USS Bluefin
Sector 10167
Retired Master Chief Devon Horne shook hands with Senior Chief Brin and Captain Akinola as he prepared to beam over to the Cielo Vista. "God, it was good to see you two again. Sorry I wimped out on you like I did."
Akinola smiled at the older man. "Hell, master chief, I'm impressed you held together as well as you did, considering you've forgotten how to duck!"
Horne gave a mishievous smile. "Seems I remember a certain smart-assed CPO I had to drag to a shuttle craft during our first go-round with the Cardies, 'cause he had his rear-end stuck around a corner and got himself shot!"
Chief Brin cocked a quizical eyebrow at his CO. Akinola looked embarrased. "Oh - yeah. I forgot about that," the captain said sheepishly.
Horne laughed. "They say the mind's the second thing to go."
"And what's the first?" asked Chief Brin.
"I can't remember," said Horne, letting out a cackle.
Akinola shook his head. "That joke's older than all of us put together." He looked at Solly. "Better beam him over before the Espinozas change their mind and leave without him."
Horne's expression became more serious. "Captain, Solly, thank you for everything! Maybe we'll see each other again."
"Count on it!" said Akinola, then to Solly, "Energize."
Their old comrade quickly faded from sight as he re-joined the Espinoza family on the freighter. Solly looked at his captain, a barely concealed smile on his face. "Did you really get shot in the ass, sir?"
"Not a word, Solly, not one damn word to anyone. Understood?"
"My lips are sealed, captain."
Akinola looked doubtful. "They better be, or I'll bust you to crewman recruit and have you scrub the 'cycler tanks with your fingernails!"
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T'Ser sat in her cabin, staring at her computer screen, contemplating. "Computer," she queried, "List any unauthorized communications either from or to the ship in the past two weeks."
"There are no records of any unauthorized communications during the specified time period," said the computer.
She puffed out a breath of air in frustration.Well, you didn't expect finding this mole to be be easy,she thought. Aloud, she said, "Okay, computer, let's try this . . ."
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Captain Akinola walked from the turbo-lift onto the bridge and reclaimed the command seat from Commander Strauss, who moved to the tactical station. "Alright, people, we have a new assignment. We're headed to occupied Cardassian territory to assist in patrol and SAR duty. I need not remind you how volatile the situation is in that sector, so stay on your toes. Lt. Bralus, plot a course for sector 21509. Lt. Sarnek, set our speed at Warp factor 8." Akinola paused a moment to take in the familiar stars and he wondered how long it would be before he saw them again. "Engage."
The Border Cutter adjusted its course to take it toward Cardassian space, then disappeared as it jumped to warp.
Strauss walked over to Akinola. "Captain, I was curious. Have you ever faced the Maquis in battle?"
Akinola's expression became somewhat sad. "A few times before the war, XO."
Strauss struggled to formulate her next question. "Was it . . . hard, sir? To fight people you know, I mean."
Akinola regarded his young executive officer with a fatherly gaze. "It's hard, Inga, damn hard," he turned his attention back to the viewscreen, "but no one ever said this job was easy."
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That evening in the hangar deck, 40 officers and enlisted personnel gathered to watch the 22nd century remake of Gone With the Wind, remastered in HoloVision. Inga and Nigel sat together, sharing popcorn and colas while Chief Deryx and Creman Tamiya inserted their own dialogue over the muted sound. The crew had seen the movie so many times that they knew the actual dialogue by heart. Deryx and Tamiya were much more entertaining with their bawdy version. Inga found it so hysterical that she started giggling uncontrollably and began to snort cola through her nose. Bane patted her back until she regained control. By this time, the crew was getting more entertainment value from their laughing XO than from the Holo-movie.
The mole walked carefully over and around his crewmates, balancing two colas and two popcorns. He finally made his way by Ensign Vashtee and plopped beside her in a chair. "Thanks!" she said with a brilliant smile. She snuggled against him as he settled in.
"You're welcome," said the mole with a grin of his own. I am one lucky bastard to serve on this ship! he thought as he tossed back some popcorn.
END of Chapter 4
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