”
“It’s smaller than ours, right?,” asked a confused Kehen.
“Yes,” said Ramblin,” but that I can work around. The point is that it’s designed to function with Federation technology and the reason that it’s still popular is that it’s a classic design. No matter what direction that warp field theory went in, the Zee-Twenty always seemed to be compatible.”
Meanwhile, the Betazoid Operations Officer had stood up from his chair and walked over to the display screen. Staring intently at it, he said,” It would be a lot thinner than ours. We would need to find a way to stabilize it or it would rattle around and destroy itself the first time that we went to warp.”
Ramblin stood up and joined Kandro. “We could fit reinforced joints on Decks Thirteen and Seventeen.”
“Additional inertial dampers would be a good idea.”
Cardonez half-smiled. She loved it when these two clicked like this. Ninety percent of the time, they were at each other’s throats, but, occasionally, they proved to be a formidable team.
“I agree,” said Ramblin. “Now we need to create some kind of funnel from the matter-and-antimatter supplies to make up for the stunted nature of the core.”
“Excuse me, but this can’t be possible,” said Kehen.
“I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” said Huntington. “It’s well within the realm of the possible. I even saw it done once. I saw the warp core from a deuterium tanker put into a Miranda-class starship.” He shook his head as though he still didn’t believe it. “It was the damnedest thing that I ever saw.”
“Are we talking about stealing this core?,” asked Doctor Hollem.
Masafumi shook his head. “No. The chances are that the owners of this ship don’t realize what they’ve got. Scans have shown that its impulse engines are powered from a Lectracite reactor. Lectracite seems to be the only mineral left in most of these asteroids. It appears that many of the outposts run on similar power sources.”
“You hope that we can trade for it?,” asked Cardonez.
Masafumi nodded. “However, there are two problems.”
“There would be,” said the Captain.
“First of all, strictly speaking, this is a pre-warp society. They may live in space but from their radio chatter that we’ve intercepted, it appears that they have little idea about how they got here or that anyone else exists.”
“Well, that’s easy to sort out,” said Isabel. “Doctor Hollem can make us look like the Chobraq easily enough and we’ll take a shuttlepod.” She turned in her chair to where Kandro and Ramblin were still standing in front of the display screen, examining the schematic. “Lieutenant, do you have any problem with converting a shuttlepod to look a little bit more retro?”
“None at all,” said the Chief Engineer.
“Okay, that’s one problem sorted,” said Cardonez. “I’ll go and take Louise with me. When we contact this ship, we’ll exchange… something…”
“You’ll need a good pilot,” Kehen piped up, enthusiasm playing on her face. “Dodging asteroids is talented work.”
Cardonez smiled at Kehen. “I’m sorry, Zia, but I think you’d be a little noticeable.”
Kehen looked crestfallen.
“We’ll take Pam Tilmore with us,” said Isabel. “That way I can also preclude Commander Huntington from telling me that I need to take a Security Officer.” She cast a sly glance sideways.
Huntington was nonplussed. “Well, you do keep forgetting,” he said. “Are you sure that just the three of you is wise?”
Cardonez shrugged. “There’s not a lot of room in a shuttlepod.”
“Are you sure that it’s wise for you to go?,” asked her First Officer. “As Ship’s Captain, you would be, perhaps, better served with staying here, especially given our predicament.”
“Probably,” she replied,” but I’m exercising Captain’s Prerogative. I need to stretch my legs and this mission will be the perfect opportunity. Now then, you say two problems. What’s the second one?”
Masafumi looked embarrassed. “The second problem is that we don’t actually know where the ship is.”
Captain’s Log, Stardate 55594.7;
It’s been three weeks since we were pulled into this part of the Gamma Quadrant. And it’s been three weeks since Lieutenant Commander Huntington sacrificed our warp core in order to convince the Chobraq Mutuality that we were destroyed.
Well, it worked.
The only trouble now is that we’re trapped over three lightyears from a habitable world without a warp drive. At full impulse speed, it would take us over twelve years to get there. That was if we had the fuel to do it. Even if we did, the chances are that this world could be a Mutuality outpost.
Morale is surprisingly high among the crew. I think that they genuinely believe that I’ll get them home somehow. I wish that I shared their optimism. I keep hoping for another encounter with Captain Sisko and that he will provide me with a way out of this situation because I’ll be damned if I can see one.
Isabel Cardonez kicked hard, expelling a cry of rage when she did. The punching bag flew high and to the side, straining the chain that held it hanging from the ceiling. As it swung back again, she spun around on her left heel, striking the bag again with her right foot.
She had been in the gym for almost an hour and her blue vest top was sodden with sweat that seeped from every pore. Several people had come and gone while she was kicking seven kinds of Hell out of the punching bag. None of them had stayed particularly long with their Captain’s rage being somewhat distracting. Now she had the place to herself. That was good because it meant that she could really let go. Pounding her rage into the bag normally helped.
Today, it wasn’t.
For the last week, she had been feeling antsy and she didn’t know why. She was pissed off, short-tempered, and generally felt like a bear with a sore head. She couldn’t even blame it on her period. That was weeks away and even with PMT, she wasn’t usually this pissed off.
She knew that it was frustration. Normally, the Testudo seemed huge but lately it was getting more and more claustrophobic. It was inactivity as well with three weeks spent skulking around this asteroid field, and hiding from the few Mutuality patrols that meandered by. She wanted, no, she needed to do something or she was going to go mad.
She stopped using her feet, instead jabbing at the bag with her fists. A left, then a right, and then another left.
Her combadge chirped and she paused. She relaxed for a moment, catching her breath while the combadge continued to chirp. Finally she tapped at her breast and shut it off. “Cardonez,” she barked.
“Captain,” came the voice of her First Officer, Yashiro Masafumi,” I just wanted to remind you that our daily meeting begins in five minutes.”
She had forgotten the meeting. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath.
“Captain?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I’ll be right up. Don’t start without me.” After that, she tapped her combadge again. Then she grabbed up her towel and headed for the door.
****
Commander Yashiro Masafumi was a fastidious man and never more so than this morning. His uniform, clean and pressed, and with his hair and beard neatly trimmed. Sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered. While he waited for the Captain to arrive, he cast another glance around the Conference Table.
As usual, Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington was smart and clean-shaven. He was sitting back in his seat, looking both relaxed and like a coiled animal all at the same time. After him, though, it all went downhill.
There was Zia Kehen, Masafumi’s lover and soon-to-be-mother of their child. The Helm Officer looked quite presentable but that effect was wasted on him. He knew from first-hand experience how slovenly she could be. And he was sure that she had grabbed yesterday’s underwear when she had gotten dressed this morning.
Valian Kandro looked as bored as usual. The Betazoid’s uniform was slightly creased and sitting askew on his shoulders.
Doctor Hollen Azahn sat next to him. He was perhaps the scruffiest officer of them all. His hair was a tangled mess and his beard was desperately in need of a shave.
Then there was Lieutenant Louise Ramblin. As engineers were known to do, the sleeves of her uniform were rolled up past her elbows. Masafumi understood the tradition but he didn’t approve of it. Ramblin’s blonde hair looked neat enough, tied back in a ponytail. As per usual, she was pouting and he wondered what Kandro had said to upset her this time.
At least, Testudo’s Commanding Officer was always well-presented. Masafumi mused over this, just as Cardonez walked in and dispelled him of that idea.
“I’m sorry,” she said, curtly without a hint of sorrow before dropping herself down at the head of the table. She hadn’t changed and the Commander easily detected the odor of sweat coming off of her body.
“Captain, we could easily postpone this meeting if you wanted to grab a shower.”
She rolled her eyes in his direction. “Thank you, Commander, but let’s not make this meeting drag on any longer than it has to.”
Masafumi nodded in acquiescence. “As you wish.”
Isabel grabbed both ends of the towel hanging around her neck, pulling on each end of it so that it ran first, one way and then another. “Let’s get this show on the road. Updates from yesterday, Lieutenant Ramblin?”
Ramblin sat up straighter once she was picked upon and picked up a PADD that had been lying on the table in front of her. “There’s nothing much that’s new to report,” she said. “We’ve completed another inventory of our fuel supplies. We have enough deuterium to last us for approximately thirteen months.”
“What?!,” barked Cardonez, pausing in her towel tugging. “You gave us twenty-one months yesterday!”
“I know but we’ve had to revise our estimation. The truth is that we’ll need to use the replicators a lot if we’re going to construct a replacement warp core.”
“And there’s no way that we can stretch out the fuel that we have?,” asked Masafumi.
“No, sir. Not anymore than we already have. We’ve banned all non-essential replicator usage. The holodecks are offline and we’ve cut power and life-support to Decks Eighteen and Nineteen. Every system online is essential and we can’t save from anywhere else. Without access to a deuterium tanker or the ability to go to warp so that we can use the Bussard collectors…” Ramblin let the sentence hang there and everyone in the room understood that what fuel that they had was finite.
“Okay,” Cardonez said, commencing with her tugging once more. “Any further thoughts on our replacement core?”
Ramblin sighed. “Well, as I’ve said, it will be tricky. We don’t have access to a Spacedock or an industrial replicator of the size required. Yes, we can fabricate a shuttle if we need to but a warp core is a much larger proposition. I’ll have to build it in sections and that means that it won’t be as stable as our old core was.”
“Fair enough,” said Cardonez. “What kind of timescale are we looking at?”
“A long one. I estimate three months to build and test all of the relevant parts. Because of the size, we’ll have to assemble it outside of the ship after that so add another month, minimum. It’s important to note that it won’t be anywhere as efficient as our old core. I can’t stress that enough. I’m not even sure if I can do it. I’ve never had to build a warp core from scratch before.”
“What kind of performance can we expect?,” asked Huntington.
“It’s hard to tell,” Ramblin replied. “The worst case scenario is that it doesn’t even work… or it blows up…”
“My morale is going up all the time,” said Kandro.
“Kandro!,” Isabel shouted and he shut up. “Go on, Lieutenant.”
Ramblin continued with her report. “Our estimations are that the absolute best that we can hope to achieve is a capability of Warp Four.”
A few gasps went up at this announcement.
“So, a three-hundred year trip home,” Kehen stated.
Ramblin shook her head. “I doubt we would get that far. Our best estimation is that we would get approximately thirty or forty lightyears out of the core before it was worn out.”
“I don’t think that’s enough to get us home,” said Hollem.
“I know,” said Ramblin with a tight smile.
Chatter started up around the table but Cardonez stopped it dead by banging her fist down on the tabletop. “People, quiet!,” she snapped at her senior staff. “I know that it’s not perfect but it would give us the ability to find a habitable planet if nothing else.”
“Any planet that close,” said Masafumi,” could likely be a Mutuality world.”
“Yes,” offered Huntington,” but we count always steal one of their ships.”
“Or, at the very least, find a decent engineer,” said Kandro.
“Bite me, Kandro.”
“Valian!,” shouted Cardonez. “The point, at least, is that we will have options.”
Kandro nodded. “Warp Four is a damned sight better than nothing,” he said, muttering a “Sorry”, in Ramblin’s direction.
“That’s okay,” she responded. “We’re all under a lot of stress.”
“We must be if you two are starting to be nice to one another,” Hollem said with a grin.
“Doctor?,” said Cardonez.
“Yes?”
“Your report.”
“Report?,” the doctor asked, frowning.
“You were going to report on the status of our medical supplies?”
“Oh, right,” the Bajoran said. “I’m sorry. I haven’t had time to do much of an inventory. Crewman Lynch broke his leg yesterday and several female ensigns seem to have come down with what looks to be Rigelian Syphilis.” He coughed, looking embarassed. “I haven’t managed to find a causal link between the two women yet.”
Cardonez couldn’t help it. She looked over at Lieutenant Kandro.
“Oh, no,” he said, wagging his finger in the air. “You can’t pin that on me. I haven’t been near a woman in…” He paused for a moment. “Well, not within the gestation period of Rigelian Syphilis anyway.”
Cardonez’s blush would have been noticeable if she wasn’t still flushed from her exercise. She wondered if she was the last person to sleep with the Betazoid. It seemed to be a trifle odd that the Testudo’s resident ladies man had been sleeping alone for over a month now. “Keep looking into it,” she told Hollem. “Do you have anything else to report?”
Hollem cast a sideways glance at Kandro. “Well, my survey isn’t complete but we do seem to have adequate supplies of most medicines. There is one potential problem but I would rather talk about it in private if you don’t – “
“It’s me,” Kandro said, interrupting the doctor. “Or more specifically, it’s my Pylium.” He was referring to the drug that kept the worst ravages of his condition, Silena, at bay.
Cardonez looked at Kandro, the sweat dripping down her back suddenly feeling cold to the touch. “How long?,” she whispered.
“Three months.”
“You can’t stretch it out?,” asked the Captain, tearing her eyes away from Kandro and focusing on Hollem.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, no. Anything less than a standard dose will have no effect whatsoever. It’s my fault.” Cardonez raised a questioning eyebrow. “There was another fifteen milliliters of Pylium aboard the Lusitania, awaiting transfer. I was busy and… I forgot. I guess I just thought that I would arrange for the transfer after the war games were over.” Hollem looked over at Kandro. “I really am sorry, Valian.”
“Doctor, no one could have guessed that the Lusitania would attack us and then hightail it off to the Gamma Quadrant,” said Huntington.
“The Commander’s right,” said Cardonex. “As for the Pylium… well, that’s another reason for tracking down the Lusitania.”
“Captain,” Kandro said,” maybe you should start considering replacements for the Ops position. I’m not going to be much good to you by the time that we get the warp core online.”
“Can it. You’re my Operations Officer until I tell you otherwise.”
“You know that I won’t be able to function?”
Cardonez did know it. Without Pylium, Kandro would be assaulted by headaches of such ferocity that he would barely be able to stand, let alone function normally. She remembered the horror stories that he had told her about how it used to be on Betazed before Pylium was discovered. When the sufferers of Silena routinely went mad from the pain.
The room was silent. Each person there knew fully well that, if not a death sentence, it was as near to it.
It was Azahn who broke the silence. “Look, I hate to be the only one thinking this but wouldn’t it make some sense to consider surrendering?”
Cardonez smiled. “You’re not the only one thinking that, Doctor. The truth is that we can’t endanger the crew for one person.” Even when she said it, she felt like a hypocrite. She had risked the crew to save Kandro six months ago when he had foolishly joined the Borg. Of course, that act not only risked her crew but it indirectly led to what happened to Liz Tennyson.
She looked at Kandro. “I promise that we’ll do all that we can to get hold of some more Pylium.” It might have been an empty promise but there was some steel behind her voice.
“Captain,” Masafumi said,” if I may, we might have another option that would enable us to regain warp capability far sooner.”
Everyone perked up at that news. “Explain,” said Cardonez.
“Very well,” said Masafumi. “As you know, we have, for several days, been aware that there are several habitations within this asteroid field.”
Cardonez nodded. “Yes, but we decided to steer well clear of any Mutuality outposts, at least, for now.”
“Indeed. However, you didn’t preclude us from scanning those habitations and we have some quite unexpected results.”
When Masafumi didn’t continue, Cardonez snapped,” Well?”
He smiled. “We’ve identified almost one hundred outposts across the asteroid field. They appear to be very old structures in need of constant repair to maintain life-support. As well, we also have detected over twenty ships that are shuttling between these outposts.”
“So, the Mutuality has substantial mining operations going on here. It just means that we have to be careful,” said Cardonez.
“Actually, Captain, I do not believe that these outposts are Mutuality ones. The general shoddy state of repair suggests that they were in existence before the Selvee conquered the original Chobraq Mutuality.”
“Like the colony that we found on Pollera Four?,” asked Kehen.
Masafumi nodded. “Or Circadia, to give it the Chobraq name. Each of the ships that we’ve detected traveling between these outposts have been old as well. In addition, they have been all sublight only ships. We haven’t detected any evidence of warp drive. Well, almost none.”
“Explain.”
“Well, we’ve seen two Mutuality ships pass by in the last few weeks. The evidence that Commander Huntington had accumulated suggests that there weren’t regular patrols.”
“They were looking for any evidence that we survived,” said Huntington,” but not too closely from what I can gather. It was a formality and nothing more.”
“Why do I get the feeling that there’s more that you have yet to reveal?,” asked Isabel.
“You know me all too well, Captain,” said Masafumi. “In addition to the sublight ships and the two Mutuality ones, we also detected this.” With a flourish, he tapped the computer controls and the monitor screen on the far wall lit up.
The image was grainy and the ship that it displayed was in the far distance. Still, it was recognizable. The curved hull spoke of a Mutuality ship, although one much larger than the more cumbersome-looking ships that they had encountered so far. Rather than twin nacelles sweeping outwards at the bow, this ship had two struts heading upwards near its stern and its nacelles were obvious copies of a Shangri-La-class tactical cruiser.
“That’s a Mutuality ship.” It was Kandro who stated the obvious.
“We would disagree,” said Huntington.
“We believe it was a Mutuality ship,” added Masafumi. “We have several pieces of evidence to support this theory. First of all, scans indicate that the ship is likely to be thirty years old. It also appears to be in poor repair. The nacelles are dead and it’s likely that they have been for fifteen years or so.”
“So what’s it doing here?,” asked Cardonez.
“I would hypothesize that it’s a ship that got lost, a long time ago and it has been acquired by the inhabitants of one of these inhabitations. It appears to be a freighter and I would guess that it’s been used as such.”
“Even if it isn’t a Mutuality ship,” said Ramblin,” I fail to see how this helps us.”
Masafumi thumbed another button and a display of the freighter’s interior appeared before them. The ship was about one hundred-and-fifty meters long, the Captain guessed, with six distinct decks. As she watched, Yashiro focused in on the aft section of the ship and what looked like a warp core.
“So it has a warp core. It must be as dead as the nacelles are and even if it isn’t…,” Ramblin began.
“Oh, it isn’t.”
Ramblin snorted, looking at the Security Chief and then the Captain. “Even if it isn’t, then there’s no way that we could utilize it as anything other than spare parts.”
“It’s an exact copy of a Zee-Twenty,” said Masafumi.
This news caught her attention. “Really?”
Masafumi nodded.
“Okay, for those of us who aren’t blessed with engineering knowledge, what exactly is a Zee-Twenty?,” asked Cardonez.
Her Chief Engineer’s gaze returned to her. “It’s an old-style warp core that’s popular on Federation freighters during the past hundred years or so. It takes the word generic to a whole new level. Solid, reliable, and – “
“Skip to the point,” Kandro pushed her.
Ramblin glared at him. “The point is that it’s so generic that we would be able to install it with little or no trouble.”
“It’s smaller than ours, right?,” asked a confused Kehen.
“Yes,” said Ramblin,” but that I can work around. The point is that it’s designed to function with Federation technology and the reason that it’s still popular is that it’s a classic design. No matter what direction that warp field theory went in, the Zee-Twenty always seemed to be compatible.”
Meanwhile, the Betazoid Operations Officer had stood up from his chair and walked over to the display screen. Staring intently at it, he said,” It would be a lot thinner than ours. We would need to find a way to stabilize it or it would rattle around and destroy itself the first time that we went to warp.”
Ramblin stood up and joined Kandro. “We could fit reinforced joints on Decks Thirteen and Seventeen.”
“Additional inertial dampers would be a good idea.”
Cardonez half-smiled. She loved it when these two clicked like this. Ninety percent of the time, they were at each other’s throats, but, occasionally, they proved to be a formidable team.
“I agree,” said Ramblin. “Now we need to create some kind of funnel from the matter-and-antimatter supplies to make up for the stunted nature of the core.”
“Excuse me, but this can’t be possible,” said Kehen.
“I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” said Huntington. “It’s well within the realm of the possible. I even saw it done once. I saw the warp core from a deuterium tanker put into a Miranda-class starship.” He shook his head as though he still didn’t believe it. “It was the damnedest thing that I ever saw.”
“Are we talking about stealing this core?,” asked Doctor Hollem.
Masafumi shook his head. “No. The chances are that the owners of this ship don’t realize what they’ve got. Scans have shown that its impulse engines are powered from a Lectracite reactor. Lectracite seems to be the only mineral left in most of these asteroids. It appears that many of the outposts run on similar power sources.”
“You hope that we can trade for it?,” asked Cardonez.
Masafumi nodded. “However, there are two problems.”
“There would be,” said the Captain.
“First of all, strictly speaking, this is a pre-warp society. They may live in space but from their radio chatter that we’ve intercepted, it appears that they have little idea about how they got here or that anyone else exists.”
“Well, that’s easy to sort out,” said Isabel. “Doctor Hollem can make us look like the Chobraq easily enough and we’ll take a shuttlepod.” She turned in her chair to where Kandro and Ramblin were still standing in front of the display screen, examining the schematic. “Lieutenant, do you have any problem with converting a shuttlepod to look a little bit more retro?”
“None at all,” said the Chief Engineer.
“Okay, that’s one problem sorted,” said Cardonez. “I’ll go and take Louise with me. When we contact this ship, we’ll exchange… something…”
“You’ll need a good pilot,” Kehen piped up, enthusiasm playing on her face. “Dodging asteroids is talented work.”
Cardonez smiled at Kehen. “I’m sorry, Zia, but I think you’d be a little noticeable.”
Kehen looked crestfallen.
“We’ll take Pam Tilmore with us,” said Isabel. “That way I can also preclude Commander Huntington from telling me that I need to take a Security Officer.” She cast a sly glance sideways.
Huntington was nonplussed. “Well, you do keep forgetting,” he said. “Are you sure that just the three of you is wise?”
Cardonez shrugged. “There’s not a lot of room in a shuttlepod.”
“Are you sure that it’s wise for you to go?,” asked her First Officer. “As Ship’s Captain, you would be, perhaps, better served with staying here, especially given our predicament.”
“Probably,” she replied,” but I’m exercising Captain’s Prerogative. I need to stretch my legs and this mission will be the perfect opportunity. Now then, you say two problems. What’s the second one?”
Masafumi looked embarrassed. “The second problem is that we don’t actually know where the ship is.”