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Star Trek: Into the Void - Season One

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Epilogue

Captain’s Personal Log, Stardate 551289;


It’s been several days since we attacked the Borg Sphere and rescued Lieutenant Kandro. The price that we paid weighs heavily on the crew. None more so than me. We have rendezvoused with the USS Lirpa and retrieved the crew members who had stayed behind. We also beamed over the five Borg drones that we had successfully subdued. Hopefully the Lirpa’s medical staff can reverse the assimilation process. We have also transferred Lieutenant Reeves into their medical care. Having him aboard provides too much of a temptation for someone to do something stupid.

Which leads me to the thanks that I owe Commander Huntington, although I cannot go into the reasons why. I believe that he has saved my career. To be frank, I didn’t imagine my career to be worth much after ignoring the orders of my superiors but it seems that Starfleet is in a forgiving mood. Maybe Admiral Gavin is watching out for me or maybe Starfleet just doesn’t want to court-martial a war hero. For whatever reason, all I have is a reprimand on my file and no one among my crew has been chastised anyway. I would consider myself fortunate if it wasn’t for Liz.


Isabel Cardonez stood, watching the rise and fall of Liz Tennyson’s chest while the young woman slept. “How is she?,” she asked quietly.

Hollem moved up next to the Captain and when he replied, his voice was equally low. “Better. Physically, at least. The skull fracture has been knotted together nicely. We replaced her broken tooth and healed all of the bumps and bruises. The only other… damage was the vaginal tearing.” Cardonez winced when he said those words. “That had taken a while longer because of the tenderness of the area but it’s healing too.”

“You said physically that she was getting better?”

“Yes. Mentally, it’s trickier. She’s woken up on several occasions and most of the time, she doesn’t seem to know where she is. She sleeps for long periods. She’s very agitated and suffers from regular nightmares. We think that she’ll need a lot of counseling. Lieutenant Dayle and I believe that she would be best served receiving such care away from the Testudo.”

“But her friends are here.”

“True but this is also the place where she was attacked. In her own home as it were. I took the liberty of contacting her mother in New York. She’s obviously worried about her and she would like to take care of her. There are some excellent counselors and support groups in the New York area. I’ve done extensive checks.” Hollen looked nervously into Isabel’s eyes. “There’s no reason that she won’t get past this and lead a normal life again.”

Cardonez hardly heard him. She was still looking at her Chief Engineer, her friend, and remembering the words uttered by a version of Liz Tennyson from fourteen years into the future. Words that made no sense until now.

‘It wasn’t your fault, Captain.’

Cardonez turned away from the bed. “What about Kandro?”

“Through here.” Hollem led her out of the screened-off section where Tennyson was sleeping. Kandro was asleep as well and Beverly Crusher stood, monitoring his vital signs.

“Still here, Doctor?,” asked Isabel.

Crusher smiled. “I’m afraid so. I still have some holiday left.”

“Hell of a vacation. How is he?”

“Getting there. We’ve had to grow new eyes for him,” the Enterprise doctor said, gesturing to the white bandages that were wrapped around his eyes. “And we should be ready to implant them within the next twenty-four hours. Additionally we’re growing a new left arm. We hope to graft that into place soon after the eyes.”

Cardonez involuntarily reached over and felt her own left arm. It had been severed years before by a Klingon bat’leth. “And the Borg nanoprobes is his system?”

“Ninety-five percent of them are purged from his system with no ill-effects. He should make a full recovery.”

“Keep me informed,” Cardonez said. “I’ll be on the Bridge.”

After the Captain had gone, Crusher turned towards her young colleague. “Azahn, you’ve been working for twelve hours straight. It’s time for you to take a break.”

“I’m fine,” said the Bajoran.

“Did I mention that it was an order?,” she asked with a smile. As he began to protest, she shushed him. “Go!,” she ordered. “I should be okay to watch Sickbay for a few hours. I have had some small experience with it, you know.” Then she laughed.

Hollem reached over and hugged her. “I’m glad that you’re here.”

Beverly hugged him back. “I only wish that I could stay longer, but I’m only ever a subspace message away.”


****


Ramblin was hard at work and she found that it helped deal with the anger that she felt. Her uniform jacket was tossed across the back of a chair and the sleeves of her gold undershirt were rolled up past her elbows. She had loosened her collar and it was still too warm. She was proud of the way that the Engineering team had worked together under different circumstances. They were two experienced engineers down but Liz Tennyson had taught her people well.

Then the thought suddenly hit her. For the moment, at least, these were her people now. For what seemed to be like the hundredth time in the last few days, Louise Ramblin fought back her tears and threw herself back into her work.


****


While Doctor Crusher re-read information on a PADD, Valian Kandro took her by surprise by suddenly talking. “Is anyone there?,” he asked, his voice dry.

“I’m here, Lieutenant,” she replied, setting the PADD down and moving over to his bedside.

“I don’t recognize you. Where am I?”

“You’re aboard the Testudo. I’m Doctor Beverly Crusher.”

“I’m pleased to meet you,” he said. “I see that Captain Cardonez couldn’t resist charging in to rescue me,” he quipped. “Please, tell me, was anyone hurt?”

“Just a few bumps and scratches, Lieutenant. Nothing serious.”

“Good. I didn’t want anyone to suffer because of me.’

Crusher was glad that he couldn’t see at the moment because, without thinking, she glanced over at the door to Tennyson’s room. There would be a time to tell Kandro what had happened to his friend but this wasn’t it.

After a long silence, Kandro spoke again. “Still there, Doc?”

“I’m still here.”

“It wasn’t like I thought it would be,” he said. “I wanted to be surrounded by the thoughts of others again but in the Collective, there are no others. It’s just one giant mind and it’s the loneliest thing that I’ve ever experienced.”

“Well, it’s over now. You’re home again.”

“I know. Listen, Doc, two things.”

“Yes.”

“First off, can I have a shot of Pylium? I feel a headache coming on.”

“Okay,” Crusher said, grabbing a hypo. “And the other thing?”

“Are you single?,” Kandro asked with a rakish smile lighting up his pasty face.”


****


When Captain Cardonez swept onto the Bridge, she noticed for the first time that it was nighttime. Ship time, at least, and the lights were dimmed. Strolling down the ramp, she saw Commander Masafumi and Lieutenant Commander Huntington sitting in two of the three seats in the command area.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?,” asked Masafumi.

“I can rest in my Ready Room,” she replied and carried on walking.

As the doors closed behind her, Masafumi sighed. “I’m worried about her.”

“So am I,” said Huntington. “I thought that she would be happy about Starfleet letting her off the hook but she isn’t.”

“It’s almost like she’s sorry that they did. Have you tried to talk to her?”

“Several times. With no success. You?”

“The same. I suppose all that we can do is be here for her if she needs us.”

Huntington nodded. “Listen, didn’t you say that you had somewhere to go?”

“Yes, I did,” Masafumi said, standing. “There’s no point in putting it off any longer.”

“Need any help?”

“No. This is something that I must do alone but thank you anyway.”


****


Once he was inside his quarters, Hollem replicated a bottle of Bolian spring water and bounced down hard on his couch, swinging his legs up while he lay down. After a minute of inactivity, he said,” Computer, reopen audio letter Wolf-Fifteen-Alpha and began recording from where I left off.”

“Ready,” replied the computer.

Hollem took a deep breath. “Hi, Robert, it’s me again. There’s a surprise, right? It’s been a difficult week. I’ve had to deal with things that I hoped I would never have to see again and sadly, you’re the person that I want to tell all about it. I understand if it gets a bit depressing but I have to tell someone, even if you choose not to listen.” He took a long swallow of water.

“Liz Tennyson is one of the strongest people that I know…,” he began. It would be an hour before he stopped talking.


****


Zia Kehen stumbled through to the living room of her cabin, pulling on her dressing gown while she walked, as the door chimes rang again, she shouted,” I’m coming already!”

She had been asleep and she wasn’t overly happy with being awakened. When she open the door, she stepped back in surprise. “Commander? What’s up?”

Masafumi looked nervously at his feet. “Lieutenant.” He winced and shook his head before he looked up to meet her gaze. “Zia,” he began again,” I’m sorry to disturb you but this won’t take very long.”

“Do you want to come in?”

“No. Please, just let me say this so I can leave you in peace.”

“Okay.”

“I have been thinking, these past few days,” he began,” about how sometimes you think that you have all of the time in the world to achieve things or to say things. However, we never want to accept the truth that at any moment that time can be taken away from us. So I’m here tonight to say something to you that I should have said a long time ago.”

“Which is?,” she asked, tired and irritated.

“I am, quite possibly, in love with you.”

A long pause carried on and he was about to make an embarrassed apology and leave when the last thing that he expected, although it was the one thing that he hoped for, happened. Kehen reached out, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him inside her quarters. Close to her body and smothering his mouth with hers, she kissed him hard, letting her tongue slip between his lips, eliciting a similar response from him.

Breaking apart, she was breathing heavily when she stared into his eyes, running a hand gently through his hair, she smiled.

“Well, it damned well took you long enough.”


****


Isabel Cardonez sat in her chair, examining the four tiny objects on the desk in front of her. After a moment, she placed them delicately in a star pattern on top of the box that held her Pacifica Cross. She stared at the tiny arrangement for several minutes before she finally pulled off her combadge and set it down on top of the box as well so it was surrounded by all four of her rank pips.

She pressed a control on her desk. “Commander, please try and get me Admiral Gavin on subspace,” she said. “I have something that I need to discuss with him.”


The End


‘Battle not with Monsters lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.’

- Friedrich Nietzsche
 
Quick thinking on Huntington's part and a rather satisfying beating for Reeves. Plenty of fun action in this sequence along with a rather serious and traumatizing rape sequence. Which you cut away from in time to preserve the Teen rating. The franchise did not shy away from this issue and while I'm not a particular fan of trigger warnings, you laid enough of those out along the way that, in my opinion, any reader was reasonably forewarned. Well done.

The bigger writing job lays ahead - dealing with the aftermath. Which may take a number of segments. As well as you handled the rising action, it's the denouement that will be the most challenging write. The incident takes moments. Recovery takes years.

Well - I wrote that while you were in the midst of posting the epilogue and moving Liz to New York... I'm still hoping you keep up with that character as that recovery process is so tremendously important in our culture. Of course, she isn't the only one who will need to recover. The entire crew would be traumatized to a greater or lesser extent by that happening in the midst of their family.

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek: Into the Void

Episode Fifteen - ‘The Bane of Prometheus’

By Jack D. Elmlinger


Prologue

Sector 29004

Now.


Yashiro Masafumi stood by his bed. He was sadder than he ever expected that he would be when this day came and it surprised him. He supposed that he was just getting sentimental in his old age. He sighed, knowing that he had to get this over with. Stripping off his uniform jacket, he pulled off his blue undershirt. It had taken quite a bit of negotiation for Starfleet to allow him to continue to wear Science Blye while he was serving as a First Officer. It had been okay while he was aboard the Maelstrom and out of communication range with Starfleet but when he had gotten back, he had to submit countless requests to keep it. Finally, they had accepted and he hadn’t seen what the fuss was about. He could serve as First Officer just as easily while still demonstrating that he was still a Science Officer.

Of course, that part of his life was over now. Walking over to the replicator, he threw the blue shirt in. stepped over several of Kehen’s clothes that were strewn about the floor, he walked over to a set of drawers. He loved Zia to pieces but she really wasn’t the tidiest of people.

Opening the drawers, he grabbed half a dozen more blue shirts and added them to the replicator. For a second, he considered adding Kehen’s undergarments but decided against it. Instead he merely disintegrated his uniforms. Tomorrow, they would probably be reformatted as who knew what?

He returned to the bed and picked up the red undershirt. Slipping it on, he had the paranoid feeling that it was heavier somehow. He knew that was ridiculous. How could one extra pip weigh so much? Smiling, he replaced his jacket and headed for the door. Yashiro Masafumi, Captain of the Federation starship Testudo was due on the Bridge.


****


New York, Earth

Four weeks earlier.


Lieutenant Elizabeth Tennyson lay asleep on the bed. She looked so tiny and fragile that Isabel Cardonez hardly recognized the tough young officer who had fought so many battles beside her. In all of those battles, she had come out unscathed until the last one. That one had left her with deep scars.

Not physical scars.

A dermal regenerator could usually fix most scarring of the skin. No, her scars were mental, derived from being beaten and raped in her own quarters by a deranged former subordinate. That had been almost two months ago and Liz was still not well enough to be allowed to leave the Durant Institute.

“I take it that she’s still sleeping a lot,” Cardonez whispered, terrified of waking the sleeping angel on the bed.

“Yes,” replied Doctor Durant, equally quiet. “Anywhere from ten to fifteen hours a day.”

Durant was a friendly-looking man in his late sixties. He was thin to the point of appearing skeletal and his dress sense was very uncoordinated. Today, he wore gray trousers, a red shirt, and a faded blue cardigan and none of the items matched with each other or with him.

When Cardonez had first visited the institute, she had expected it to be more clinical with pristine white paint and padded walls. In fact, the decor matched Doctor Durant’s, in its un-coordination, at least, and she liked it. It gave the place a more organic feel. Liz had her own room and each of the four walls were a different color, a red wall, a pale yellow wall, a deep blue wall, and the fourth wall, which was in fact a huge two-way mirror - was silver. Arranged on the walls were dozens of pictures and photographs, all of them placed with no sense of order or purpose. Some of them were generic pictures of things and places - a cuddly bear, a sun-kissed beach, a cheerful-looking baby - while others were pictures of family and friends. Cardonez, Valian KAndro, and Liz’s mother who visited four or five times a day, and some other people that she was surprised not to recognize.

“Has there been any improvement?,” she asked.

Durant sighed with a deep and frustrated sound. “Let’s not talk about it here,” he said and led Cardonez out through the room’s lone door and into a corridor. He took a left, entering another room and the Captain saw a young male nurse sitting intently, watching Liz sleep from the other side of the mirror.

“Hello, Asif,” he said.

“Hello, Doc,” replied the fresh-faced young man before seeing Cardonez and saying hello again.

“Hi,” she replied, curtly. She wasn’t in much of a mood for niceties. “So, Doctor, is she improving or not?”

“It’s actually quite complex,” Durant said, shuffling his feet nervously. “On the one hand, she is responding to Doctor Soven’s meditation therapy. She also has more frequent periods of lucidity.”

“Well, that sounds like improvement to me.”

“Under normal circumstances, yes, but with increased lucidity has come another reaction to her experiences. That’s why we have her under constant supervision now. A few days ago, a nurse discovered her, covering blood. She had used her fingernails to scratch her face and her arms had deep cuts requiring extensive work with dermal regenerators.” He paused and asked,” Are you all right?”

Cardonez nodded feebly but her skin had visibly paled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I was just remembering something. You were saying?”

“Yes,” Doctor Durant said, a look of concern at Cardonez’s shock still in his eyes. “Well, it’s not completely unusual. Many patients who suffer from sexual assaults, male as well as female, feel responsible in some way. ‘Maybe I led her on’, ‘Maybe I was too attractive’. In this case, I believe that Elizabeth thinks that her looks were partially to blame for the assault and so… she had tried to destroy them.”

Isabel shook her head forcefully. “No, you’re wrong, Doctor. Liz never believed that she was attractive, ever. You wouldn’t believe the times that I had to physically throw her at men. She… she…” She felt her throat tighten up and held back the tears.

“I’m sorry,” said Durant, seeming to be uncomfortable with Cardonez’s emotions. She almost laughed at that. You would think that he would be used to emotional outbursts by now, she mused to herself.

“No. I should be apologizing,” she said. “I can see the logic of what you were trying to say. The question is: Will she get past it?”

Durant shrugged as noncommittally as possible. “I hope and believe that she will but there are no guarantees. You must understand that.”

“I do. Look, I should be going, Doctor. I have a few other appointments while I’m in New York.” It was a lie and quite a blatant one. The truth was that, despite its cozy decor and friendly faces, the institute was a mental home. Bedlam, as Lieutenant Commander Huntington had once helpfully explained to her. She prided herself on being strong, both mentally and physically and she never wanted to end up somewhere like this.

“I understand completely,” Durant said with a smile that seemed to indicate that he understood perfectly.


****


She managed to make it almost to the front door of the institute before she suddenly heard someone calling to her.

“Captain Cardonez! Captain Cardonez, please wait!”

She turned around to see another nurse, a young female Bolian, running towards her.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” said the nurse who was somewhat out of breath. The nametag on her chest said that her name was Belshi. “Phew, I almost lost you,” she added with a smile and Isabel felt herself instantly liking the youngster. “We took a message for you while you were in with Doctor Durant.” She passed a PADD to her.

Cardonez took it and quickly read the contents, her face creasing up into a frown while she did. “Thanks,” she said, handing the PADD back.”

“You’re welcome, Captain,” said Belshi, a look of something approaching awe on her face.

Cardonez smiled a sad little smile. “It’s not Captain anymore. Just Isabel.” Without another word, she left the young woman in the foyer and left the building.
 
Chapter One

Captain’s Log, Stardate 55381.0;


It has been three months now since Captain Cardonez took an extended leave of absence and left the Testudo. Coming fast on the heels of the terrible events that befell Lieutenant Tennyson, this has hit the crew doubly hard. Admiral Gavin felt that in the face of such turmoil, it would be better to try and maintain some level of continuity or so. So, rather than install a new Captain, he gave me a field promotion. It isn’t yet one hundred percent confirmed and the Admiral hopes that Captain Cardonez will choose to return. In truth, I don’t believe she will. Although, this ship could use her brand of leadership right about now.


It’s, Yashiro Masafumi thought to himself, somewhat like watching a game of tennis. Rather than balls, the two opponents swatted insults back and forth. It was almost hypnotic.

“Just because you used to be the Operations Officer doesn’t mean that you can step on my toes,” said Lieutenant Valian Kandro.

“If you did your job properly, I wouldn’t have to,” replied Lieutenant Louise Ramblin.

This fight had been going on for five minutes and Masafumi hadn’t managed to get a word in, edgeways yet. Kandro was short for a Betazoid male with close-cropped blonde hair. His usually devilish grin had been noticeably absent of late and his eyes held a haunted look that had little to do with the face that they weren’t his natural eyes - those had been ripped away from him by the Borg - and more to do with the guilt that he felt over the rape of Liz Tennyson by Lieutenant Bill Reeves. At least, that was Counselor Dayle’s opinion. Sometimes, Masafumi wondered if he was the only one who didn’t feel any guilt over Liz anymore. Whatever he could or couldn’t have done, he had long since made peace with himself.

Everyone else still seemed to be on edge about it. Even Zia, and she had been lightyears away when it happened.

Certainly, Lieutenant Ramblin felt it more than most. Elevated to Chief Engineer by Captain Cardonez as her last act, Masafumio suspected that she felt that she was only where she was because of Liz’s breakdown and Reeves’ incarceration. In fact, he thought that himself and he had considered replacing her as Chief Engineer when he assumed command. Only Cardonez’s parting words had stayed his hand.

“Yashiro, far be it from me to give any orders around here anymore but grant me just one request. I know that Ramblin isn’t your ideal of a Starfleet officer but give her a chance. She’s good at what she does. Unorthodox, sure. A handful, certainly, but a good engineer, nonetheless. Promise me that you’ll give her a chance, at least.”

He had given her a chance and a month to impress him. She had impressed him. Unfortunately, that gave him two senior officers who had once shared a bed and now shared a mutual hatred of each other.

“Realignment of the aft sensor array falls under the purview of the Operations Officer,” Kandro said. “I know a lot of policies and procedures go over your head but even you must realize that!”

“Oh, I realize that, all right,” she replied, tossing her shoulder-length blonde hair angrily,” but considering that it’s supposed to be completed every two months, I thought that you obviously needed a hand. The last time that it got done was four months ago.” At this point, she raised her nose proudly in the air. “When you were on leave and I was Operations Officer,” she added with a flourish.

Kandro laughed a short ugly sound. “I do like your career tactics, Louise. Always ready to take over when someone else is incapacitated.”

Masafumi tensed up, and then relaxed. Ramblin was smiling. He was impressed. Normally, he would have expected anger, if not violence from her but obviously his little pep talks had …

Ramblin suddenly lunged for Kandro, wrapping her hands around his throat. The two of them tumbled back onto the deck.

“That’s enough!,” Masafumi yelled, rising to his feet and slamming his hands down hard on the desk. Ramblin and Kandro stopped mid-wrestle. She released her grip but stayed astride of him, an angry look still on her face.

“You know,” coughed the Betazoid,” if you wanted to roll around on the deck with me, all you have to do is ask.” For a moment, the old Kandro cheekiness shone through.

“Lieutenant, get off of him,” ordered Masafumi.

Reluctantly, Ramblin righted both chairs and sat back down again, a pout on her lips.

A moment later, Kandro hauled himself up and sat down as well. “See that, Commander? She still has the hots for me.”

Masafumi turned to look at Kandro, a stern look on his face. “Lieutenant Kandro, I know that Captain Cardonez found you amusing but do not confuse the fact that I admire your abilities as a Starfleet officer with a willingness to accept your horseplay. As for you,” - he turned towards Ramblin - ,” the next time that I see you strike a fellow officer, you will find yourself on charges. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” they both answered in unison.

Masafumi let out a deep breath and sat back down again. “Now, as for the aft sensor array, Lieutenant Kandro is correct. It is his responsibility.” Kandro grinned smugly at that. “However, if you fail to undertake the regular maintenance again, Mister Kandro and disciplinary action will follow.” That statement wiped the smile off of his face and placed one onto Ramblin’s. “Now, as for your obvious ill will towards each other…”

The chirp of the intercom interrupted him. He pressed a button on his desktop console and said,” Masafumi here.”

The gentle tones of Lieutenant Kehen came through over the intercom. “Captain, we’ve just received a Priority One distress signal from a Doctor Letek on the planet Melokkia.”

“Melokkia is in Cardassian territory, isn’t it?,” he asked.

“Yes, sir. It’s on the edge of their territory,” the Yulani replied,” but the doctor specifically requested the presence of a Starfleet vessel.”

Masafumi raised an eyebrow. “Did the doctor specify the nature of the emergency?”

“Only that it was a matter of life and death.”

Masafumi paused but it was only for a moment. “Set a course and get us moving at Warp Eight.”

“Aye, sir,” she replied before cutting the comlink. Masafumi had to suppress a smile. Kehen was the only officer that he ever knew who sounded sex saying, “Yes, sir.” Then again, to his eyes, she could recite Vulcan poetry and sound sexy so he wasn’t surprised.

Then he realized that Ramblin and Kandro were still in front of him. “Well, it looks like we’ll have to continue this later,” he said and both officers stood and headed for the door, each of them trying to be the first one through it. “And for God’s sake, try not to kill each other any time soon.”

Both of them sheepishly nodded. The door opened but Kandro made a play of gallantly letting Ramblin exit first. Of course, this act infuriated her and she stormed through.

Once he was alone, Masafumi maintained the serious look on his face for another instance but then the memory of Ramblin and Kandro rolling around on the deck became too much for him and he laughed out loud.


****


At roughly the same time, although dozens of lightyears away, Isabel Cardonez stepped through the airlock that led from the small Andorian passenger ship. Ahead of her, several other passengers led the way along the downward-slanted boarding tube that led to the domed colony properly.

The line of visitors moved slowly. Not because of any hold up but merely because they all wanted to see the view. The boarding tube was wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side and it was composed of transparent aluminum. It was like walking through a vacuum. Above and to the sides was the darkness of space but below was a murky white surface of ice. She looked as well but she couldn’t make out anything under the surface, not that she had expected to.

Suddenly a deep voice behind her said,” Captain Cardonez.” And a finger gently tapped her on the shoulder. Isabel stopped and began to turn around, although she already knew who it was behind her and what it signified.

Benjamin Sisko was still dressed in his Starfleet uniform and he was scowling. “Captain, you’re in the wrong place.”

Then she woke up.

She was stretched out on a cheap hotel bed, lying above the covers and clad in only a white vest, matching shorts, and she was still too hot. Reltrix may have been an ice planet but the Ferengi hoteliers went out of their way to ensure that their guests were kept warm.

She sat up and ran a hand through her lank hair. It came away covered in sweat and she deceived that it was time for yet another shower. First, though, she swung off of the bed and walked across the small single room to the only window. The glass was grimy but she could still see outside. There were better hotels but she wanted to be on the edge of the dome with an uninterrupted view of the ice fields. They stretched out as far as the eye could see and were only broken up by the occasional surface vehicle, taking tourists out for a spin. She didn’t know why anyone would want to travel on the surface. Reltrix’s real attractions were all several kilometers underground.

As she stared at the ice fields, she was thinking about the vision or perhaps it was just a dream? Maybe she hadn’t fully come to terms with her decision to quit Starfleet yet.

“No shit, Sherlock,” she muttered to herself with a wry smile. If she had come to terms with it, she would have contacted Admiral Gavin to tell him.

Still, if it wasn’t a dream that meant that Sisko had contacted her for some reason. But why? The last time had been over nine months ago with a vague warning about the rise of a new power and how she was the only one who could halt it. Well, no new power had risen. Did she have to wait for years before his warnings came true?

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the memory of Sisko while she thought back to how she had ended up here. It had been a month earlier and she had just visited Liz at the institute. The pleasant if awestruck nurse had said that there was a message for her and her first thought had been that it was a message from Starfleet. She had been wrong. The message was short and to the point.

Empire State Building, 2pm

That was it, cryptic and mysterious with no clue as to who had sent it or why. She had wiped the message and handed the PADD back to the nurse before leaving the institute.

It was midday and she was hungry. She found an Italian restaurant and sat down to eat. She had no intention whatsoever of traveling to the rendezvous.

Two hours later and she was standing on the Observation Deck of the Empire State Building, gazing at the sprawling metropolis around her. It had been centuries since the Empire State Building had been the tallest building in New York City and yet it still seemed majestic, even next to buildings that were twice its size.

Like so many other cities on Earth, New York City had its own share of tragedy during mankind’s violent past but it had survived with its spirit intact. Always a cosmopolitan city, it now boasted a Klingon district where Greenwich Village had once been. Harlem was the place to go to find a multitude of Andorian restaurants and joggers from a dozen different species ran through Central Park in the morning.

She remembered the first time that Liz had brought her here. The enthusiasm and pride that the young woman had for her hometown. The comment that she felt that she could handle anything because she was a New York girl. Of course, beneath that tough veneer, Liz had always been uncertain about herself. She was strong-willed for the most part but she had doubted her leadership abilities and felt that she was better off with just being another grease monkey.

It had taken a lot of persuasion after Pacifica to convince her that Cardonez really wanted her to be the Osprey’s Chief Engineer. It had been the same with her love life. She hadn’t been kidding when she had told Durant that she had to throw Liz at men. She had once told Masafumi that she didn’t know if anything had ever happened between Liz and Kandro but it had been a lie. Of course, Valian had made a pass at Liz. He made a pass at every vaguely attractive woman that he met. Well, except for Cardonez. She had made it quite clear that he shouldn’t try his charms on her, not if he valued his genitals anyway.

The trouble was that Liz hadn’t believed that he truly found her attractive. She thought that he was just taking pity on her. So a friendship had been born. There was nothing that Kandro found more intriguing than a woman that he couldn’t get. And Liz had discovered that beneath the smartass exterior, Kandro was actually a really nice guy.

And now the outcome of that friendship had left Liz a mental wreck.

No.

That wasn’t true and Cardonez knew it.

At least, this wasn’t Kandro’s fault. She had been the Captain and the burden rested with her.

She could have transferred Bill Reeves to another ship after it was obvious that he was trouble. She could have left him behind on Taliron Four while the Testudo went off to fight the Borg and rescue Valian. Hell, she could have bitten the bullet and not raced off to rescue Valian at all. That’s what a Starfleet Captain should have done. One person’s life wasn’t worth risking over a hundred and fifty people for. She had been lucky. She had saved him and all that it had cost was the innocence of her best friend. It could have cost the lives of everyone aboard.

Sighing, Cardonez rested her head against the bars separating her from oblivion. She had no idea what to do with her life now and she certainly had no idea why she had gone on this fool’s errand. Was she that curious? Was she that bored?

Taking her head away from the cool railings, she checked her chronometer. It was two-fifteen now. Whatever was supposed to happen at two had been obviously postponed. Then she noticed a man standing next to her, standing ramrod straight, his hands clasped behind his back while he looked at the view.

“It’s quite a sight, wouldn’t you say, Isabel?,” he asked without so much as glancing her way.

“My mysterious host, I presume.”

The man turned towards her. “First things first, Isabel. Please note that for the duration of our little chat, this observation deck is covered by a sensor-dampening field that will prevent any kind of listening or scanning device from working. It will also prevent energy-based weapons from being used and prevent a transporter lock.”

“I see that you like your privacy,” said Cardonez “Mister…?”

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Tyrell,” he said. “James Tyrell. Don’t bother trying to look it up. I stole it from Shakespeare.”

Against her better judgment, she took his hand and got a better look at him. He wasn’t tall but he held himself so confidently that you would be hard pressed to notice. His age could have been anywhere from a mature-looking forty to a young-looking sixty. His hair and beard were well-trimmed and dark with gray flecks that added to the distinguished look that he obviously cultivated. His smile was warm and friendly but his eyes were hard and furtive as though he was constantly seeing everything and everyone around them.

“Richard the Third,” she said. “The man who kills the Princes.”

“Very good,” he said, seeming to be genuinely impressed. “And what does that tell you about me?”

“That you’re a spook,” she replied. “If a very well-read one.”

He laughed at that. “Very good,” he repeated. “I’m sure that the cloak-and-dagger around our meeting helped instill that thought though. Yes, I do work in the intelligence community.”

“So what do you want with me?”

“I want to offer you a job.”

Now it was Cardonez’s turn to laugh. “No, thanks. Starfleet Intelligence doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Who said that I was with them?”

The laugh faded now. “I have even less interest in working for anyone outside of the Federation.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I work for the best interests of the Federation, but not with Starfleet.”

“Then who?”

“Ah, some things I can’t reveal,” he said, cryptically,” but suffice it to say that my organization works outside the bounds set by Starfleet.”

“A rogue agency,” said Cardonez. “I had heard rumors.”

He frowned. “Rogue is such an ugly word. Suffice it to say that we have the Federation’s best interests at heart and know that you do too. You would fit in quite nicely with us.”

“No, thanks,” she said, shaking her head for added effect. She turned back to the view.

“I’ll give you twenty-four hours to think about that,” he said.

Isabel kept staring at the city. “Why waste your time?”

“Because you’d be an asset. You will take me up on my offer. Shall I tell you why? I’ve read your report of the incident that caused you to take a leave of absence.” He paused. “Somehow I thought you would be shocked at that.”

She shrugged. “Why? It’s obvious that you have a lot of information. It makes sense that you would have read my report. Probably my log entries too.”

“Correct. You know everyone thinks you left because you felt guilty over Lieutenant Tennyson but that’s not true. No, the real truth is about Lieutenant Reeves.”

“Do go on,” she said, injecting as much sarcasm as possible into her voice.

“Fine. I will. It’s quite obvious that any injuries that you sustained in that fight weren’t inflicted by Reeves. If I had to guess, I would say that your Tactical Officer did it but there’s no way to know. What I do know is that you beat Reeves half to death. Broken jaw, three cracked ribs, punctured lung, internal bleeding – “

“You had a point that you were getting to.”

“Yes, I did, didn’t I?,” asked Tyrell. “Well then, you were angry, furious with him when you did it. He was one or two hits from death, and that’s when you realized that you had to quit Starfleet. Because you couldn’t finish the job. You wanted to kill him. You wanted to cross the line to make sure that he never hurt anyone ever again.

“But the uniform stopped you. And now you know that some idiot might let him out again to hurt someone else and that is what’s eating you up inside. You don’t want to wear the uniform again because next time, you don’t want anything to stop you from doing the right thing. Join us, Isabel, and I guarantee that you can do whatever it takes to safeguard the Federation.”

Cardonez continued to gaze outwards. “You have an active imagination, Mister Tyrell. I’ll give you that. But I’m still not interested.”

“You will be. Twenty-four hours.”

Cardonez finally turned around to reiterate to him her answer but he wasn’t there. She looked around and at the other tourists on the deck but he was nowhere to be seen.

She stood on the deck for the next half an hour, not looking at the crowds or the view. Just looking inwardly at herself and terrified that Tyrell was right.
 
I've never tackled a Section Thirty-One story before. I'm just falling back on what I know of Jack Ryan stories, Jason Bourne and 007 movies. I hope that I'm doing them some justice.
 
Chapter Two

“He wants you to be his First Officer?,” said the woman on the viewscreen. She was a short, plump woman who seemed to be older than her fifty-three years suggested. Her hair was gray and tied back in a bun which, rather than make her look severe, accentuated her pleasant, round face. Her voice was tinged with an accent that a trained observer would have recognized as Eastern European.

“Yes,” said Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington. “I half-expected it but I really did think that he would bring his own man in. I never got the impression that he rated me that highly.”

“And your answer?,” asked Natalia Huntington, Adam’s wife of twenty-five years, a wry smile lighting up her already red-cheeked face.

Huntington smiled back at her. “I told him that I’d think about it, Nat,” he replied. “Which basically meant that I didn’t have the heart to say no right then and there.”

“Very good. You’ve been away from home long enough and Admiral Burrows has been calling me the last few weeks. She wants to know whether or not to sign you up for a class or two next year.”

“Okay, Nat. There’s no need to beat around the bush. I know that you want me back home for a while.”

“Well, it’s been too long, Adam,” she said,” and that ship seems intent on getting into trouble every week. I worry.”

Huntington laughed. “You’ve been worrying about me since the day we met. But don’t worry. Give it a few days and then I’ll tell Masafumi that he has to look elsewhere. Anyway, enough shop talk. How are the kids?”

Natalia shrugged. “Same as ever. I thought they wrote to you.”

“They do, just never in much detail. I know that Peter has a new girlfriend.”

“Pah, Tiffany? They split up last week.”

“I see that I’m as behind the times as ever. Go on, then. Fill me in.”

“Well, Yuri is going on tour with the company in August.”

“Really?” There was pride in Huntington’s voice. “Europe again?”

“Oh, no. This is a biggie. Bajor and Cardassia.”

“Cardassia?,” he asked her. He could imagine the spiritual Bajorans lapping up the ballet but Cardassians?

“Yes. He’s ever so thrilled about it. Apparently they asked for the Moscow Company specifically. The Cardassian Ambassador saw them perform in Paris last summer and he raved about it to his superiors ever since.”

Huntington shook his head. “Well, the Cardassians have been more open of late. A bit of culture should do them good. Especially after all of the hell that they’ve been through. How about Peter? Does he still have cold feet about the Academy?”

“No. It’s still a few months yet.”

“It would be nice to have one child follow in my footsteps,” said Huntington.

“Look,” said Natalia,” he probably feels scared of chickening out like Elizabeth did but he isn’t her. He’s always been the best student of the three of them, just like Yuri was the talented one.”

“And Elizabeth was the unconventional, free spirited one,” he added.

Natalia frowned at him. “That’s unfair and you know it. She only applied to the Academy to make you proud of her. You know as well as I do that she wouldn’t have lasted a semester.”

“I know, I know. I just wish she would figure out what to do with her life. She’s our eldest and I love her but, at least, her brothers have a direction. Is she still trying to hike across Alpha Centauri?”

“Still, yes. I got a letter from her last week. I’ll forward the image files to you. She’s made it as far as Lake Cochrane.”

“Nice place. Any thoughts on what she’ll do after that?”

Natalia’s eyes gazed downwards for just a moment before she replied,” No.”

“Nat, after twenty-five years, you can’t have forgotten that I’m a detective,” he said, playfully.

Natalia looked up, sighing as she continued,” I know you won’t be happy but she has a job as a stewardess on a Ferengi cruise ship. She starts in two weeks.”

“That’s great,” said Huntington.

Natalia shook her head and continued as if she hadn’t heard a word that he said. “I know that you don’t trust the Ferengi but things are a lot different within the Ferengi Alliance, lately. Why just the other week I was reading an article written by the Grand Nagus’ wife that said… “ She stopped suddenly and looked up. “What did you say?”

“I said, that’s great.”

“But… but it’s the Ferengi. You always told me how they couldn’t be trusted and how they didn’t treat women and…”

“Nat, shut up,” he told her with a loving grin. “It’s great because for once, she’ll earn her passage rather than just bum a ride on a Federation ship because her Dad is a Starfleet officer. As for the Ferengi, well, I pity the man who tries anything with my daughter.”

Natalia looked confused. “So you’re not mad at her?”

Huntington shook his head, half-laughing as he did. “No, I’m proud of her.”

Natalia drew herself up and tried to regain the moral high ground. “Well, you should tell her that then. She begged me not to say anything to you. The poor girl is terrified of disappointing you.”

Huntington held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll tell her, Nat,” he managed to say just before his combadge chirped and he gestured towards it. “Duty calls. Talk to you next week?”

“You just tell MAsafumi that you’re going home,” she said sternly.

“Will do, Nat. I love you.”

The stern look on Natalia’s face softened into a sad smile. “I love you too, Adam,” she said, kissing the tips of her fingers before placing them on the screen.

Huntington did the same, wishing that she wasn’t so many lightyears away. Then the screen went blank. He knew that she always terminated the link just before she started to cry.

His fingers remained against the glass of the monitor screen until his combadge chirped again.


****


“Range,” said Yashiro Masafumi from the Captain’s chair.

“One hundred and fifty thousand kilometers and closing,” said Ensign Pamela Tilmoore from Tactical.

“On screen,” he ordered.

The viewscreen switched views to reveal two Cardassian fighters at the same time that Commander Huntington stepped onto the Bridge. “Long time, no see,” he muttered when he saw them. For a moment, he hesitated on the upper deck but then he nodded at Tilmoore and moved down to take the First Officer’s seat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that we were so close to the border.”

“We crossed it two minutes ago,” said Masafumi, his gaze not wavering from the viewscreen. “Range?”

“Fifty thousand and closing,” reported Tilmoore.

“Stop all engines. Let them come to us. It’s their territory after all.”

“Aye, sir,” said Kehen from the Helm console. “All stop.”

“They’re also stopping, sir,” reported Tilmoore. “They’re at thirty thousand kilometers now.”

“Tactical status?,” asked Huntington.

“Their weapons systems are offline but their shields are up,” said Kandro from Ops.

“Yellow Alert,” said Huntington. “Raise our shields but keep our weapons offline too.”

“Opinion?,” Masafumi asked him.

Huntington considered the situation for a moment. “They have no legal right to stop us. The Treaty of Bajor means that we can enter their territory at will. The reality of the situation is that they can impede us in any way that they like, short of actually firing upon us.”

“It feels weird being this close and not shooting at each other,” said KAndro.

“You almost sound sorry that we’re not,” said Kehen.

“They’re hailing us,” said Tilmoore.

“On screen.”

Within moments, the two Keldon-class fighters disappeared from sight, only to be replaced by a lone Cardassian sitting in a command chair. “I am Glinn Zorrok of the First Order. You have entered Cardassian space without prior permission. This is a violation of the Treaty of Bajor.’

“Greetings, Glinn Zorrok. I am Captain Masafumi of the Federation starship Testudo. We are well aware of the Treaty stipulations and you will find that under Subsection Four, we are allowed to enter Cardassian space without prior warning if we are responding to a distress signal, which we are.”

“We haven’t received any distress signal,” Zorrok said, suspiciously.

“It was directed towards Federation space by a Doctor Letek on Melokia.”

Zorrok suddenly laughed. “Oh, now I understand. Very well. You may continue on your way, for all of the good that you can do.” Without another word, the viewscreen returned to the previous image of the two fighters that turned away and jumped away to warp.

“Well, I think that went well,” said Huntington.

“Indeed,” said Masafumi. “I suspect that Letek has already asked his own people for aid with little success. Lieutenant Kehen, resume course to Melokia, Warp Eight.”

“Aye, sir,” she replied and the ship jumped back to warp.

“What’s our ETA?”

“Forty-seven minutes, Captain.”

Masafumi nodded. “Very well, and then we’ll see what this is all about.”


****


Cardonez had decided that it might be practical to join a tour. She wasn’t here to sightsee but a tourist who didn’t tour much might draw undue attention.

She was standing on a huge elevator that was easily the size of three runabouts. There were another twenty or so tourists around her that reflected a variety of races. In addition, there was a young Ferengi boy, their guide.

“Ladies and gentlemen!,” he suddenly shouted and the chatter that had permeated the chamber stopped. When it was quiet, he continued. “My name is Lim and I’ll be your guide for today. In a moment, this elevator will lower over seven hundred meters and we will begin with one of the earliest tunnel systems carved into the ice. First, however, a little history for those of you unaware of how the wonder that you are about to see came about.

“The planet Relatrix was a thriving ecology up until three hundred years ago. It was a Class-M world with thousands of species of plant and animal life on it. And then, calamity.”

Suddenly a lightning bolt soared across the roof of the elevator, causing people to cry out and duck. It took a second or two for people to realize that it was part of the tour and that above them was a holographic simulation. It was as if they were looking down on a dense forest. Birds flew over the treetops and they could see animals running through the undergrowth. It made Isabel feel slightly queasy. It wasn’t a natural way to see something.

Suddenly the image changed and became a planet as it was seen from outer space. With another loud crack, something streaked towards the planet at high speed and impacted hard on its surface. Lim continued as the planet began to break apart before their very eyes. “The third planet in the Relatrix System was struck by a large comet that literally blew the planet apart. The effect of this was felt on Relatrix in two ways. First of all, it created a large cloud of particles that obscured Relatrix from its sun. The explosion also threw out a gravity wave that shifted Relatrix out of its fixed orbit.” The image changed to show another world that was slowly tumbling away from its star. “All of this happened quite quickly. So quickly, in fact, that the temperature on Relatrix dropped down to well below freezing in a matter of hours.” The view changed again to show the forests of Relatrix again, only now blizzards tore through the trees and animals ran about in panic-stricken circles. “The temperature fell as the planet moved further away from its sun until the very atmosphere itself froze.” There were sudden gasps as the images faded away and the lights were turned out. There was a noticeable shunt as the elevator began to descend.

“The planet continued to move further and further away from its star until it finally settled into an elliptical orbit, over two hundred million kilometers from its original orbit. What atmosphere that hadn’t already frozen had gradually been torn away by its travels leaving Relatrix as we see it today, an airless ball of ice.”

As suddenly as it began to move, the elevator stopped.

Lim continued unabated. “Sixty years ago, Ferengi prospectors, lured by tales of valuable Praxite deposits, arrived and began to dig into the ice-covered surface of Relatrix. They didn’t find any Praxite but they did find something equally as valuable.”

All was suddenly quiet. For several minutes, people stood in rapt attention, expecting Lim to begin speaking again, but he didn’t. Finally, muted conversations started up again in the darkness. Cardonez stayed still and quiet, preparing herself for what she suspected was coming.

Suddenly a light flickered on from beyond the elevator and everyone turned in that direction. A woman screamed, several people gasped and a few people actually applauded. Isabel remained stoic, despite being as impressed as Hell.

One wall of the elevator was the doorway and it was now open. Beyond the doorway lay a small alcove and beyond the alcover was a solid wall of cold gray ice. Embedded in the ice, as lifelike as when it had been frozen centuries before, was a giant bird-like creature, seemingly flying right at them. Cardonez estimated that its wingspan was over ten meters long and it appeared to have two sets of wings, one above its body and one below. They were spread out, forming an X. Its body was covered in dark, leathery feathers and its head had four dark beaks, all of them spread open like the petals of a flower to reveal a gaping black maw.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present the Sulid Bird,” said Lim. “Perfectly preserved in mid-flight as the atmosphere froze around it. This was the first remnant of the past that the prospectors dug up sixty years ago. We believe that the bird was about to consume another creature; hence its mouth being open so wide but we will never know for sure. The prospectors weren’t exercising as much care as we do now and whatever it was, was lost.”

Cardonez was still staring in awe at the Sulid Bird. It had died three hundred years ago and yet here it was, perfectly preserved. Not for nothing else, Relatrix was regarded as the natural successor to Earth’s Pompeii.

“Are there any questions before we proceed?,” asked Lim and a dozen hands shot up into the air.

Cardonez mentally slumped. She wanted to see more of the wonders, not listen to inane questions.

“Are they still alive?,” asked a plump Andorian woman standing to her left.

“Oh, brother,” Isabel muttered under her breath.


****


We are approached Melokia,” said Kandro.

“Standard orbit,” said Masafumi.

Kehen nodded and the ship swung into orbit around the planet.

“Analysis, Mister Kandro,” said Huntington while they watched the deep blue world on the viewscreen.

“Well, as you can see, the planet is predominantly ocean. There are no major landmasses, per se, but there are hundreds of islands dotted around the planet. The atmosphere and environment are quite Earth-like. I’m picking up an automated beacon of Cardassian origin. It’s coming from a large island near the equator and – “

“Yes, what is it?,” interrupted Masafumi.

“I think that you really need to see this,” the Betazoid said and a moment later, the viewscreen focused on a large landmass surrounded by blue water. The landmass was green but there were dark clouds scattered across it as well.

“I don’t see it,” said Adam.

Masafumi leaned forward in his seat. He thought that he knew what those dark clouds signified. “Magnify,” he said.

“Good God!,” said Huntington when the view changed to an even closer image. Now they could see the treetops. Almost. For the most part, all that they could see were flames and clouds of black smoke.

“How widespread are the fires?,” Masafumi asked Kandro.

“Well, the island is approximately nine hundred by three hundred kilometers and heavily forested. The sensors indicate that over three quarters of the forested areas are on fire or they have been for the last few weeks.”

“The entire island is on fire,” Kehen summed it all up, her voice soft.
 
Chapter Three

A split second after the away team materialized on the surface, Yashiro Masafumi smelt it. A dirty, soot-like smell permeated the very air around them and he knew that their uniforms would most likely have to be disposed of when they got back to the ship. It was the kind of cloying smell that got into everything.

“We’re twenty kilometers from the nearest fires,” said Valian Kandro, checking his tricorder,” and the distress beacon is coming from three hundred meters in… “ He paused, swinging his tricorder gently in the air, back and forth before half-turning and pointing off into the forest. “That way.”

They had beamed down to a small clearing but now, with the Betazoid in the lead, they headed into the forest around them. The trees didn’t seem to be overly different, compared to Earth ones, the Captain mused while they walked. He followed Kandro with Doctor Hollem behind him and Ensign Tilmoore bringing up the rear.

“I’m detecting quite a large number of humanoid lifesigns, about two kilometers from here,” said the tall Bajoran when he checked his own tricorder.

“Are any of them Cardassian?,” asked Masafumi.

“Not even one,” said Hollem.

“Okay, stay sharp,” he said, feeling nervous. It had taken him a few seconds to realize why but then he understood. He remembered the last time that he had led an away team through a dense forest. That had been a year ago during his first mission aboard Testudo and that had ended with the discovery of what, at first, he took to be an ancient pyramid, but in actuality, it had been a long buried Borg Cube. He shivered, despite the heat. It was funny the way that things could change. A year ago, he was Testudo’s First Officer and none too happy with playing second fiddle to a Captain whom he considered had been promoted for all of the wrong reasons. He had even been considering requesting a transfer. Of course, it hadn’t taken him long to realize that Isabel Cardonez had deserved her rank and he had grown to respect her abilities greatly.

Now he was Captain. With a crew that said all of the right things but who he knew didn’t respect him half as much as they had Cardonez. Still in the midst of all of the uncertainty, there had been one shining star.

Zia.

He loved her without reservation and he knew she loved him too.

“I’m so glad that I didn’t hand in that transfer request,” he muttered out loud before he realized it.

“Captain?,” asked Hollem.

“Nothing,” said Masafumi with an embarrassed shake of his head.

“Is anyone else sweating because I would really hate it if it was just me,” said Tilmoore.

“It’s not just you,” said Hollem.

“Although it is more noticeable on you,” added Kandro.

“Watch it, Kandro. My finger could slip and I might accidentally vaporize you,” she said, waving her phaser in the air.

“Hear that, Captain? That was a threat. What is it with female officers and threats on my life?”

Masafumi was grateful to see him smiling. A year ago, he would have ignored them, or worse, told them to shut up. He had soon learned that you ducked witty repartee at your peril aboard Testudo. “Valian, shut up and focus on getting us to that location or it might not just be one phaser accidentally discharging.”

Kandro shook his head and said,” One of these days, I’m going to file a complaint.”

Their banter was cut short as the Betazoid Operations Officer led them out into another clearing. Masafumi was relieved to see that there was no pyramid, just a small campsite with a poorly constructed lean-to propped up against a tree. As the group spread out across the campsite, he noticed that there was a small campfire with a pot of water boiling on it.

“Well, it looked like he was here. Where is he now?,” he asked.

“You came! You came!,” came a sudden high-pitched voice and suddenly a second of the forest seemed to shimmer and ripple as a figure appeared out of thin air. Tilmoore began to draw a bead on it with her phaser but Masafumi grabbed her arm and lowered it.

“It’s okay, Ensign. He’s the one that we’re looking for,” he said before approaching the figure.

He had never seen a Cardassian look so disheveled before. The man was old. He surmised that he was over sixty years old in Human terms. His hair was still an oily jet black but it was wild, overgrown, and overflowing onto his shoulders. He was thin to the point of emaciation. His khaki shorts and shirt were torn and dirty. His eyes were little more than narrow slits and Masafumi saw evidence of sleep deprivation.

Yet, there was an energy around him. He smiled broadly at the sight of them and almost charged towards them, his hand outstretched. “I knew that Starfleet wouldn’t ignore me,” he said when he grasped Masafumi’s hand between both of his own and shook it forcefully. “I’m sorry to jump out at you. It’s a Dominion-based personal cloak. Sometimes, I forget it’s on.”

Masafumi couldn’t help but smile. The man’s spirit was infectious. “Doctor Livingston, I presume?,” he asked.

The Cardassion looked bemused, not getting the joke. “No. Doctor Letek,” he replied. “Arek Letek.”

“I’m Captain Masafumi of the Federation starship Testudo,” Masafumi said as the man finally released his hand. “It’s good to meet you, Doctor.”

Meanwhile, Doctor Hollem was running a tricorder over Letek. When the Cardassian shied away, he said,” It’s all right. I’m a doctor. I just want to make sure that you’re all right.” Letek shrugged and allowed him to continue. “Okay, I really need to get you to our ship, Doctor Letek. You’re showing signs of malnutrition but I should be able to sort you out easily enough.”

“How did you get here?,” asked Masafumi. “Where’s your ship?”

“My ship was stolen by my research assistant, Sago, three weeks ago. Traitorous dog!,” said Letek. “He was afraid of the fires, you know.”

“How come your own government wouldn’t pick you up?,” Kandro asked.

“Oh, they would rescue me if I wanted,” Letek said with a wide grin.

“I don’t understand,” Masafumi said with a slight frown. “Why did you need us?”

“Because my government would come and get me but they wouldn’t save the Melokians.”

“The Melokians?,” asked Tilmoore.

“Yes, young lady,” said Letek, ignoring her raised eyebrow when he called her ‘young lady’. “We have to save the Melokians. That’s why I knew that I had to get the Federation. I knew that you wouldn’t let the Melokians die.” He looked to be quite pleased with himself.

Masafumi glanced at Kandro and the young Betazoid merely shrugged.


****


It had taken half an hour of even more stupid questions before the tour had started but Cardonez had to admit that it was worth the wait. Taking a left by the frozen bird, they had entered a wide tunnel that descended downwards. As they moved along, they saw several other frozen birds. The most impressive was a smaller Sulid Bird that held a small mammal in its talons, climbing back towards its perch carrying a meal that it would never get to eat.

If the birds had been all that she had seen, Isabel would have considered the tour to be a wonder. The birds were only the beginning though. As they descended, they gradually reached what had once been ground level. They had seen what looked like trees with short fat trunks and wiry blue branches that drooped down to the ground. Near the base of one such tree, she had seen a small creature that was about the size of a squirrel. It had bluish fur and it sported, at least, eight legs. Cardonez surmised that it had been caught scrabbling in the ground, trying to escape the sudden cold.

So it had gone on for another two hours while Lim led them through tunnel after tunnel and they saw countless more frozen tableaus. He explained that much of the planet’s ecosphere had been eradicated by the freeze. Only the hardier creatures and plants had survived long enough to be so perfectly preserved when the atmosphere froze. He explained that this was Tour Number One and that there were over twenty tours taking place in over two hundred such tunnels and that new tunnels were being created all the time.

Finally it was almost over and although she had a fantastic time, Isabel suddenly remembered that she still had a job to do.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” Lim said,” in a moment, we will enter another elevator that will return us to the surface.” There were a few groans of disappointment which made him smile. “Before we do, however, I would like to point out two things. First of all, I am very poorly paid so if you’ve enjoyed the tour, there will be a box in the elevator where you can deposit tips. Second of all, there is one last tableau to witness.”

Without another word, he led them around a corner and ahead of them lay an open elevator that was identical to the one that had brought them down here.

Before the elevator, there was a stunning sight on their left. It took Cardonez so much by surprise that she was moved to speak for the first time. “I never realized,” she said.

Lim nodded. “We’ve only just started discovering them, a few years ago. This tour used to pass by this spot three times a day and no one knew that they were there.”

As the crowd gathered around to get a better look, Isabell managed to elbow her way through two elderly women so that she was nose-to-nose with the ice face.

They sat just a few short meters, not to mention three centuries, away from her. There were three of them gathered around a black mark on the ground that she knew must have been a fire. Two of them were adults. Although they were crouching, she estimated that they were two and a half meters high. They had pale skin and they wore rags that seemed to be little more than animal skins held over them. They had two arms and two legs. Though their heads were long ellipses, they had two eyes and a mouth. The third figure was harder to make out. It was a baby nestled between the two adults that they were trying to protect from the elements. It was also wrapped in fur. They were humanoid life that had been snuffed out in the first bloom by a chance accident.

Cardonez wondered about her own peoples’ past. Romulan as well as Human. How often had primitive man escaped from such a fate by a hair’s breadth as an asteroid or a comet passed by? Evolution be damned, it was the luck of the draw that any race evolved.

After a few minutes, Lim ushered them into the lift and their ascent to the surface began. On the way up, the Ferengi extolled the virtues of several other tours. One of them showed a partial village. He also mentioned the name of several eateries and several times, he pointed out the tips box.

Most of them slipped something into the box if it was only to shut him up but Isabel didn’t. Instead, she waited until they got to the surface and then she hung around until everyone had left and it was just her and Lim.

Smiling at him, she made a big play of putting several slips of gold-pressed latinum into the box. “Very nice tour,” she said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” replied the youngster. She was pleased to see that he seemed to be quite embarrassed to be in an enclosed space with a female Hu-Mon. She purposefully kept her hair long so she could shield her pointed ears. They raised too many questions.

“Listen, I’m assuming that you know this planet very well. So I was wondering if you could help me out with what I’m looking for?”

Cardonez swore that she saw him gulp at that and he visibly blushed. “Ma’am, there’s nothing that I don’t know about Relatrix,” said the Ferengi with pride.

“Brilliant,” she gushed. “I’m looking for an old friend and I heard that he had a villa here. He’s a Ferengi businessman named Patek?”

She saw his face fall if only for a second before he regained his composure and so, when he said,” No. I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve never heard of him,” she knew that he was lying.

“Ah, well. Thanks anyway,” she said. Slipping another slip of latinum into the box, she spun around on her heels and left, feeling his eyes on her back until she was out of sight.


****


Persuading Doctor Letek to beam up to the Testudo had been difficult but Captain Masafumi had managed it by suggesting that they would be better able to choose their next course of action from orbit with the facilities that the ship possessed. The Cardassian had agreed.

He may have been able to get him aboard but he couldn’t persuade him to visit Sickbay. Letek was adamant that he would be okay for a little while yet and he wanted to get started with helping the Melokians. Henceforth, Masafumi had reluctantly called a meeting. Now he sat in the Confederence Lounge with his entire senior staff, including Letek.

“Well, Doctor,” he said,” you wished to give us a presentation on the Melokians and their situation along with some recommendations. Please proceed.”

Letek stood. “Thank you, Captain. Thank you.” He may not have received medical attention but Masafumi had, at least, made sure that the good doctor took a shower and got some clean clothes, as had each member of the away team.

“Well, then, first a little about the Melokians,” Letek said. “I have been studying them covertly for three years now. It hasn’t always been easy. You know, the Cardassian government doesn’t spend a great deal on anthropology.” He laughed at this. “Anyways, here is a Melokian.” He activated the viewscreen on the wall.

A single freeze frame appeared, showing a lone creature walking through a heavily forested area. The creature was humanoid and it walked on two legs, although there was little to distinguish its legs from the two arms that hung loosely by its sides and Masafumi imagined that the MElokians had once been arboreal ape-like creatures.

“They’re blue,” Kehen said, quietly under her breath.

And they were. Masafumi considered that their shading reminded him very much of Zia’s. That was where the similarity ended. The Melokian male wore a simple toga-like band of white cloth around himself. His head and face were covered in thick dark hair and his forehead was high, a ridge of bone extending up from his forehead to form a single horn. The Melokian had a single eye, large and blue at the center of his face.

“A race of cyclops,” said Huntington, leaning forward in fascination. “It’s like Earth mythology has come to life.”

“Yes, yes, exactly,” Letek said, pointing at hum. “At first, I considered that perhaps they were an older race that the Preservers had transplanted from your Earth but I soon realized that they weren’t. I managed to collect DNA samples. Covertly, of course, but they proved that they were indigenous to Melokia and they’re quite a young race as well.”

“What’s their level of civilization?,” asked Kandro.”

“Advanced Level W on the Freeci scale. Which is perhaps equivalent to the Cardassian time of Fomar or the Human Bronze Age.” Letek hit another control and another picture came up. It was an inverted pyramid composed of wood and with the point of it stuck deep into the ground. “This is a typical Melokian home.”

“Kinda unusual, isn’t it?,” asked Ramblin who was unimpressed.

“Oh, no, no. It’s quite logical once you see how the Melokian society works. Each house has three floors with a central access pole that runs down the center. Melokian society is structured into three levels as well. Male, children, and females. The male is considered the lowest level in their society and only good for procreation and hunting…”

“You know, this place is growing on me,” said Ramblin.

Letek continued, unabated. “As such, the males live in the lowest portion of the home. The children on the central floor and the women at the top.”

“Ah, I see,” said Kehen. “So the men not only have the smallest space but they and the children have the least privacy because people have to traverse their floors to get to the top. The woman has the most privacy and the most room.”

“Yes,” said Letek.

“And the children?,” asked Huntington. “What ages live on the middle floor?”

“Ah, that’s an interesting question,” the Cardassian said. “Until they’re three years old, the child lives with its mother. Then they move down to the central floor and at the onset of puberty, they move up or down, depending on their gender.”

“Well, I think we should go down there and teach these people about men’s lib!,” said Kandro.

“Why ruin paradise?,” asked Ramblin, smiling at him.

“Tell us about the fires,” Masafumi said, eager to defuse another argument.

“Ah, yes, well, the island has a long history of fires. Usually, they come every ten or twelve years but they were never this bad. The island has experienced something of a drought lately and the planet’s temperature has been steadily rising. This particular fire has been spreading rapidly and it seems to be out of control. Half of the native population has already died. It’s a disaster of mammoth proportions,” Letek said. “This island is the only part of the planet where intelligent life exists. A month ago, there were twenty thousand Melokians, and now there are less than ten thousand.”

“Surely some of them will survive?,” asked Valian. “My scans indicate that there are several communities near the coast in less forested areas.”

“It’s not just the fires killing them. The Melokians are hunters. They live on animals and scavenged plant life. These fires are destroying the habitat of their food source, if not the food itself. They’re what are called top fires. That means it can take a century for the wood to replenish. One of the staples of the Melokian diet is a small slow-moving turtle-like creature. It can’t escape the fires and already its population has been diminished by seventy percent. There is another mammal that they hunt regularly. It lives on lichen growing on the trees so its food source is eradicated. Soon they’ll start to die out.”

Letek pushed another button and several graphs appeared before them on the large monitor screen. “I estimate that unless the fires are stopped soon, they’ll burn through ninety-five percent of the island in less than two months. After the fires burn out, predictions show that less than three thousand Melokians remain alive. With their primary food sources in heavy decline or becoming extinct, the Melokians will suffer severe starvation. My computer projections show a ninety percent chance that the Melokians will die out as a race within five years.”

“Is there nothing that we can do?,” asked Kehen.

“Yes. I have several suggestions if you’ll just give a moment. I’ll run through them…”

“There isn’t much point, Doctor,” Masafumi said, his head in his hands.

“I don’t understand,” the Cardassian scientist said. “My own people won’t help but you must. You’re the Federation. I’ve heard all kinds of stories about how kind and generous you are.”

“We have something that’s called the Prime Directive,” said Huntington. “It's a code of conduct that we live by and it’s designed to prevent us from interfering in the affairs of less-advanced species.”

“But they’ll die!”

“Not necessarily,” said Masafumi. “You said that it was only ninety percent certain. They may survive and possibly come out of this stronger.” He kept his eyes downcase while he spoke and his voice lacked conviction.

Huntington picked up the baton. “That’s true. The lack of game might push them towards a more agrarian society, hastening their evolution.”

“You don't know that,” said Letek.

“No, but that is the point of the Prime Directive,” said Masafumi, raising his head from the table and finally looking at Letek. “If we help them now, we might save their civilization or we might set their evolution back by a hundred years. How do we know that they’re even supposed to develop into the dominant species on this planet? For all that we know, a new species might be the next evolutionary step for this world. You’re an anthropologist, Doctor. You know that’s true.”

“Well, yes, but it’s a slight possibility at best. I won’t make a decision based on what could happen though. Those people are intelligent and they deserve to develop into something better. If you don’t help me, then put me back down there and I’ll find someone who can.”

“I can’t do that, Doctor,” said Masafumi. “I would be sentencing you to death.”

“I insist!”

Masafumi shook his head. “I’m sorry. We’ll take you to the nearest Cardassian outpost but that’s the best that we can do.”

“Captain, there must be something that we can do?,” asked Doctor Hollem.

“Yes,” said Kehen. “We can’t just let them die out.”

“We can and we will,” said Commander Huntington.

“It isn’t the prettiest aspect of Starfleet but it is necessary,” said Masafumi. “This meeting is over.” Without another word, he stood up and left the Conference Lounge before anyone else had a chance to speak.


****


Isabel Cardonez was tired. Her feet ached from all of the walking that she had done and her mind ached from all of the inane questions that she had asked.

As she walked down the corridor towards her room, she considered the possibility that this wild goose chase had no end. She doubted that Patek was even on this planet. If he wasn’t, then the trail went cold here.

No pun intended, she told herself.

She had gone from Ferenginar to Leeress to Risa and then to Triex and the trail had finally led here. There were no more leads.

I had better contact Tyrell, she thought when she reached her door and stuck the electronic key into the slot. In fact, she was overdue in contacting him. She hadn’t done so since Triex and she knew that he would be made with her. She didn’t really care. It had seemed like a grand adventure, at first, but the reality of the espionage business was seedy and boring.

As the door slid open, she wished for something, anything, to liven up this case.

She didn’t see the person standing in the shadows inside her room, nor did she hear him sneak up on her. Her attention was focused entirely on the remains of her room. Her clothes were strewn everywhere as were the bedsheets. It took a split second to realize that the perpetrator might still be in the room but by then, it was too late.

She would never find out who struck her on the back of her neck or with what. As blackness engulfed her, these were questions that were far from her thoughts.
 
Nice world building - on two worlds. And some great critter design. And a Prime Directive A story against a S31 B story. Very interesting...

Thanks!! rbs
 
Chapter Four

Zia Kehen opened her eyes. Despite the fact that a starship had no true day or night, she knew instinctively that it wasn’t morning yet. She felt far too tired to have had anything more than a few hours of sleep. Forcing her eyes to open wider, she made out the numbers on the clock by the bed. It was three AM. she groaned since that meant that she had less than two hours of sleep left. Rolling over, she swept her arm over to cover Yashiro, hoping to also wake him.

He wasn’t there.

Sitting up in bed, she brushed a strand of long white hair out of her eyes. A puzzled look on her face somewhat softened when she saw his uniform was still neatly folded on the chair where he had left it last night.

Sliding out of bed, she reached for a robe and pulled it tight around her. She called for the lights, squinting when they came into being. Stepping carefully around bits and pieces of her own uniform that was scattered around the floor, she reached the door that led to the main living area and it gently slid open.

The lights were already on in the main living area and Yashiro Masafumi was sitting with his back to her in his favorite chair. Smiling, she padded over to him and reached out, putting her arms around him and kissing the back of his neck.

Masafumi reached behind him and gave her arm a squeeze. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“That depends. When did you get up?”

“About an hour ago,” he replied.

“You didn’t wake me,” she said, removing her arms. She walked around and bounced down on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. Looking at the coffee table, she saw a PADD. Reaching over, she picked it up and read the title out loud. “The inhabitants of the planet Cithea. A historical study by Stidek of Vulcan.”, before she laid it back down. She sighed. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you read that.”

Masafumi smiled. “I pick it up every few months.”

“It bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“What?”

“The inhabitants of Cithea. How they were wiped out by a plague and then they had their planet roasted away by the Federation. It bothers you that you’re letting the Melokians die or that’s what you think you’re doing.”

It was his turn to sigh now. “The Prime Directive is the keystone of who we are. I might not always agree with it but if we abandon our principles… Well, what do we have left?”

Kehen didn’t have an answer. “But you think that there might still be a way, don’t you?” When he looked quizzically at her, she explained. “Why else would we still be in orbit?”

He shook his head. “I might hold out for a tiny hope or some kind of miracle but for the most part, I just want to get as much information on the Melokians as possible before we leave. If, and it’s still an if, they die. At least, I want someone, somewhere to remember them.”

Kehen folded her arms. “Nice try but this is bothering you more than you’re telling me,” she said with a tiny scowl on her face.

“Really?,” he replied. “Where is your evidence for this?”

“Come on, Yashiro. You sleep like the dead most of the time. Even after what happened with Liz, you slept soundly. I’ve been sleeping beside you for months and I’ve never seen you so restless that you couldn’t sleep.”

Masafumi stood up. He was dressed in a casual shirt and trousers. He moved over to where she sat and bowed down to kiss her gently on the forehead. “Yes, it bothers me, but I’ll get over it. I just needed some time to ponder on the moral implications of it all but I think I can live with it.”

Kehen looked up. “And if you can’t?”

Masafumi didn’t answer. “Go back to bed, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be along shortly” And he headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Just for a walk. Maybe to the Arboretum.”

“Do you want some company?”

He shook his head. “No, I just need to be alone for a few minutes. I promise that I won’t be long.”

“I love you.”

He smiled. “I should hope so too,” he said before leaving.

Kehen smiled. Standing, she started for the bedroom but she stopped after a few steps and headed for the replicator instead. Grabbing a glass of Yulani Vell Juice, she sat back down again and picked up the PADD. Slowly, she began to read.


****


When Isabel Cardonez regained consciousness, three thoughts assailed her in quick succession. The first thought was that the back of her neck hurt like hell. The second thought was that this was a positive thing. Pain meant that she was still alive. The third thought was that she didn’t actually deserve to still be alive after being caught out like a rank amateur like she had been.

She sat up slowly and surveyed her surroundings. There wasn’t much to survey. It was just a room, three meters square with one door – no obvious means of opening it – white painted walls and a simple but clean mattress on the floor. Looking up, she saw a single light fitting molding into the ceiling. It was far enough above her head that she could never reach it. Despite the fact that she knew it was hopeless, she went over to the door. There was no lock showing and the door was stuck fast.

She couldn’t move it.

Sighing, she went back to the mattress and lay down. Her neck still hurt and the bright white light was giving her a headache. Stripping off her jacket, she rolled it into a pillow and laid down on her side. She closed her eyes against the light, rather in anticipation of sleep.

After a few minutes, she found herself thinking back to how she had got herself into this mess.


****


After leaving the Empire State Building, Isabel had gone straight back to her hotel on Eighth Avenue. There, in her ninetieth floor room, she had ordered up a bottle of tequila and spent the rest of the day, drinking it while she lay on the bed, thinking. What Tyrell had said bothered her because she knew it was, in part, at least, true. Sometimes Starfleet rules and regs did seem to be tailored towards the bad guys. Did she really want to give up Starfleet and work for some rogue agency though? When she finally passed out, she was still none the wiser.

Tyrell said that he would give her twenty-four hours and he did. She was hungover and she had no real concept of the time when the door chimes rang. As the bells echoed through her head, she walked over and opened the door.

Tyrell was there.

“It’s been twenty-four hours,” he said. “May I come in?”

“Sure. Why not?,” she replied and headed back inside, leaving the door wide open, not really caring if he followed her or not.

As she sat down on a sofa, she saw that he had followed her inside. He looked exactly as he had been, yesterday, even down to the wrinkle-free gray suit. As he sat down in a chair, she said,” I see that you don’t take no for an answer.”

“Sometimes,” he said, smiling,” but I’ve found that persistence pays off.”

“And if I had Starfleet Security here waiting with me?”

He shrugged, still smiling. “So what? I’m just a private citizen. Besides, we would have known if you had contacted them.”

“So you’re going to keep knocking on my door until I say yes?,” asked Cardonez, downing a glass of water that had been sitting on the floor.

“Perhaps. I was hoping that what I said yesterday might have convinced you.”

“I would be lying if I said it didn’t affect me. Maybe you’re right, but that doesn’t mean that I’m ready to give up everything and join the revolution.”

“Fine,” said Tyrell.

“Fine?,” asked Cardonez.

“Yes. To be honest, I wouldn’t have wanted you if you were that easily swayed. Just because we sometimes stray outside of the law, don’t mistake my agency for a group who care nothing for the Federation. I’ve been part of the agency for twenty years and when they first approached me, I was dubious. Eventually, I began to see the wisdom of what the agency can do.”

Cardonez sat back. “You know, I heard a rumor that a certain agency, outside of the normal chain of command, was responsible for infecting the Founders with a plague during the war. Was that your lot?” Before he could answer, she added,” Because, war or no war, I don’t condone biological warfare.”

Tyrell looked uncomfortable. “I could lie to you but what would be the point? Yes, that action was undertaken by a certain element of my agency. Such actions won’t happen again. Suffice it to say that during wartime, a certain element of the leadership felt that it was a wise move and acted without consultation with the agency as a whole.”

“And this won’t happen again because…?”

“Because that certain element is dead now,” Tyrell said, coldly. “Besides, cooler heads always prevail in peacetime.”

Cardonez laughed, bringing on another spasm of pain in her head. “Yeah, and what about the next war?”

“It’s the next war that I'm trying to prevent.”

Isabel leaned forward. “Okay. I’ll bite. Who are we fighting this time?”

“I’ll answer your question with a question of my own,” he said. “Give me your opinion of the political status of the Ferengi Alliance at the moment?”

“The Ferengi?,” she asked incredulously. “You expect me to buy that?”

Tyrell held up a finger. “Please, indulge me.”

“The Ferengi Alliance has taken massive strides in the years since the end of the war. Under Grand Nagus Rom, they have forged even closer ties with the Federation. Their society has become more equal with females being allowed to have the same rights as the males. In addition, I believe that profits are at a higher margin than they have been since Zek’s first year as Nagus.”

“You really think that the old-style Ferengi have simply gone out of business?”

“Perhaps not, but what can they do? Rom has the power.”

“At the moment, yes, but assassination is as much a part of Ferengi politics as it ever was. We’ve allowed ourselves to be lulled into a false sense of security by the new image of the lovable, comedic Ferengi and it’s not one hundred percent accurate. Did you know that Ferengi military strength is the same as it was before the war?”

“Understandable. They stayed neutral.”

“Exactly,” said Tyrell, seizing on her words. “The Federation, the Klingons, the Romulans, the Cardassians, and the Breen. All of the major powers suffered great losses during the war. Analysts think that it will be another five years before we come close to our pre-war strength in terms of ships and even longer to replenish the people to man those ships.”

“Okay, I see the point. The whole Quadrant is in a mess but the Ferengi are still strong. Why should they do anything about it?”

“Profit,” said Tyrell. “Even with a limited campaign of conquest, the Ferengi could annex three or four systems and boost profits even more.”

“We would never allow that,” said Isabel but even as she spoke, she knew that it was a lie.

“Wouldn’t we? The last time that I checked, Talarian troops were still occupying the Gallek system, some nine months after they were invaded.”

“I take it that you have proof of this?”

“I’m afraid it’s very limited proof,” said Tyrell. “All that we really know is that a cabal of Ferengi businessmen are plotting to take over the Alliance. They have already made tentative pacts with the Talarians and the Breen about formal alliances after they take power. There are also rumors that a substantial order has been placed on the black market for surplus Galor-class warships to bolster the Ferengi fleet.”

“And you don’t know who any of these people are?”

“We have one name, a Ferengi businessman named Patek. He’s either leading the Cabal or he’s very high up in it. Unfortunately, no one knows much about him or even where he is. That’s where you come in?”

“Me?,” she asked.

“My agency took casualties during the war that were heavier than the Federation as a whole. I have agents left but most of them are scattered. I need someone that I can send into the field immediately with limited training. Who better than a Federation Captain who was a former Security Chief? I’ve read your file and I know how good you are. This is the deal. One mission. Simple recon. That’s all. Find Patek for me and I’ll do the rest. If you still don’t want to join me after the mission, we both walk away and never meet again. You have my word.”

“How do I know that Patek isn’t just some sap that you want to kill because he’s on Rom’s side?”

“You don’t. However, to be perfectly fair, I would have concocted something a lot less elaborate if that was the case. I could have just told you that he was a multiple rapist.” Tyrell saw Cardonez’s eyes widen. “That would have pushed all of the buttons that I needed to get you on the team. Bizarre as it may seem given my line of work, I believe in honesty so what I’ve told you is the truth.”

Cardonez licked her lips. They were dry. “Do I have another twenty-four hours to decide?”

Tyrell shook his head. “Thinking time’s over. You choose now. You can take my mission or you could go back to the Testudo.”

“There are other options,” said Cardonez.

Tyrell stood up and walked over to the bed. Reaching down, he plucked up the empty tequila bottle from the floor. He walked back and set the bottle down hard on the glass-topped coffee table. “Other options, yes?”

Cardonez looked down. She wasn’t seeing the bottle. She was seeing for the first time how similar that this tab;e was to the one that had sat in Liz Tennyson’s quarters. The one that Reeves had through her through before he raped her. She remembered something that she had read once. It was only twenty years ago that rape became a crime on Ferenginar. When she spoke, her eyes remained locked on the table.

“Okay. I’ll go.”


****


Captain Masafumi had been in the shower when the summons to the Bridge came over the intercom. Now, as he stepped onto the Bridge, he saw that there were several people standing around Valian Kandro’s console. Zia Kehen and Adam Huntington were there. He was surprised to see Doctor Letek there.

Resisting the urge to jog down the ramp, he walked slowly to the lower level. “What is it, Mister Kandro?,” he asked as he joined the crowd.

“I don’t think that the fires are naturally occurring,” said the Betazoid.

“Really?,” asked Masafumi.

“Uh-huh,” said Kandro. “I’ve run seven separate spectral analyses of the island and I’ve detected approximately sixteen separate ignition points. Ten of these were naturally occurring, due primarily to lightning strikes. Two of them were caused by native interference, probably campfires…”

“And the other four?,” asked Masafumi.

The Betazoid was grinning. “The other four show signs of having been started by means of a plasma-based energy weapon.”

“Deliberate acts, but why?,” asked Masafumi.

“Ah, well, I even have an answer for you too. I’ve done some extensive scans on the planet, which are far more than I suspect that even the Cardassians have done. I’ve discovered large scale deposits of kulderite, two kilometers below the surface.”

“Kulderite? I’ve never heard of it.”

“You wouldn’t have,” said Kandro. “I’ve never heard of it until the computer threw the ID up. It’s a precious metal that’s non-replicable by normal means. It had high tensile strength and, according to the computer, it’s only found on one other planet. Yulan.”

Masafumi glanced at Kehen. “We don’t even have that much of it but it’s used in construction for some of the more earthquake-prone parts of the planet. We export it too. I believe that the Ferengi use it to make jewelry. Not only is it rare but it has a bright purple sheen to it. I have a broach made out of it if you want to see it?” She smiled at the suggestion.

Masafumi couldn’t help but smile back. “Later,” he said. “For now, what does this add up to?”

“I believe it adds up to the fires not being a natural event,” said Letek. “At least, not completely. I think that someone is trying to kill the Melokians off so they can move in and take the falbercarp or whatever it’s called.”

“Kulderite,” Kandro and Kehen corrected him simultaneously.

Masafumi took his seat in the command chair. “It doesn’t add up. Even without the Melokians, this is still Cardassian space. They wouldn’t let anyone else move in.”

“Unless it’s them doing it?,” suggested Kehen.

Huntington took a seat in the First Officer’s chair next to Masafumi. He shook his head. “No, if they wanted the planet, they would take it. This is their territory after all.”

“Curious,” Masafumi said, double-checking Kandro’s finding on his own station. After a moment, his forehead creased into a frown that quickly vanished. “Well, then, whoever it was and whatever their reasons, it appears that this isn’t a natural occurrence.”

“Then you’ll help?,” asked Letek.

Masafumi frowned again. “Mister Kandro, give me a visual on the island.”

On the main viewscreen, the same overhead view of burning forests greeted them. “They’ve spread even further, sir,” reported Kandro.

Masafumi punched commands into his arm-mounted console. “Ensign Tilmoore, program a phaser barrage at thirty percent capacity. Target a strip of forest, three hundred meters wide at grid coordinates two-three-seven degrees by sixty-four degrees.”

“A buffer zone?,” asked Huntington.

Masafumi nodded. “Yes, a buffer zone. If we can make a gap in the forest, it should keep the fires on the dead side of the island.”

“Is three hundred meters enough?,” asked Huntington.

“I believe so. Ensign, you’ll have to monitor your firing carefully or we risk igniting the trees, rather than destroying them outright.”

“Aye, sir.”

Masafumi suddenly looked at Huntington. “No concerns with my actions? No other recommendations?,” he asked him.

Adam shook his head. “No, you’re the Captain. You’ve made the call. If I had a problem with it, I would try and talk you out of it.”

“Indeed,” said Masafumi. “You know, you still haven’t given me an answer on taking the First Officer’s position full time.”

“I’m still… considering it.”

“Excellent,” the Captain said before he turned back to more important matters. “Mister Kandro, confirm that there are no Melokian lifesigns near the target area.”

“Confirmed. The nearest Melokians are a kilometer away. There is quite a bit of animal life, however.”

“Regrettable but unavoidable,” said Masafumi. “Ensign, stand by to fire.”

“You do realize that we might be creating a Melokian myth here,” said Huntington. “A great fire from the sky that saves the faithful from the flames.”

Masafumi smiled wanly. “Ensign, commence firing.”

On the forward viewscreen, a beam of ruby red light soared towards the forest. Starting at one side of the island, it moved slowly across the land, cutting a swathe of destruction while it moved. Finally, after several minutes, the light faded.

“Target destroyed, sir,” said Tilmoore.

Masafumi checked his sensors. “Actually, you only destroyed ninety-six percent of the target area.”

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir,” said a flustered Tilmoore. “I’ll prepare another salvo.”

He chuckled. “No need, Ensign. You only actually needed to destroy ninety percent of the trees within the target area. Your aim was spot on.”

“Stop picking on my Security staff,” said Huntington as Tilmoore audibly let out a sigh of relief.

“Why not? In my experience, it’s what Captains do.” He smiled.

On the viewscreen, there was now a large irregular channel cut through the forest.

“Let’s see the fire jump over that!,” said Kehen.
 
Ah... I remember this. PD does not apply when someone else is meddling... Nice callback to STO: A Private Little War.

So, is this the final salvo?

Thanks!! rbs
 
Final salvo, RBS? I'm just getting started!

Chapter Five

Two hours had passed by since the Testudo had blasted a buffer zone across the Melokian forests and Captain Masafumi was taking the time to write up his report in the peace and quiet of his Ready Room. When the door chimes rang, he was mildly irritated. He had told Commander Huntington that there were to be no interruptions.

“Come,” he said, sharply.

He was a little surprised when his Acting First Officer walked in.

“Commander?,” he asked.

Huntington strode up to the desk but he didn’t sit down. “One question, Captain. Just how stupid do you think I am?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh, I think you do,” said Huntington. “I’m talking about the fabrication of evidence leading to us breaking the Prime Directive.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“You must or you would have done a better job of covering your tracks. If you had used a more elaborate encryption sequence when you hacked into the sensor logs, you wouldn’t have needed to mass-wipe several data blocks using your authorization codes.”

“Yes, I suppose that it was a little foolish of me, wasn’t it? I suppose I didn’t think that anyone would go looking too hard.”

“I wouldn’t have but it was just such a miraculous coincidence. Especially after you kept us in orbit for another day as well. I had hoped that I was wrong but it seems that I wasn’t.”

“And yet you still let me save the Melokians. Curious.”

“Not really. I was suspicious but not enough to challenge you on the Bridge. Besides, then I didn’t know that it was you.”

Masafumi let out a sigh and sank back into his chair. “And now what? A formal charge? A court-martial?”

“No,” Adam said. “This might surprise you, Captain, but I have no problem with saving the Melokians. I just don’t like the way that you did it. I know you don’t realize it sometimes but this crew does actually respect you. You’re not Isabel but you’re the next best thing and most of them wouldn’t trade you in. After she left, a lot of the crew were at their lowest ebb. You turned that around because they liked you and, more importantly, they trusted you and respected you.” His voice remained even but it was now raised. “I trusted and respected you.”

Calming himself, he continued since Masafumi remained silent. “All you had to do was order us to save them and we would have. Hell, some Captains have bent the Prime Directive before and got away with it. We would have backed you up one hundred percent, but you didn’t trust us, and you didn’t want to blemish your record.”

“Don’t try and second-guess my motives, Commander.”

“I don’t care about your motives. What I care about is that the one man on this ship that the crew has to trust above all others lied and deceived them. You don’t deserve their loyalty or your position.”

“You said no formal charges,” Yashiro said. “What do you want?”

“I want that pip off of your collar. I’m going to stand here while you send a message to Admiral Gavin, informing him that you don’t feel that you’re ready for command yet and requesting that a new Captain be sent out to command the Testudo.”

“Thus putting myself firmly at the back of the promotion queue.”

“Yes. However, you’ll retain a spotless record. The Melokians stay alive and I keep you out of the Captain’s chair. Everybody wins.” He smiled a cold deathly grin.


****


Doctor Hollem Azahn was on his way to find Huntington when the Commander came out of a nearby turbolift and almost knocked him over.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” he called over his shoulder before he began to walk off.

“Commander, wait,” said the Bajoran. “I need to arrange your bi-monthly physical.”

“No need,” the Security Chief called over his shoulder. “I won’t be around for much longer.”

Then he was gone, walking around a corner, leaving a confused Chief Medical Officer in his wake.


****


Adam Huntington was relieved when he made it back to his quarters. He didn’t need to see any member of the crew right now. He was too angry and disappointed. In fact, there was only one person that he wanted to speak to.

“Computer, activate a subspace link to Minsk, Earth.”

“Connecting,” replied the computer. “You have one new message.”

“Ignore it,” he said, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“It is marked Priority Zulu Four.”

He froze, the glass and bottle still in his hands.

“Subspace connection to Minsk, Earth established. Please enter your personal address code.”

“Computer, disengage the subspace link and play the Zulu Four message,” he said, taking the bottle and sitting down.

A moment later, a face appeared on the screen.

“Greetings,” the man said with a smile. “Please forgive the cloak and dagger but, well, this is the matter of cloaks and daggers so I know that you wouldn’t mind. My name is Tyrell, James Tyrell. Don’t bother with looking it up. It isn’t my real name.” His smile broadened.

Adam took a swig of scotch straight out of the bottle.

“I represent, well, judging by the code that you’ve probably guessed who I represent or, at the very least, you have a good idea. Normally, I wouldn’t do this but I figured, what’s the harm? Isabel Cardonez is working for me or, at least, she was. Her last report was four days ago from the planet Relatrix. She has missed three further regular reports since then, leading me to the inescapable conclusion that she is either dead or she’s been captured.”

Huntington set the bottle down now, the color draining from his face.

After all, agents are expendable, but I felt that you might want to go looking for her. You see, even though you don’t know me, I know you. You were once at the top of a recruitment list of a colleague of mine named Sloan but I knew that we would never get you. Suffice it to say that I’m killing two birds with one stone here. Cardonez was attempting to locate a Ferengi businessman named Patek, a man that we believe is part of a conspiracy to take over the Ferengi Alliance. So you see, by bringing you into the game, ostensibly to save your Captain, I’m also gambling that you might stop Patek into the bargain. Anyway, I must be off now. You can try and trace this message but you really shouldn’t bother. It’s being bounced through so many different star systems that even I don’t know where I am right now.” He laughed. “Good luck, Command, and good hunting.”

As the screen went dark, Adam put down the bottle. Standing, he walked over to his wall safe and punched in a code. The door opened and he took out a small wooden case. As he walked back to the bed, he saw that his right hand was trembling, just a little. He knew that would pass like it always did.

Sitting on the bed, he lifted the catch and opened the box. Inside was a layer of red felt-like material and slotted into an indentation specifically cut for it, lay an antique Type-Two phaser pistol. Lifting it out, he hefted it up before his face, examining the contours, and relishing the familiar comfortable feel of the pistol grip.

He disliked modern day phasers. In a desire to make them not look like weapons, the designers had taken away the feeling that you were holding something powerful, something that could kill. He liked that feeling.

No, that wasn’t right.

It would be fairer to say that he respected that feeling. It never let him forget that killing was a dirty business. Using a weapon like this was against regulations.

Still, he considered with a tight smile, what he was about to do was against regulations too.


****


Yashiro Masafumi was still sitting in his Ready Room, half an hour after Huntington had left when a second interruption occurred. As she walked into the room, however, seeming like a bouncing ball of enthusiasm, Kehen, at least, made him smile.

“Damn it, Yashiro,” she said, sitting down opposite him, “I just got back from the surface. Doctor Letek showed us so much in just a few hours but it was fantastic!” He smiled and motioned for her to continue. “We got really close to a village and we saw the Melokians close up. They’re amazing people, very peaceful.” Pausing only to draw breath, she carried one. “Then we visited an abandoned village and we got to go inside one of their houses. It was really… “ She paused, struggling to find the right words.

“Amazing?,” suggested Masafumi.

She smiled. “I’m sorry. I’m going on a bit, aren’t I?”

“Just a bit,” he replied. “However, I take it that you certainly now feel that you did the right thing.”

The smile faded on the Yulani woman’s face. “Excuse me?”

“The right thing in altering the sensor logs so that I would be able to save them.”

The smile returned but it was shaky at best. “Come on, stop kidding around.”

“Zia, I found the evidence. Your authorization codes were all over the system like fingerprints. And worst of all, you used the computer in our quarters to do it.”

Zia began to cry. “I didn’t think that anyone would look that hard,” she gasped.

“I did. And so did Huntington.”

“I guess I’m in trouble now.”

“No,” Masafumi replied simply. Standing he walked around to her side of the desk and crouched down beside her, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Luckily, I found it before Adam did.”

Kehen picked her head up off of his shoulder. “I don’t understand,” she said while he wiped tears away from her eyes.

“I erased any evidence that it was you,” he replied. “Huntington found enough to convince him that it was me. I let him go on believing that.”

“What… what did he do?”

“He had me transmit a message to Admiral Gavin telling him that I don’t want the Captaincy.”

“Yashiro! You can’t do that. We have to tell him that it was me.”

“It’s not possible. I’ve already sent the message. Nothing could be gained by it. Besides, my career can handle it. Even if Gavin did find out, it’s often politically expedient not to make a big deal out of it. “With a young junior lieutenant, however…” He let the sentence hang in the air.

Kehen got the drift of it. One of the girls that she had been at the Academy with had been involved in a small conspiracy to provide technology to a pre-warp society. The reason that they were doing it for altruistic reasons had cut little ice with Starfleet and that girl now worked as an ore shuttle pilot on Canterus Major.

“What then?,” she asked him.

Masafumi stood up. “Well, I was thinking about that. Maybe we could apply for a joint transfer to another ship. Starfleet is starting to restart its deep space exploration missions. I was thinking that might suit us both. What do you think?”

Kehen stood up and wrapped her arms around him. “You know, if you had told me a year ago that I would fall in love, I would have laughed in your face. Now I can’t imagine not waking up next to you in the morning. I think it’s a great idea.”

“Good. Just one point, Zia. The next time that you pull a stunt like that, it’ll be over. Your career and us. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” she replied. “I just couldn’t let them die, and I couldn’t bear to see you upset.”

“Zia, the Prime Directive is often an encumbrance but it prevents us from playing God. Perhaps the Melokians would have survived and, as we postulated, been forced to evolve into an agrarian system. Now, they might as well continue to be hunter-gatherers for the next thousand years.”

“But you were so angry about not being able to help them…”

“It doesn’t matter. I am a Starfleet officer and I believe in the principles of Starfleet, including the Prime Directive. Damn it, Zia. How many lectures did you get on this at the Academy?”

“Several, each term,” she replied,” but it’s a lot harder when you’re face-to-face with a society on the brink of extinction than in a textbook. Especially when your own world has only had warp drive for a little over ten years. It scares me sometimes that if Yulan had been hit by an asteroid fifty years ago, the Federation would have done nothing to save us, would they?”

“No. Yulan would have ended up like so many other worlds where life didn’t make it. If we start to interfere…”

“I know,” she replied. “We have those lectures too. Look, I’ll promise not to do anything like this again but you have to promise to stop watching my ass.” She smiled.

Masafumi returned to his seat. “That would be difficult,” he said, sitting down once more.

“How come?”

Yashiro smiled. “Because I like watching your ass,” he said. “It’s cute.” They both laughed at that, the tension easing away for both of them. “Now, tell me more about the Melokians.”


****


Upon entering the Hangar Bay, Adam Huntington made a beeline for the runabout, the USS Snohomish. After a few steps, he realized that there was a new-looking vessel sitting just a few meters away and Louise Ramblin was standing beside it with a tricorder in her hand.

“Evening, Lieutenant.”

“Oh, hi, Commander,” she replied.

“I take it that this is the new runabout?,” he asked, striding up to the ship, admiring its sleek lines and silver paintwork.

“It sure is. Paris-class runabout. She’s fresh off the assembly lines and delivered to us a few days ago. She’s a beauty, isn’t she? I’m glad that when we blew up Voyager the plans for this baby was safely in her designer’s heads.”

Huntington stepped around the ship. “Well, it looks good but what is so special about it?,” he asked her.

“Everything!,” said Ramblin. “She has a top speed of Warp Six-Point-Eight, a Mark-Four bio-neural gel pack isolinear processor, the latest in ablative armor, and regenerative shielding. Plus she had twin forward-firing micro-torpedo launchers, rapid-fire pulse phaser cannons, fore and aft and an aft firing photon mine launcher. Plus she can accelerate to maximum speed from a standing start in less than ten seconds.”

Huntington reached out and touched the hull. “The next thing that you’ll be telling me is that she flies herself?,” he asked.

“I was coming to that. The control systems are so sophisticated that you could fly her from another ship two lightyears away just by using a tricorder.”

“Excellent,” he said. “Is she spaceworthy?”

“You betcha,” she said. “Lieutenant Kehen was planning on taking her out for a test flight tomorrow.”

Huntington nodded and for the first time Ramblin saw that he had a shoulder bag by his side. “Hey, Commander,” she asked,” going on a trip?”

“Yes,” he replied,” and I’m afraid I’ll need to take the new runabout out for a drive.”

“What…,” Louise began to say but the single stun burst ended the question early.


****


“Boats?,” asked Yashiro.

“Yes, boats,” Zia replied. “According to Doctor Letek, one tribe is experimenting with canoes for fishing. He thinks that within fifty years, they’ll have the capability to expand onto other islands.”

Masafumi sank back in his seat. “Well, that will certainly help their evolution, especially if more fires…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence though because the Red Alert alarm suddenly went off.

“What the hell?,” he muttered as they dashed out of the Ready Room and onto the Bridge.

“Captain,” Lieutenant Kandro said, getting up from the command chair,” I was just about to give you a call.”

“What the hell is going on?,” Masafumi asked as he took his seat in the command chair while Kandro and Kehen relieved the officers occupying their stations.

“No idea, sir,” said the Betazoid Operations Officer,” but we lost sensors a few seconds ago.”

“Helm controls are locked out,” said Kehen.

“The entire security system is down, Captain,” reported Tilmoore from Tactical. “Internal sensors too.”

“I don’t understand,” said Masafumi.

Suddenly, an explanation was forthcoming as the viewscreen switched views and an image of Adam Huntington appeared.

“By now, you’ve probably figured out that your system failures were the result of sabotage,” the image said.

“No, we hadn’t figured that out yet,” said the Captain.

“Well, to save you the trouble of further investigation, suffice it to say that it was me.” Huntington spoke over the end of Masafumi’s sentence since it was a recording.

“I hate to do this but I’m leaving the ship and I don’t want anyone following me. Captain Cardonez is in trouble and I’m going to try and get her out of it. I know that the rest of you would want to help out but I don’t think that’s a great idea given what happened the last time that the Testudo went off to rescue one of its own.”

Masafumi couldn’t see Kandro’s face but he saw his hand, dangling by his side, clench up into a tight ball.

“The system errors will clear up in around an hour, but by then, I’ll be long gone. Wish me luck,” he added with a sad smile before he was gone.

“Damn him,” said Masafumi.


****


“Damn you, Huntington,” Louise Ramblin said as she staggered to her feet, still groggy from the mild phaser stun. She looked at the empty space where the runabout had been before she looked wistfully out of the hanger doors and into the depths of space that separated her, only by a force field.

“Damnit, Commander! You’d better bring that ship back in one piece!,” she shouted into infinity.


****


Isabel Cardonez sat in a chair, her hands bound in front of her.

She had been taken at gunpoint from her cell several minutes before by three armed Ferengi and led down a winding corridor to the chamber that she was currently sitting in now.

The room was carved out of the ice and obviously below ground. There were several frozen tableaus lit from the ceiling. Each of them showed a different scene involving the native humanoid lifeforms. After a moment, with no sign of anyone coming to greet her, Cardonez stood up and she was now looking intently at a single specimen, a male by the looks of it, who had died while sleeping on the ground.

“I find them to be quite peaceful,” came a sudden voice from behind her. “Frozen people, that is,” he added. She turned around and at the far end of the chamber, there was a figure cloaked in the shadows.

“Mister Patek, I presume?”

“Perhaps,” replied the voice. “What else do you presume?” There was an air of arrogance about the voice. Though there was no way that she could know anything.

Cardonez retook her seat, eager to wipe the smugness out of his voice. “I know that you’re Patek, a Ferengi businessman and I know that you’re planning on taking over the Ferengi Alliance.”

“Wrong, on all counts,” the voice said and suddenly its owner stepped out of the shadows, causing Cardonez to gasp. He was a Human. Old, perhaps in his late sixties. Although he carried it well, standing ramrod straight with iron gray hair and an aura of power about him.

“My name isn’t Patek,” he said. “It’s Ralph Offenhouse, and I’m not a Ferengi businessman. I’m a Human one. As for taking over the Ferengi Alliance, I don’t intend to take it over. I intend to purchase it.”


To be continued…
 
Star Trek: Into the Void

Episode Sixteen - ‘Latinum on Ice’

By Jack D. Elmlinger


Prologue

The planet Trixiet lay in an unclaimed area of space between the United Federation of Planets and the Ferengi Alliance. Neither side had wanted it since it was just an arid world with absolutely no worthwhile mineral deposits beneath its deserts. That was until a group of visionary businessmen with suspected links to the Orion Syndicate had taken the lead of a twentieth century Human and populated Trixiet with luxury hotels and casinos.

Despite the arid climate, people flocked to the planet, enticed as much by the romantic notion of mixing with mobsters as they were by the five star accommodations and famous celebrities. The largest city on the planet was named Jewel and it was five times the size that Las Vegas had ever been. It was from Jewel that the last message from Isabel Cardonez had been received. So it was to Jewel that Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington had come.

He had been to Trixiet many years before as part of an undercover operation to smash an Orion smuggling ring but he was amazed by how much it had grown since then. A thousand casinos, each one more garish than the last, lined street after street filled with bright lights and beautiful people. Of course, there was the dark and seedy underbelly behind the luminous facade but, with tourism so valued, crime was actually fairly rare on Trixiet. The irony was that the criminals policed the place more effectively than any law-abiding constables ever could.

There were a dozen places that Huntington could have looked for information but time was a factor. When Cardonez had been here, looking for a Ferengi named Patek, she had, no doubt, been subtle but with her now most likely held captive – he didn’t like to think of the alternative that she was dead – he didn’t have time to mess around. So he headed straight for the most prestigious place in town.

It was called ‘Reszek Tolo’ which loosely translated from the Orion language as ‘The Royal Casino’.

The building was large with over fifteen stories of dabo tables, poker games, showgirls, singers, comedians and other acts. As he passed through the main entrance which was wide enough to let a herd of elephants pass through without touching the sides, Huntington saw posters advertising some of the attractions. A Klingon woman named Athayr seemed to be the top attraction. Although only just below her on the billing was a Human named Sonny Clemonds who apparently sang in a very unique old-fashioned style called Country Western.

Huntington wasn’t the only person entering. At least, a hundred more people crowded around him, each of them wearing the same desperate smile and clutching credit chips. He ignored them and made his way inside. The center staircase of the Royal Casino belied the establishment’s garish design and reminded him of the grand staircase aboard the Titanic, only a lot bigger. The detailed carving on the balustrades was incredible and the whole affair was encased in gold. The men and women ascending and descending its trends added to its spectacle. The women were in expensive designer outfits and the men were in smart suits or, as in Adam’s case, dinner jackets.

He wasn’t about to climb fifteen or so flights of stairs, no matter how elaborate that they were. He made his way to a glass elevator that rose up slowly so that its occupants could get a view of the various floors that they passed and look down on that staircase.

Stepping out of the lift, he joined a throng of people who were queuing up to enter the fifteenth floor auditorium. Despite having paid through the nose in gold-pressed latinum, he still had to wait in line like everyone else. Finally, after fifteen minutes, a Ferengi waitress smiled sweetly and asked for his name.

Huntington adjusted his bowtie. “Somerset, David Somerset,” he replied. “A table for one.”

She scrolled down the list on her golden PADD. “Ah, yes, this way, Mister Somerset,” she said and led him through a sea of roulette wheels, tongo tables, and properly into the auditorium. Huntington could hardly hear the man who was singing on stage. He was so far away but the crowd seemed to enjoy it.

“Here we are, sir,” said the waitress.

The table was a simple circular affair that was lit up by a single faux candle. As he sat down, he looked up. High above him was a large stained glass skylight. It was painted in reds and greens to show a representation of a showgirl who was in the middle of a can-can dance. As he looked up, the waitress said,” You know, sir, we aren’t that busy this evening. If you wanted, I could get you closer to the stage?”

Huntington shook his head. “No. That’s all right. I like it here.” In fact, he had paid extra specifically to get this seat, even though it seemed to be the furthest point from the stage, the bar, and the casino.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Aldebaran whiskey on the rocks.”

She smiled and left the table.

Everyone was applauding suddenly and the compere, a short Bajoran man, skipped onto the stage, just as the last act was leaving. “Wasn’t he fabulous, everyone,” he said with mock sincerity. It was a statement and not a question. “That was Sonny Clemonds singing Faith of the Heart.” The compere turned to applaud the man offstage before he turned back to the audience. “Now for our next act, I give you Athayr.”

There were whoops and cheers when dry ice suddenly rose up from the stage. The light dimmed and a statuesque woman appeared. Huntington couldn’t make out much but she was a dark-skinned Klingon, attractive in the way that most mature Klingon women often were. When she began to sing, her voice was low and husky.


“Cold to the touch.

It’s my only vice.

I desire it too much.

Latinum on ice! Latinum on ice!”


Huntington didn’t hear the rest of the song when two hulking men in ill-fitting tuxedos sat down at his table. Both of them were Tellarites with snouts that looked like they had been broken numerous times and beady eyes that bespoke of trouble. Neither of them said a word. They merely snorted in his direction.

As the waitress returned and placed his drink in front of him, she saw his two guests. “Would your friends like a drink?”

Huntington kept his eyes on both Tellarites. “Do you serve troughs?,” he asked, deadpan.

“Leave us,” came another voice from behind Huntington’s back. It was an old, raspy voice. A familiar one.

The waitress left as the owner of the voice pulled up the table’s last chair and sat down. He looked even older than the last time that Huntington had seen him. His heavily scarred face and sparse white hairs seemed to be incongruous when his thin frame was poured into a tuxedo.

He smiled. “Klaah,” he said. “I see that they let you out early for good behavior.”

The Klingon laughed, a hearty deep roar that caused several diners at nearby tables to cast disapproving glances in his direction. Klaah merely glared back at them and they hurriedly turned their attention back to the woman on the stage.

“Federation penal colonies are soft places designed to rehabilitate you by boring you to death. I am far too old to waste my time there so I escaped. It’s far too easy. I don’t know why more prisoners don’t do it.”

“And now you work here?,” asked Huntington, gesturing to the building around them.

“Yes. I’m the Chief of Security. It actually pays a lot better than Doctor Shatterhand did. I should thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I said I should thank you. Unfortunately, there is the small matter of my honor that you besmirched last year.”

“What? By knocking you out after you took a young girl hostage?” He leaned forward, locking eyes with Klaah. “You don’t deserve any honor.”

Klaah laughed again. “Trying to goad me, Huntington? What is it that you Humans say? Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me?”

“Something like that,” said Huntington. “How did you spot me?”

“Are you kidding? Your reputation precedes you, Huntington. Especially when you turn up in a Federation shuttlecraft. I’m just glad that you happened into my casino. The Orion Syndicate still had a large bounty on your head from over a decade ago.”

Adam nodded in the direction of the two Tellarites. “And the three of you plan to collect?,” he asked. Klaah nodded gleefully. “Just the three of you?”

“Give me more credit than that and look around you.”

Huntington looked to his left and to his right. They were there, looking like everyone else but not looking right somehow, just like Klaah; two Humans with telltale bulges underneath their jackets. “Ah, I see. And if I don’t go quietly?”

“Then we’ll take you by force. Be under no illusions here, Huntington. As far as law and order goes on this planet, I am on the side of justice.” He laughed again. “These people here won’t help you.”

Huntington sighed. “At least, let me finish my drink,” he said, nodding towards the untouched brandy.

“Why not? After all, it might be the last one that you ever have.”

Huntington reached forward with his right hand and picked up the drink. With his eyes still locked on Klaah, he downed it in one gulp. With everyone’s eyes focused on the glass in his right hand, no one had noticed his left arm fall below the table and a combadge drop into his palm. As he brought the empty glass back down onto the table, he used the sound to cover the noise of him tapping his combadge, twice.

“Well, you’ve had your last drink,” said Klaah. “Shall we go?”

Huntington smiled coldly at him. “I think not,” he said before gesturing upwards with a single finger.

Klaah couldn’t help it. He looked up. Gazing up at the gaudy stained glass window, he frowned. “Eh?,” he asked.

A second later, he fell back off of his chair when the world above his head exploded.

The glass skylight shattered into a million pieces when the Paris-class runabout descended through it. As the glass rained down on the crowd, people began to scream and run for cover. The two Tellarites raised their hands to shield their faces, squealing in fear. It was all the invitation that Huntington needed and he shoved the table up into the two Tellarites’ faces. He stood up, kicking the chair out of the way and spinning around to track the two Humans. His right hand had gone inside his jacket and emerged, holding his phaser.

The two Humans were crouched down, sheltering from the downpour of glass. Two shots later and they were unconscious. Huntington began to turn back towards his other opponents when his sixth sense buzzed, ducking fast. One of the two Tellarites swung a fist into empty air, his momentum taking him over Huntington’s back. The Starfleet commander waited until the right moment and stood back up again, hurtling the hapless Tellarite onto a nearby table. The table collapsed under his weight and he lay, unmoving, in the wreckage.

The second Tellarite was struggling to grab a weapon from under his jacket when Huntington struck him with a left cross before bringing the butt of his pistol down on the back of his neck.

Klaah was on the floor, crawling slowly and painfully over broken glass while trying to escape unnoticed amongst the chaos of panic-stricken guests. When a single word echoed out, he froze.

“Klaah.”

He turned over onto his back and looked up. Amongst the chaos, Huntington stood, calmly with a phaser pistol in his right hand. There wasn’t a hair out of place while the runabout hovered less than a meter above his head.

“Don’t shoot!,” said Klaah.

“Why would I shoot you?,” Huntington asked him. “Now that I assume reinforcements are on the way, call them off.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because if I don’t send constant signals to the ship, it’ll open fire, killing all of your nice guests and tearing this place apart. Even if the repair bill doesn’t bankrupt your employers, the adverse publicity will.”

An eerie quiet descended upon the room and the sudden sound of boots on marble echoes through the place.

Adam gestured at Klaah with his phaser. “Time’s running out,” he said with his left hand poised to activate the runabout’s transporter.

Klaah sighed and reached down, slowly, to his belt for a communicator. His d’k’tahg blade was sheathed by his side but he hadn’t gotten to be this old by taking chances. Raising the communicator to his ear, he toggled the activator switch. “Klaah here. All security, stand down. Yes, I know what’s going on here! Stand them down on my orders. Because if we don’t he’ll destroy the casino! Now do it!” He put the communicator down on the floor. “It’s done but I don’t know how long I can hold them on the leash.”

Huntington lifted up a chair and sat down, crossing his arms. “That’s okay. This won’t take long. Grab a seat.” He gestured towards another fallen chair.

Klaah stood up, gingerly and picked up the seat before sitting uncomfortably in it.

It was a surreal sight. Two men sitting opposite of one another in a sea of wary-looking men and women in evening dress while a spaceship hovered overhead with a gentle him and tiny particles of glass hanging like dust in the air.

After a moment, Klaah shrugged. “Now what?”

“Now you answer a question,” said Huntington. “Or rather you get on the horn to your bosses to answer a question.”

“That’s why you came here? For information?”

“You catch on quick. Now then, the question. I’m looking for a Ferengi businessman named Patek. He keeps a very low profile but I know for a fact that he’s a familiar face on this world. I need a location for him.”

“I've never heard of him,” said Klaah.

“I didn’t expect that you would have. Try your boss.” He looked towards the communicator that was still on the ground.

Klaah picked it up and he entered a different frequency. “Mister Dev’ro, Klaah here. I take it that you’ve heard? Yes, well, he says that he’ll destroy the place unless we cooperate. What does he want?” The Klingon laughed. “Just the answer to a question. Yes, just one question.” Klaah pulled the communicator away from his ear for a moment. “What was the man’s name again?”

“Patek,” said Huntington.

“Patek. Yes, I’ll hold.” Tense seconds passed before Huntington heard the tiny squeak of a voice echoing from the communicator. “Thank you, sir. No, don’t worry. He’ll leave now.” Klaah replaced the communication on his hip. “Patek comes here every few months. He doesn’t gamble but he likes to watch the shows apparently. Anyway, he lives on Relatrix and he has a secluded villa in the southern hemisphere. It’s registered to a corporation called ‘Wall Street Enterprises’ but it’s his.”

Huntington stood up. “Now then, see how helpful you can be,” he said, keeping his phaser trained on the Klingon. Slipping the combadge onto his lapel, he tapped it. “Huntington to runabout, one to beam up. I don’t know what the Klingon word for retirement is but you should consider it. You’re getting way too old for this business.”

Then he was gone.

Klaah stood and looked up at the runabout as it spun around and shot upwards. It went back through the hole that it had fashioned, knocking more glass down. He didn’t flinch this time. He shielded his eyes with one hand but looked upwards long after the ship was out of sight.

“Next time, Huntington,” he said. “Next time.”
 
Nice world building... That's quite a fun scene - there's something tremendously satisfying about a Federation shuttle wrecking a casino just to put the squeeze on a recalcitrant klingon...

Thanks!! rbs
 
Chapter One

The New Orleans-class starship USS Testudo hung in the heavens above Taliron Four like a duranium-shrouded god. As he stared out of the Ready Room window at the world below, Captain Yashiro Masafumi mused that, presently at least, the Testudo was very much an impotent god.

It had been days since Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington had disrupted the ship’s systems while he stole a runabout and left to try saving Isabel Cardonez. Days and all that he had done was order the ship back to Sector 29004 and wait. He wasn’t even sure what he was waiting for, nor why he had chosen the Taliron System to wait in.

No, that wasn’t strictly true. He had come here because this was the planet of his former Captain’s birth. If he couldn’t do anything to help, then he was in the right place to mourn.

When the door chimes rang, he moved back behind his desk and sat down before allowing entry. Lieutenant Valian Kandro stumbled in more like a nervous child than a de facto First Officer. In truth, the Betazoid wasn’t the ideal choice for First Officer but he was the most experienced officer that Masafumi had left. The only other serious contender was Doctor Hollem Azahn but he needed someone who was used to the Bridge and had taken his Bridge Officer Qualification Examination.

“Yes, Lieutenant?,” he asked now.

Kandro sat down, the nervous expression not fading from his face. “It’s uh… it’s just that we’ve received a message from Starfleet,” he stammered out.

A beat.

“And?”

Kandro composed himself. “And we’ve been ordered to rendezvous with the USS Chikuma immediately.”

“Was there a reason given for why?,” asked MAsafumi, although he knew why.

Kandro paused again. “We’re taking aboard a new Captain, the Chikuma’s current First Officer, Commander Lucas Taylor.”

If Kandro was expecting his Captain to be shocked, he was mistaken. Instead, Masafumi merely nodded slightly.

“A good officer. A promotion was well overdue. Was there anything else?”

“Yeah. we’re still trying to decrypt the message that Commander Huntington received before he took off. Still no joy.”

Masafumi nodded again. “Very well, Lieutenant. Resume your duties.”

Kandro nodded and stood. He made it halfway to the door before he stopped and half-turned back towards him.

“Something else, Lieutenant?”

“It’s just about the Chikuma, sir. Should we get underway immediately?”

Masafumi looked into the younger man’s eyes. Was there a glimmer of hope there? An almost pleading look. “No, I don’t think so,” he replied and the smile that Kandro produced was all the answer that he needed. “In fact, I think that our communications equipment will probably be out of commission for the next few days.” Kandro’s smile broadened.

“Yes, sir!,” he replied and, as he exited the room, his gait was infinitely more confident and assured than when he had entered the Ready Room.

Masafumi sighed, knowing that it was only a temporary reprieve. If they didn’t make that rendezvous, then eventually the Chikuma would come looking for them. He had transmitted his resignation as Captain to Admiral Gavin. There was no way to retract it and sooner or later, Starfleet would ensure that the Testudo had a new Captain.

Swinging his desk-mounted terminal to face him, Yashiro pulled up the encrypted message. Huntington had tried to delete it but he had obviously been in too much of a hurry to do a thorough job on it. That actually surprised him and, at first, he had wondered if the Security Chief had left it as a message. He quickly reasoned that he hadn’t. The last time that they had spoken, Huntington had made it quite clear that he held Masafumi in contempt now. No, it was a careless act by a usually-meticulous man, but it was all the hope that they had of finding both of Testudo’s wayward children.

He squinted when the number blocks appeared before him. All he needed was a chink in the code and he could crack it. If he even knew what part of the message had been, he could crack it. As it was, the encryption was as solid as a Ferengi bank vault.


****


Isabel Cardonez was more than a little surprised when she woke up in a huge four-poster bed and underneath silken sheets. Her last memory had been lying down to sleep on the mattress in her cell. Much as she had done for a matter of indeterminable nights since her capture. Instantly aware that she wasn’t dreaming, her first reaction was one of embarrassment when she realized that she was naked beneath the pure white sheets.

Slipping out of bed, she considered wrapping a sheet around herself but she quickly discounted it. The room was warm enough and she could move easier if she was unencumbered. Besides, whoever they were had an ample chance to see her naked and she obviously had nothing left to hide.

The room was small and the bed dominated it. The walls were white to match the sheets and the bed. A simple dresser sat against one of the walls and it was also white. Stepping up to it, Cardonez was amazed to find that the drawers weren’t empty. The top drawer contained several items of underwear. The middle drawer had two large fluffy white towels that served to remind her how dirty that she was, and the bottom drawer contained a simple white dress and matching flat pumps.

Leaving the items where they were, she stepped over to the nearest of two doors. As with her cell, there was no locking mechanism and no obvious way to open the door. It was with little hope that she checked the second doorway and she was surprised when it slid silently open when she neared it. Peeking inside, she saw a small but clean-looking toilet and a shower.

Running a hand through her greasy black hair was all the convincing that she needed to grab one of the towels and head inside. She may have still been a prisoner but there was no reason to be a filthy one.


****


Adam Huntington walked from the aft section of the runabout, holding a bowl from which he was spooning pasta into his mouth. He had changed out of his dinner ticket and into dark trousers, boots, and a thin navy blue turtle-necked sweater. Its sleeves were rolled up past his elbows. A pale blue shoulder holster crisscrossed his back and his phaser hung beneath his left arm.

Slipping into the pilot’s seat on the flight deck, he ate the last mouthful of pasta before placing the bowl on the edge of a nearby console. “Computer, what’s the ETA to the Relatrix system?”

“Estimated time of arrival is three hours and four minutes at present speed,” replied the computer.

Huntington yawned and absently ran a hand over the stubble on his face. “Computer, do you have any information on the organization called Wall Street Enterprises yet?”

“Affirmative. Wall Street Enterprises is an import-export company based on Ferenginar. It was established on Stardate 43996.8. It has fifteen major shareholders as follows – “

“Cancel the list. What holdings does the company hold on Relatrix?”

“Wall Street Enterprises is the sole owner of the planet Relatrix,” said the computer. “As such, it owns all residences, hotels, and companies on the planet.”

Huntington’s eyes widened. “The entire planet,” he muttered to himself.

“Confirmed,” answered the computer and Adam raised an eyebrow at it.

“Computer, what information exists on the individual known as Patek?”

“Patek, Ferengi citizen. Born on Ferenginar in the year 2309. No accurate stardate available. Because Chief Executive Officer of Wall Street Enterprises on Stardate 42996.8 – “

“Halt information,” said Huntington. “Confirm what information is available on Patek between his birth and the date that he assumed control of Wall Street Enterprises?”

“No data available.”

Huntington stroked his chin. For almost fifty-eight years after his birth, Patek had done nothing or shown up on any database, nothing, until becoming the head of a major corporation on the same date as its creation. It meant one of two things. Patek was either a fabricated identity or his history had been wiped out prior to Stardate 43996.8.

Either way, the plot thickened.

Huntington had the computer restart its history lesson on the Ferengi but it was bare. Nothing but the occasional mention in a business journal or during a takeover.

Finally he left the computer to fly the ship and headed for the sonic shower.


****


When Captain Masafumi entered the Conference Lounge, he was surprised to see that Lieutenants Ramblin and Kandro were sitting side-by-side at a computer terminal and so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t seem to see him enter the room. Leaning against the wall, he smiled wanly while he listened to their argumentative banter, but he was pleased to see that it had a more friendly tone than it had in months.

“... reverse the recursive engram here,” the Betazoid said, pointing at something on the screen,” and we can decrypt this data block and start a feedback loop that will unravel the whole message.”

“More like scramble it,” she replied, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. “You do that and it’ll encrypt the message even more.”

“Prove it.”

Ramblin looked at him like she was wearing an imaginary pair of glasses with a disbelieving look. “I don’t have to. We have the original message saved. Go ahead.” She motioned towards the console, a half-smile on her lips.

Kandro licked his lips and his fingers moved towards the controls.

“I wouldn’t waste the effort,” said Masafumi and they noticed him for the first time. “I tried it two days ago. Despite what Lieutenant Ramblin said, it’s a good idea. However, she’s correct in predicting that it won’t work. It just entangles the information more.”

“Well,” Ramblin said,” at least, it was something.”

Kandro shot a look her way. “Hang on. You just said something and you didn’t insult me. What’s up with that?”

“I’m messing with your mind,” she said, folding her arms on the table and bending over to rest her head on them. “Actually, I’m just too tired.”

“I know what you mean. I close my eyes and all that I can see are streams of numbers at the moment.”

Masafumi moved away from the wall and he sat down opposite of them. “I’m stymied too. Obviously, whoever sent the message has more than a little experience with this type of thing.”

“I’ll say,” said Ramblin, her words muffled by her sleeves.

At that point, the door slid open again and three tired and frustrated faces looked up to see an out-of-breath Zia Kehen enter the room. “Phew!,” she said, wiping her brow. “I thought I’d come down here personally rather than use the intercom.”

Masafumi perked up. “What is it?”

“A message,” the Yulanian said. “I know that we’ve been pretending that our communications systems are down but Starfleet keeps sending up the regular updates as usual. One of them reported the sighting of a Paris-class runabout on the planet Trixiet.”

“It could be anyone of a hundred runabouts,” said Kandro.

Kehen frowned slightly. “Well, this particular runabout apparently smashed through the roof of a casino and back out again while its owner threatened the clientele!”

Ramblin sat up in her chair. “That’s him,” she said with an air of certainty.

“We cannot assume anything,” said Masafumi.

“You can assume whatever you like, sir,” said Ramblin,” but I’ve been on a mission with Huntington. Trust me. It’s him.”

Masafumi rested his chin on his hand, replicating the famous thinker pose. “Hmm, I wonder…”

“You’ve got an idea?,” asked Kandro.

“Yes. So far, we’ve tried to untangle the whole message but in actuality, it’s two separate messages. An audio one and a visual one.”

“So?,” Kehen asked, slumping into a seat.

“So,” he said, smiling at her,” it means that we don’t have to decrypt all of it. Just the audio and we potentially have several parts of the message now.”

“You’re assuming that the message sent the Commander to Trixet?,” asked Kandro.

“Yes,” said Masafumi,” but that’s not all. When the other three officers looked blankly at him, he explained his reasoning. “First of all, we assume that the message featured the word Trixiet. We can also make the assumption that it mentioned the Captain by name. It may have also mentioned Commander Huntington by name.”

“So we potentially have part of the audio message,” said Ramblin. “We split that part off from the visual and we only have to decrypt half of the message and we already know part of it, giving us a head start.”

Masafumi nodded.

“It’s still going to be tricky,” said Kandro.

“Yes, it is,” replied their Captain,” so we should get started right now.” He turned towards Kehen. “Lieutenant, resume command of the Bridge.”

“Aye, sir,” she said, resigned to being on the periphery of the whole decryption adventure. At the end of the day, she was first and foremost a pilot. She stood up and headed for the door.

“And, Lieutenant?,” the Asian called after her.

“Yes, sir?”

Yashiro smiled. “I might be a little late coming home tonight. I’ll try not to wake you.”

Kehen laughed. “Just like last night when you fell over my clothes on the floor, making so much noise that you woke up Ensign Booth in her quarters above ours?”

He blushed. “I’ll try harder. Now get to the Bridge, Lieutenant.”

Kehen gave him a mock salute and left.

Masafumi turned back towards Louise and Valian who were both smiling at him. “What?,” he asked them.


****


Cardonez had spent a long time in the shower. If it had been a sonic model, she would have been in and out in minutes, but upon discovering that it was an old-style water-based shower, she had delighted in spending almost half an hour underneath the powerful jets of hot water.

Now as she stepped out of the shower room, rubbing at her hair with the towel, she only just heard the sound of the door sliding open. Quick as a flash, she wrapped the towel around herself, her earlier immodesty gone now. “Who’s there?,” she enquired.

“Excuse me, Miss Cardonez. I didn't realize that you were in the shower.” The voice came from a small, matronly-looking Ferengi woman who was standing in the doorway. She was dressed in some kind of gray maid’s uniform. “I’m Sirni,” she said, deferentially. “Mister Offenhouse requests your company at dinner.”

Cardonez threw the towel onto the bed and opened the top drawer of the dresser. “What? He isn’t Patek around here?,” she asked while she pulled out a pair of underwear and grabbed for a brassiere.

“He is Mister Offenhouse within this villa,” said Sirni, her eyes downcast while Cardonez dressed.

Slipping the white dress over her head, she sat down onto one side of the bed and slipped the pumps on. Standing up again, she said,” Well, lead on. I’m afraid I don’t have time to do my hair. I hope my host won’t mind.”

Sirni ignored the remark and merely stepped outside. Isabel followed her and she wasn’t surprised to see two short but burly Ferengi guards outside. Both of them were dressed in dull orange boiler suits and holding Romulan disruptor rifles. They were obviously twins and they seemed to be identical in every way.

“This way,” Sirni said and she led the way down the pure white corridor.

Cardonez sighed. “When in Rome,” she muttered and followed her, acutely aware of the two guards behind her.
 
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