Saturday, March 21, 2015
{{The end...! And...setup for the next book! Oh noes!}}
Kanor
found himself awake abruptly, torn out of whatever dream state he had
been in. The sheets were tangled up around his body, Marcie's
absence something he was inexplicably having issues getting used to.
Their last...interaction earlier in the day was bad enough, and he
told himself he'd back off on his investigation as soon as he was
convinced she was truly herself. The return of his solitary sleeping
situation he would just need to deal with. In comparison to the
extent of his life so far, his time spent sleeping beside her was
probably a fraction of a percent. Given his projected expected life
span, he wasn't even sure if he'd remember that minute amount of
time. It made no sense for it to be troubling him. And yet...
He
felt the hairs on the back of his neck, along his chest, arms, and
legs...standing up. Alert. Something was wrong. He kept his body
still, hoping to give the illusion he was still asleep, as he
attempted to crack his eyes just enough to see, his attention to his
senses ramping up as he tried to understand why his body felt full of
adrenaline, why his instincts were practically screaming at him to do
something, to not just lie there like an invalid. But why? There
was no alert condition occurring aboard Enterprise. Cypher would
have alerted him if someone had broken into his quarters while he
slept, even if they had managed to get past his other defenses
without her noticing. Was it the unidentified spy, the person who
had attempted to gather more information about him? Were they making
some sort of final, desperate act, in lieu of him botching some sort
of future plan they had by simply being present aboard the ship?
His
eyes swept the room through the thin sliver of his eyelids, light
coming in through the windows, the vista of deep space sweeping by
the only illumination. His nostrils flared just the slightest amount
as he attempted to keep the matching inhalation in-line with that of
someone asleep.
“You
can stop pretending, you're not fooling anyone, least of all me.”
He
bolted upright, his arms coming up in a defensive position over his
lower face and upper chest. He had spent his entire adult life
sleeping with daggers in the bed with him specifically for situations
like this, but they had creeped Marcie out, so he had stopped.
Instead, he had settled for placing them just above the headboard of
the bed. He hadn't thought to move them back where they belonged,
and now...now he would have to turn his back on the foot of the bed,
where the voice had come from, to retrieve them. He had a unique set
of eyes, perhaps he could...
“Lights!”
He
had hoped to temporarily blind the intruder, give him those extra few
seconds to identify the person, possibly even arm himself or get out
of the damn bed. Instead, however, the person didn't even flinch,
merely stared back at him from their perch on the seat between the
office door and the replicator. Unfazed, unimpressed.
His
face.
He
recoiled, pushing against the surface of the bed with his hands and
legs in an attempt to get as much space as possible between himself
and...himself. He stammered, stumbled; his left hand had struck
against the edge of the bed and he had nearly lost his balance.
“What
the...”
The
person in the chair was him, and yet...different. Kanor's brow
furrowed as he quickly studied a face he was intimately familiar
with, started noticing little details here and there. Wrinkles that
didn't belong, scars. The multiple streaks of gray and white in the
unkempt mane of hair that was...unruly, at best. His eyes swept
downward. The extra heft in the frame, the unfamiliar clothes. The
very recognizable, weathered grip of a Varon-T disruptor tucked into
the belt in the exact same place he kept his. The posture,
the...eyes. His gaze had swept back up to clash against the one
sitting in that chair, and he saw, undeniably, himself. There was
more...something than he had ever seen in his own eyes looking in the
mirror, but...they were his. His mind reeled , his entire being
telling him this was fundamentally wrong. Impossible. Not right.
Abhorrent.
“We
need to talk.”
{{This is it, the final chapter! I've never completed a book before, especially not a full-length novel like this has come to be proportioned. There is an epilogue I will be posting a little later, and then the dreaded process of editing the entire thing (I already know of a few changes I'd like to make-hindsight is a bitch, and it HAS been four years since I first started this tale) will begin. I plan on reposting the final, edited version of the story on Wattpad, for those interested in checking that out when it's there. My next story will not be Star Trek based and will have all original characters, setting, etc-I'm not sure how long that will be. I'll be posting it here first, though!}}
Kanor finally woke from one of
those bone-weary deep sleeps, and knew instantly he had slept longer
than he had instructed Cypher to let him. He kicked the tangled
sheets off of himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed,
frowning as he spoke aloud.
“Why didn't you wake me?”
“It was quite clear you were in
need of more rest than you had allotted time for.”
Kanor scowled, irritated at the
blatant display of free will. Cypher's development from a simple
voice-interactive AI over the years led Kanor to forget she was
becoming more of an independent entity sometimes. He wiped a hand
over his face and sighed as he got to his feet. He had to admit, he
did feel a lot better, if not fully himself.
“Time?”
“Shipboard time is six hundred
twenty-four hours.”
Kanor cursed, taking a step
towards his discarded jumpsuit on the floor, when he realized just
how much odor he was creating. He bent over to grasp the soiled
garment, stuffed it in the replicator for disassembly, and headed to
the shower.
“Location of Kaz?”
“Commodore Kaz appears to be in
his office.”
“And there were no calls while
I was out?”
“None. Doctor O'Neil is still
in Sickbay, as well.”
Kanor nodded as he activated the
water and began to bathe, wondering, again, what had happened to
Marcie and if there was anything that could be done. He planned on
visiting her as soon as he was done with his meeting with Kaz.
“Any update on her status?”
“I am unable to access that
information without calling attention to myself, especially with the
continued operation of the HAL unit.”
Kanor finished the rest of his
shower in contemplation. The conversation he'd be having with Kaz.
Whatever had happened to Marcie aboard the Bender ship; what had that
strange person done? Lastly, he thought of Cypher's rather
significant choice to not wake him when he had said. Had it been a
simply logical choice, or another step in her emotional development?
He wanted to explore that, ask her what her reasons had been, but
felt it would lead into a conversation he didn't have time for at the
moment. Deactivating the water and stepping out, he grabbed a towel
and began drying himself as he walked out into the living area of his
quarters. The shower had helped him feel invigorated.
“I'm assuming we're returning
to Independent space, or possibly a rendezvous near Federation
territory. How fast do you think we can get the Hunt ready to go?”
“I have been staying on top of
the regular maintenance scans and operational checks during our stay
aboard the Enterprise. After you conduct a physical check of systems
and structural integrity, I estimate no longer than two hours before
we can depart. I am uncertain how long it will take for the
Enterprise crew to transfer the Hunt from the cargo bay to the
shuttle bay, but would consider it unlikely to take outside that
window of time.”
Kanor nodded as he tossed the
towel on top of his soiled jumpsuit in the replicator, deconstructed
them, and began donning a fresh one. He would probably gather his
belongings and begin prepping the Hunt after his visit with Marcie,
that way he could take off as soon as the Enterprise had reached
their destination. It occurred to him, then, Marcie might still be
unconscious; could he leave without saying goodbye? He began placing
his usual assortment of weapons and devices on his person without
conscious effort, as his mind began to wander more. He should
definitely visit Skid, maybe even write up a final report with some
parting tips for Munson. And Kaz...maybe he could bid the Commodore
farewell after they had finished their business up.
“Make sure to record and
monitor our conversation, in case there are any...discrepancies that
might come up. And let's hope we're well on our way and out of here
by this time tomorrow.”
*************
The door to Kaz's office was open
when Kanor made his way down the corridor, and standing in the
doorway, his back to Kanor, was Admiral Stapes. Stapes looked
disheveled; hair tousled, uniform tunic removed completely and draped
over his left arm, sweat stains dotting the white undershirt almost
entirely. Kanor hadn't bothered to call ahead, and figured Stapes
would have been long gone by now, but obviously that wasn't the case.
“...not, and the fact you chose
to bring it up now, after all that...!”
Kanor could clearly hear Kaz's
response from within the office; it didn't sound like the Metron was
just inside.
“It was decided you would stop
attempting to interfere with my crew. I fail to see how this is any
different.”
“You know DAMN well why! A
murdering, unknown....!”
“Perhaps if the predecessor had
been as excellent and competent as you had promised, things wouldn't
have turned o....”
“That's admission to the FLEET,
that's NOT the same thin...”
Kanor had stopped an appropriate
distance from Stapes, and, after waiting a few beats to be noticed,
had simply chosen to clear his throat loudly enough to announce his
presence. Stapes whirled at the sound, and again, Kanor thought he
saw the quickest, briefest of odd...ripples pass over the Admiral's
face. It was so fast, he wasn't even positive he could say he had
truly seen it, however.
“YOU! You've got a lot of...”
Kaz was abruptly at the door
behind Stapes, and as soon as his eyes lit on Kanor, he interjected.
“I scheduled an appointment
with him here after dinner last night. That he waited this long I'd
say was rather polite of him. We've been at this all night, Andy.”
Stapes scowled, his eyes glaring
at Kanor before switching back to Kaz.
“Don't think I'll simply brush
off this latest of slights, Commodore. The fee will still apply, and
you can be damn sure it'll be the highest grade possible, as he
clearly falls into that category.”
“We still got the job done,
Andy. And that'll be huge for future opportunities with the
Federation.”
“And it cost us plenty more,
COMMODORE. As we discussed, that's the ONLY reason you're getting
off with what you got. I expect to see you on Independence One as
soon as things are settled. And if I feel like you're attempting to
weasel out of any of it...”
Kaz's eyes flashed with heat.
“I gave you my word, ADMIRAL.
And I wouldn't be the first to say it's worth a fuck of a lot more
than most of the people on the Board!”
Stapes made a noise, turned to
look Kanor up and down for a brief moment, curled his lip, then
turned around to stride purposefully down the corridor in the
opposite direction. Kanor really wanted to lay into the Admiral for
his unfounded hostility, but he turned his attention back to Kaz.
The Commodore had also removed his uniform tunic, and was wearing a
simple black undershirt without sleeves. There were dark circles
under his eyes, and his entire face had a haggard look to it Kanor
hadn't seen on him before.
“Almost didn't think you were
coming.”
“I...overslept. I think I was
feeling how you look.”
Kaz snorted at the remark, the
corner of his mouth turning up briefly as he turned back into his
office and headed towards the left, where a small conference table
and two recently used chairs were arranged, along with four others,
pushed up against the table's edge. The table had the remains of
what appeared to be a barely touched dinner, long cold. Kanor
glanced over to the right of the door where the much more relaxed
couch set-up had been before as he followed Kaz in, but there was
only a bulkhead. He wondered if the office was designed to have
these annexes tucked away when not in use, as he hadn't see this
table arrangement last time he was here.
“Have you had breakfast yet?”
“I...haven't, no....”
“Good, as you can see dinner
wasn't exactly palatable, so I'm rather famished. Take a seat,
though I wouldn't recommend that one...it's been contaminated.”
Kaz made the remark offhandedly
while flicking a wrist in the direction of one of the settings for
dinner, to the left of the head of the table, so Kanor took the seat
to the right, instead. Kaz was sitting down and pressing a button on
a panel inset on the table.
“I'm here in my office with
Kanor, now. Send us up an all out breakfast for two-the good kind,
not that perfunctory crap of last night-and make sure to send a clean
up crew.”
Kaz released the button after the
voice on the other end responded, and leaned his head back in his
chair for a moment, sighing as he closed his eyes. Kanor glanced
around awkwardly, not really sure where to begin, when Kaz opened his
eyes again and smiled tiredly.
“That went on for a lot longer
than even I anticipated.”
Kanor arched a brow.
“When I realized how much time
I had spent sleeping, I thought for sure you would have gone to bed
and come back already. Either way, I do apologize for my tardiness.”
Kaz waved a hand dismissively.
“Nonsense. Probably for the
best you did, anyways, your timing was actually...apropos this
morning. At least one of us will be rested and alert.”
“If you'd rather go get some
rest, I completely understand, we can resched....”
“Definitely not. We need to
get this taken care of and sorted out, the sooner the better.” Kaz
took a moment to squirm in his chair a bit, then he turned, resting
his back against one of the arms of the chair and draping his legs
across the other. “We've contacted the Federation bounty officer,
and have scheduled a rendezvous in neutral territory for tomorrow
morning.” The Metron frowned, his brow crinkling for a moment.
“Today...? No, no. Second morning after tonight...tomorrow, now.
Yes. We will be...accompanied by the I.S.S. Independent and Stapes,
but we will be making the exchange.”
“Where is this neutral
territory?”
“Roughly midway between
Independence Space and Federation territory, I'll have Jax send you
the exact coordinates. Stapes is hoping to enter into some tenuous
talks with an authorized representative he's managed to convince to
be there, as well, and unfortunately we'll have to stick around for
the duration, though I'm guessing it'd only be a matter of hours, not
days or anything. Skid will probably appreciate the extra time
she'll have to make repairs to the Enterprise anyways.”
“That's...good. And we'll get
paid as soon as the transfer is complete...?”
Kaz nodded as three ensigns came
into the office; one of them was pushing a hovercart loaded with
food, and as soon as he deactivated the temperature controls, he
began transferring used items from the table. The other two ensigns
had proceeded to the chair directly opposite of Kanor. One began
working on wiping it down, while the other produced what Kanor could
only assume was a molecular sanitizer and began methodically moving
it from top to bottom of the chair. The audible rumbling of Kanor's
stomachs made him switch his gaze from the ensigns to the food as it
was being laid out in front of them. He wasn't even sure what it all
was, but it smelled incredible.
“These eggs are from birds
native to the planet at Independence One, have great flavor. Those
are called Belgian waffles, from Earth. Jax has instructed the Chef
in how to make Trill-style pancakes-if you haven't had them before,
you should definitely try them out-there's some rare Tellarite
bacon...”
Kanor's eyes widened at the last.
“It's actually...!?”
Kaz, in the middle of grabbing
large amounts from multiple plates, chuckled and shook his head.
“Nonono...but they're
understandably...appalled at the idea of eating pork in their
culture, of course, when in fact they have some of the most naturally
flavorful, perfect meat-to-fat ratioed pork you'll EVER taste. Lets
just say I...helped set up a bit of an underground market flow from
one of their planets and make sure we're well stocked. Oh, and make
sure you have some of those biscuits with that jam; they're both made
right here on the Enterprise, incredible stuff.”
Kanor was taking Kaz's
suggestions, while also sampling some of the other dishes that had
been arrayed before them. They were huge serving dishes; he wasn't
sure how the two of them would ever be able to eat all of it, but he
realized, after he had heaped his plate to a precarious level, their
first pass had already taken a larger chunk out than he would have
thought. He glanced across the table to see the two ensigns
finishing up with the chair cleaning, and the other ensign was
putting out the last of the various condiments, extra napkins, and
additional eating utensils. Multiple large pitchers of liquid had
been placed near to Kaz and Kanor both, each with their own set. He
picked up the empty goblet that had been placed beside them and
decided to go with the amber-colored one, for starters. Kaz was
filling up his own goblet with a dark, steaming beverage of some kind
as he looked over at the crewmember who had brought the food.
“Thank you, Lorien. I'll let
you know if we need anything else; give Chef my regards.”
Kanor picked up one of the slabs
of Tellarite bacon, his eyes widening as he chewed his first bite of
the seasoned, perfectly crispy meat. He glanced over at Kaz as he
swallowed, licking his lips.
“You weren't kidding, that
is...superb. None of this is replicated, you have an actual kitchen
aboard?”
“I do. All made this morning,
and I make sure to keep Chef well supplied and very happy.”
The two of them proceeded to
devour their first plates, Kanor and Kaz both going back for more.
They exchanged a few comments here and there about the food as they
ate-Kanor had never even heard of a Deltan gnuberry, let alone
tranya-their work conversation had been mutually set aside in an
unspoken agreement so they could simply enjoy the feast. Kanor, who
hadn't really realized just how hungry he was or how long it had been
since he had last eaten until the aromas of the table titillated his
senses, found he was having to force himself to stop. Kaz, who had
been picking lightly at a partially eaten fruit of some kind, grinned
as he saw Kanor sit his fork down and lean back, his eyes widening as
he rested a hand on his stomach.
“Getting full?”
“Regrettably. This
was...immensely satisfying, thank you.” He reached for his goblet,
which he topped off with the last of his tranya. “So...payment. I
assume it won't be too much of a pain in the ass if I get my ship
transferred back to the shuttle bay so I can take off as soon as the
exchange is all complete?”
Kaz sat the fruit down and leaned
back in his chair, producing his package of cigarettes and the
lighter, pulling one out, placing it in his lips, and lighting the
tip. He inhaled deeply and slowly, closing his eyes for a brief
moment after he sat the small box and flame device within easy reach
on a clear spot on the table. The smoke lazily started creeping out
past his lips as he exhaled just as slowly, his eyelids raising as he
settled his gaze on Kanor.
“About that...”
Kanor's eyes narrowed, and he
felt a tenseness in his shoulders as he sat the tranya down, waiting
for Kaz to continue. Kaz, at least, was smart enough to read into
Kanor's physical cues immediately, and he shook his head a bit.
“Of course you'll be paid in
full, as we agreed upon, and I can absolutely have your ship
transferred up from the cargo bay, no problem. I mean the Enterprise
will be returning to Independent Space immediately afterwards. You'd
be welcome aboard during the trip, Kanor, as a guest. I've gathered
you're not exactly Mister Sociable, but still...I'd wager you've made
some friends aboard, and the Enterprise can not only fly much faster
than your ship, but you'll have a lot nicer accommodations for the
duration, too.”
“I...do appreciate the offer,
and you're right, on both accounts...”
Kaz took another pull from his
cigarette, quickly pushing a stream out of the corner of his mouth
before leaning forward a little.
“Let me be perfectly frank with
you, Kanor. You're clearly a very talented individual.”
“Thank you.”
“We discussed, when you first
came aboard, certain...problems that had been going on aboard the
Enterprise. Problems that, with your arrival, were rather neatly
taken care of, for the most part.”
“Your...extended meeting with
Stapes would seem to indicate otherwise.”
Kaz waved his cigarette-holding
hand dismissively.
“Oh that'll never go away,
really. That's something else entirely; and, I won't lie, something
I actually enjoy and play into at times.” A brief pained
expression flitted over Kaz's features, though it was quickly
suppressed. “It...occasionally spills over places I don't expect,
but generally, I'm...truly trying to make a more positive
difference.” He shook his head. “All that aside, though.
Currently, things aboard the Enterprise are mostly how I would prefer
them to be, with the exception of one small problem.”
“The crewmembers in your main
sickbay, including your Chief Medical officer?”
“All recovering; Marcie woke up
during the night and should be discharged by now, if things went as
Doctor Malen expected. No, I'm talking about my Chief of Security.
I need one. An above-average one, as we've been getting along with a
grossly sub-par waste of space for so long.”
Kanor eyes widened as Kaz so
casually informed him Marcie was not only awake, but apparently doing
well enough to be discharged from Sickbay. He was so taken aback, in
fact, he didn't realize at first Kaz had stopped talking and was
looking at him expectantly.
“I'm...I'm sorry, what?”
“I'd like to hire you.
Permanently; or at least as long as you'd like to make a contract.
Have you join the Enterprise crew as her new Chief of Security;
complete with full officer grade percentage of pay from all of our
jobs, as well as full benefits and access to ship and even fleet
facilities, which would include a berth and materials provided, of
course.”
Kanor blinked a few times as he
mentally switched gears, trying to focus on the conversation at hand
and not the corridor he wanted to be walking down to board the
turbolift down to where Marcie's quarters were right beside his own.
A job, Kaz was offering him a job.
“But...that'd necessitate a
joining of this Independence group thing, wouldn't it?”
“It would, but...you'd be
aboard Enterprise. Working with people you're already used to
working with, and-I'm guessing-raking in a lot more credits than you
would on your own. I think we can both agree you meshed well with
the crew, Kanor. Hell, even Selorus made a comment in one of his
damnable reports that he found your performance 'impressive', and
that's saying something coming from him. You have skills we could
use, and we have resources you don't.”
Kanor frowned. Sure, he'd...had
some interesting developments with members of the Enterprise during
this mission, but...joining them? The Hunt was his; he took the jobs
he wanted, when he needed them, and completed them his way. He
didn't have to report to anyone, or worry about what Anonymous
Crewperson One was doing. And sure, he'd met some competent people
aboard the Enterprise he actually had a grudging respect for; there
were also other people he'd have to work with, like the person who
had been sitting across from where he was now mere hours ago.
“I...appreciate the off...”
Kaz cut him off, pulling the
cigarette from his lips while smoke wisped out behind it.
“No need to decide now. We've
got a journey ahead of ourselves before we finish this job anyways,
and I understand there's a lot to take in. Just...think about it.
Yeah, Stapes is...well, we don't really need to elaborate there. I
get reservations you might have off of that alone, but...it's a
decent paying job, doing pretty much the same thing you're already
doing anyways.”
“Except for now, when I take a
job, I don't have to split that reward...however many ways. I get it
all. And if it's a job I don't like, I don't take it. I don't have
to worry about some supervisor breathing down my neck.”
“As Chief of Security, you'd
report to myself, and Skid. Though she's transitioning out of the
role of first officer, admittedly. Still...you've seen the way my
crew is, you know there wouldn't be supervisors 'breathing down your
neck'.”
“Stapes would never decide
to...oh, I dunno, demand I salute him some random time he decides to
step aboard?”
Kaz snorted.
“He rarely steps aboard my
ship. The only reason he has lately is I've essentially forced him
to. Yes, there would be other officers in the Fleet who would
technically outrank you and could order you to do something; not
following it being a breach of your contract. However, said people
are also busy doing their own things, and you'd rarely have to
interact with them at all. I doubt you'd even meet all of them.”
“Still.”
“Well, I'm not trying to cloud
things for you at all. Yes, that would be different.
However...think about your credit situation now. You get all of a
job's payout, sure. But how many of those jobs would you have to
take to equal...say, this job, alone, even? Obviously your take here
is larger than you'd get as an officer, but you get what I'm saying.
I'm sure you take some enjoyment in what you do, but you didn't get
into the bounty and freelance business out of sheer joy. It's a job
you can do well and get paid enough so you can live off of. You
increase that amount, though, and...you can start getting things
moving. You can do things in a lot quicker of a timetable than you
would have had before, not to mention the resource wealth you'd have
access to through Independent Fleet channels. Plus, you wouldn't
have to worry about paying all those fees that are just a part of
operating. Docking fees, hotels, information searching, ship
maintenance? You'd increase your profit margin.”
Kanor glanced at his goblet of
tranya, swirling the liquid around in it for a bit. There was a
project he'd been agonizingly slowly making steps towards for years;
that would be able to take a huge leap forward, to say nothing of his
ongoing work with Cypher.
“Just...let me know before we
get to the rendezvous tomorrow, that's all. Or feel free to stay
aboard while we travel back to Independent Space and think about it
more.”
Kaz took one last pull from his
cigarette, then put it out in the remains of one of his dishes, right
where a small pile of ash had been deposited. He pushed his chair
back from the table and got to his feet, a weary smile crossing his
features.
“Have you ever heard of Earth's
JJ Cale?”
“Erm...no. You know, in my
short time here, I've noticed you seem to be quite obsessed with
Earth for a Metron...”
Kaz chuckled heartily at that
one.
“Well honestly, I've been
obsessed with humanity and Earth for longer than I was a part of the
Consortium, and purely by chance. It's what happens when you
encounter a being so full of life and forging a legend they don't
even realize yet.”
“I...see.”
Kaz started to step away from the
table and crossed over towards his desk in the center of the room.
Kanor had a vivid image of Sh'lan's corpse flopped on the floor,
Munson on guard at the door, Marcie walking through for the very
first time...
“C'mon. Before I send you out
of here so I can hopefully go to my quarters and sleep like the dead,
I've got to play you this first.”
*************
Kanor made sure he got an empty
turbolift car and it was underway before he spoke to Cypher.
“Remind me to look into some of
these performers Kaz seems...obsessed with. They're certainly not
like the human music I've heard before.”
“Added. Kanor, t....”
“That was unexpected. A job.
What are your thoughts on that?”
Cypher seemed to pause a moment,
making Kanor wonder if she was doing that as a learned trait she had
picked up from people, or if she was genuinely pausing to...what,
reflect, process? She had a processing capability on par with a
starship's computer, possibly even better, really. The silence
stretched out longer than he thought it could, and as the turbolift
slowed to a stop, he glanced around to ensure no one was nearby when
the doors opened before prompting again.
“Are you okay?”
“I am...unsure how to respond.”
A corner of his mouth tugged up
as he walked down the corridor to his quarters. He let her have some
time to elaborate before he pushed more.
“Explain.”
“I...do not think I have the
proper information to form a satisfactory response to your inquiry.”
His grin expanded, amused by this
difficulty she was having, even as he empathized with her dilemma.
The doors to his quarters whisked open silently.
“Well, you...”
Cypher interrupted him, which was
unusual in of itself; the tone of her voice, however, was
also...urgent.
“Kanor, I attempted to inf...”
He stopped abruptly after passing
the replicator, in the doorway to the main living area. Marcie was
sitting in the chair directly across from him, over by the bed. She
was sitting in the dark, nothing lighting the room except the star's
illumination outside the window, but he could tell it was her. Her
legs were pulled up off of the floor, her arms wrapped around them as
she rested her chin on her knees. She glanced up as he entered.
“Marcie!”
“Hey...”
He was across the room before he
really thought about what he was doing, scooping her up in his arms
and lifting her right up out of the chair, hugging her to his chest.
He had to remind himself not to be too enthusiastic-he wasn't really
sure if she had any sort of physical frailties.
“Kaz just told me you were
released this morning...how are you feeling, what happened?”
She was silent for a few moments,
simply resting her head against his chest as she shifted a bit and
maneuvered her arms around his neck. Her legs hung limply down the
front of his body.
“Um...lights...?”
The lights came on in his
quarters, finally illuminating the room and his visitor. She was out
of uniform, wearing some sort of soft, loose fitting clothes that
seemed very comfortable, at least. Her hair was a mess, her eyes
somewhat...dazed, with dark circles ringing their sockets.
“They're not sure, I
just...woke up, I guess. Almost like a coma, though...that wasn't
it. I'm tired, and...I feel weird. My head hurts.”
She was speaking more softly than
she normally did, and Kanor's brow furrowed as she went on. There
was an odd detached-like sound to her voice. Something else seemed
to be disturbing him, too, though he couldn't quite place it.
“I woke up, and was immediately
cognizant of my surroundings, where and who I was. Not a coma, yet
definitely wasn't just asleep, either. They monitored an extreme
amount of neural activity, but I don't remember anything that
happened, wasn't aware of what was going on around me. I'm not
cleared for duty, of course, but...physically, I seem to be fine.
Headache could be stress, tension. Unclear.”
Kanor sat her feet back down on
the floor so she was standing in front of him, his arms remaining
loosely around her. She seemed to be staring at his chest, her hands
simply resting against the material of his jumpsuit.
“Is it okay for you to be up
and around, though...? Should you be sleeping, or...I don't know,
something?”
She shook her head, still not
meeting his gaze.
“That's why I came here, to
sleep. But I couldn't do it. I'm not tired, not really. My brain
doesn't seem to want to stop.” She paused, finally lifting her
head up to look up at him, tilting it to the side a bit as her eyes
narrowed. “This isn't right. You're an asshole.”
Kanor's face jumped, as if she
had slapped him. Simultaneously, she shrugged off his suddenly limp
arms and stepped back away from him, staring at him blankly. Her
arms seemed to wrap around her own torso, a curiously blank look on
her face. He blinked stupidly at her, completely at a loss as to
what to do, how to respond, still trying to process what she had just
said, her flat, emotionless proclamation. She stepped further back,
her gaze never wavering from him, until she stood in the entryway to
the vestibule, where he had stopped mere moments before. He saw the
pale, delicate flesh of her throat ripple as she swallowed audibly,
her lips curling into her own mouth. She spoke, and her voice was
even softer yet, quavering, higher pitched than normal.
“Do you remember what I said
the first time we met?”
Kanor found his throat
inexplicably raw; tight, difficult to force words out. What was
going on? He stubbornly pushed until he discovered speech again.
“....you...you like milk
chocolate...”
She nodded slowly, and Kanor
thought for sure he saw liquid beginning to pool in her eyes.
“And...?”
His eyes started to burn, the
sight of her starting to blur for some reason. He blinked multiple
times, attempting to wrap his brain around what was going on. He was
so, so clever...why was he having difficulty with this? His head
crinkled even more in concentration, his chest pushing the words out
once he managed to flail about in his memory enough to recall.
“And...and that I should...take
it...would be good for me or something...”
Marcie's mouth pulled up in the
briefest, tiniest of smiles as she sniffled, nodding her head.
Another step further back.
“Klerac would be proud.”
Kanor looked at her
incredulously, but she didn't give him an opportunity to react
further. She was lifting her right hand up in the air, spreading it
open between the middle and ring fingers, the pinkie and index
fingers pressed tightly against their neighboring digits as her thumb
jutted out perpendicular to her palm. A salute he knew all too well.
“Live long and prosper.”
And with that, she turned and
walked out.
Kanor went to sit down, but it
was more like falling onto the bed. His eyes widened as he continued
staring at the doorway, unable to process what the fuck had just
happened.
*************
“Kanor.”
He blinked, his eyes focusing
upon where the ceiling became the top edge of the windows over his
bed. The streaking lights of the stars passing by had been burned
into his retinas, so that even when he closed his eyelids, he could
see a starfield. He realized he had been re-experiencing his...brush
with the Bender's mind. He thought he had finally shaken off all the
weird echoes of it, but could still hear the alien voice echoing in
his head, over and over, like a mantra, “alone, all alone”.
Cypher repeated herself.
“Kanor.”
“What?”
“You have been immobile for an
extended duration of time, and have not responded to multiple
attempts to get your attention.”
“...there were so many things
not right in that conversation.”
“Other than the Doctor knowing
your father's name, despite having never been told, I did not
register anything else that was 'not right'. Her use of the Vulcan
salute, while peculiar, isn't indicative of a problem, based on the
parameters I've established so far.”
Kanor sat up in his bed, his eyes
narrowing as he felt...just off the cusp of grasping something
elusive. Some detail.
“It's a fairly well known
Vulcan custom, but...we've never exchanged it before. She's never
shown any sort of...proclivity for it, either. It may not have been
'indicative of a problem', but...it was definitely very
uncharacteristic of her. And on top of everything else...I mean, she
said 'Klerac' as if she were...familiar with it somehow. Not like it
was her first time saying it.”
“She was just released from a
undefined coma-like state for several hours, and did indicate she was
not feeling herself. Also, I might add she has always had multiple
unnatural qualities...”
Kanor's eyes widened.
“That...tingle, that spark.
When we touch. It wasn't there this time.”
“You have mentioned this in the
past, but I have as of yet been unable to witness or record it in any
measurable fashion.”
Kanor got up to his feet,
excited.
“Yes, but that doesn't mean it
wasn't ever there. I've gotten so used to it, I almost forgot it,
but...not once. Not once during that entire interaction did I ever
feel it; it's normally every single time we touch, period.”
Cypher was silent for a few
moments as Kanor paced back and forth beside the bed, chewing on his
lower lip.
“I fail to see how this has any
relevance.”
“Something is off, Cypher.
Whatever happened aboard that Bender ship.”
“Kanor, isn't it...within the
realm of possibility that you are having an emotional response to the
derogatory term Doctor O'Neil applied to you?”
Kanor stopped, frowning up at the
ceiling for a moment as the look on Marcie's face when she looked up
at him and said that flashed in his mind. Again.
“Of course I am, Cypher. But
I'm not trying to...make myself feel better. Factually, something is
wrong. Too many odd coincidences and uncharacteristic behavior.
I...I can deal with her just...not wanting to be around me anymore,
if that's all it was. But I don't think it is.”
Kanor pulled out his communicator
and activated it.
“Kanor to Doctor O'Neil.”
The communicator chirped it's
normal response, then made a negative flat sound. She had responded
by ending the transmission.
“Dammit all to Gre'thor...”
“If she is unwilling to talk to
you, what do you plan on doing next?”
He looked towards the vestibule
where she had stood, reliving the last moments he had seen her, heard
her voice speaking to him, perhaps for the final time.
“Do you remember what I said
the first time we met?”
Interspersed with this memory was
that first meeting, the way she had walked into Kaz's office as he
waited on the floor, almost like the door was a window letting in a
breath of fresh, planetside air. Even then, she had seemed so
confident they were friends, that they had a connection.
“You...you like milk
chocolate...and...and that I should...take it...”
Kanor felt his throat
constricting again as he saw that sad, bittersweet smile. He held
his communicator up, still staring at the vestibule entryway.
“Kanor to Kaz.”
There was a momentary delay, then
the communicator prompted him to repeat himself.
“Kanor to Kaz.”
The communicator finally chirped
in the affirmative, then a groggy, exhausted voice came through.
“Yuhhn?”
“Sign me up.”
{{Again, I'll post the final two pages-the epilogue-later. I knew very early on this was not going to be something I'd be telling with these characters in a single book. Too much I wanted to do here. However, I will be returning and picking up with all those loose plot threads you're probably groaning about after my next planned project. And yes, I do have a definitive idea of where this is all going!}}
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
[[Excruciating. Think that about sums up the writing of this chapter. For those curious, there will be one other chapter, aiming to be out within the next month, and an epilogue. New project already lined up after that, though I will be going back to edit this and trim a lot of fat out.]]
“It's
an act of war, Kaz. It's as simple as that.”
Kanor
could practically hear Kaz's teeth grinding together as his jaw
clenched tightly in frustration.
“And
genocide is the answer?!”
“They
should have considered that before they imprisoned one of our ships
and held an esteemed Commodore of the Independence Fleet and his crew
captive.”
“We
weren't held captive; they simply wanted the research, but couldn't
communicate it to us. We're all fine, that's nothing to drag the
entire Fleet into a war over!”
“Believe
me, we're going to have a good long conversation concerning your
decision to simply give them a copy of that research in a more
private meeting. As it is, I'm en route aboard the Independence with
the rest of the First Squadron to take care of this personally.
Captain Somers has reported he believes heavier firepower will solve
the issue.”
Kaz
vehemently said something Kanor couldn't recognize and the universal
translator didn't seem to pick up; he assumed it was some sort of
curse. The Metron took a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a
moment, before clasping his hands behind his back and looking back to
the viewscreen.
“Admiral...Andy...this
has all been a misunderstanding. I know you want to make sure the
rest of the galaxy doesn't just...write us off as some sort of small
ragtime team of nobodies. But this isn't the way. These people
aren't even a part of the galactic community as we know it, and...”
Stapes
cut Kaz off in a clipped, firm tone, making sure to emphasize Kaz's
rank. He must not have appreciated Kaz trying to bring the issue to
a more personal level.
“On
the contrary, Commodore, I believe this is the perfect opportunity to
establish ourselves as a serious presence in the galactic community,
and seeing as how I am the founder and Admiral of this Fleet, I do
believe that makes it MY call. These Benders will be the biggest
discovery since the Bajoran wormhole, and it will be ours and ours
alone. We'll be arriving within the hour, at which point you and
your crew will assist us in sanitizing the Bender vessel. Stapes
out.”
Jax
snorted.
“'Sanitizing'...as
if calling it something other than murder makes it more palatable.”
“While
the entire First Squadron is formidable, I do not believe the whole
Independence Fleet is even capable of disabling the ship, let alone
subduing it in any fashion.”
Kaz
shook his head at Selorus' observation.
“I
believe you, Selorus. Unfortunately, Stapes is obsessed with
legitimizing the Independence Fleet, and isn't going to let a
'trivial' thing such as extinction of an entire culture slow him down
at all.” His brow furrowed as he continued staring at the
viewscreen, where the five Independent vessels had just finished
another strafing run along the length of the Bender's ship. The
giant tendrils had stopped their movement, resuming their position
“trailing” behind the central ring of the vessel, as they were
when the Enterprise had first encountered it. It had, as of yet,
done nothing in response to the attacks Somers and his group were
conducting.
“Jax,
intercept course on the Courageous. Do your best to keep us
inbetween the Independent vessels and the Bender ship. Kanor, fire a
warning shot across the bow of the Courageous as soon as we're in
range.”
Kanor's
eyebrows rose up at Kaz's command, but he nonetheless focused on the
tactical console and waited for Jax to bring the Enterprise within
range. He found it a bit odd not a single protest was spoken by the
Enterprise's crew at Kaz's orders. They were firing on their own
fleet; surely to be considered a treasonous act. Kanor took a moment
to glance at the faces of everyone on the bridge. A corner of Jax's
mouth was upturned in a grin, but otherwise, everyone
seemed...determined. And calm. Kaz had given them a course of
action, and they were following it through. They knew what it meant.
One of the turbolift doors had swished open and Skid had stepped
onto the bridge, making her way to the Engineering console with only
a resolute nod exchanged with Kaz as he gave his orders. Not even
the redhead was arguing. Kanor's eyes diverted back to his tactical
screen as it made a short beep of their range to the Courageous. His
fingers moved over the controls, tracking the movement of the
Defiant-class vessel, her snub nose leading the charge...
Twin
scarlet beams of light flashed through space directly in the
Courageous' path, causing the vessel to veer sharply to port and
roll, trying to present a narrower target to this unexpected attack.
The rest of the Independent vessels broke off, as well, though they
were a bit sluggish in their response-time. Kanor noted the
Enterprise's phasers were a couple of degrees off where they should
have been targeting; plus, the convergence point for the individual
phaser banks could be a lot narrower and, therefore, more precise.
He'd have to speak with Munson about correcting that.
“Courageous
is hailing us.”
Kaz
smirked, and turned to sit down in his chair, lifting his right leg
to cross over his left.
“Well,
imagine that. Someone is suddenly wanting to talk. Onscreen.”
“Are
you fucking out of your MIND!? I sure as hell hope your tactical
officer made some sort of error when they went to target that alien
piece of...”
“On
the contrary, Somers, while my current tactical officer is...new to
the position, he fired exactly where I told him to. If you insist on
continuing to assail the Benders, you will find the Enterprise more
than willing to get in your way.”
Somers
eyes narrowed, the red in his face only darkening at Kaz's flippant
response.
“Ohhh
I've always wanted a reason to send your ancient relic of a ship
limping back to Independence One, Kaz...I just never thought you'd be
so stupid as to throw down while I outnumber you five to one.”
Kaz
laughed-a genuine, rolling sound of amusement-before clapping his
hands on his knees and leaning forward in his chair, grinning from
ear to ear.
“Somers,
you silly boy. You're the one who's outnumbered. Do you want me to
wait for the rest of the First Squadron to arrive to help you before
I make you dirty your diaper?”
Te'ara
giggled as Somers ended the communication, and Kaz, still grinning,
called out towards him.
“Kanor,
as much as I'd love to tell you to fire at will, make sure you shoot
to disable, not to destroy. Weapons, engines, power-however you'd
like.”
Kanor
grunted. He could account and correct for the poor calibrations of
the Enterprise's weapons, he thought, but it was still a tall order
to ask. Jax had sent the Enterprise into a seemingly erratic pattern
of movement as soon as the transmission with the Courageous had
ended, and Kanor watched as the five ships in Somers' attack group
reoriented themselves to face off against the Enterprise. His eyes
narrowed as he paid attention to their movements, looking for
predictable patterns, a chance to take any advantage that might
present itself. His eyes fell on the two B'rel class ships more than
the rest; he was the most familiar with them, and would recognize
issues more readily...
There.
He had noted the sluggish reaction Somers' group of ships had in
response to the Enterprise's warning shot. This Bird-of-Prey,
however, was truly maneuvering poorly; the normally agile vessel made
awful port maneuvers. Not enough to affect combat performance per
se, but recognizable as a flaw if one was familiar enough with the
ship's average handling. Perhaps it was a sensor issue, perhaps a
structural integrity problem...it could even simply be a poor pilot.
Or it could be a problem with the power distribution.
The
Enterprise was engaged in full-on combat with the five vessels; the
sounds of blows to their shields, shudders in the deck plating, and
minute dips in the inertial dampers compensating for Jax's quick
maneuvers all background sensations experienced starship crews
thoughtlessly tuned out to perform their duties. Shield percentages
dropped on both sides, though the Enterprise's was understandably
dwindling faster; despite Jax's best efforts to avoid incoming fire,
the Enterprise was simply too big to outmaneuver the five ships built
for quick hit-and-run tactics. Kanor was firing the phasers when and
where the most opportune moments were, sometimes missing, more often
hitting, and occasionally firing a torpedo when it would do the most
damage. He was focusing mostly on getting that B'rel's port, largely
tuning out a lot of the orders flying back and forth from Kaz to the
crew. His instruments showed a dip in the Enterprise's power as a
tractor beam was activated, but he largely ignored the debris
trailing behind the ship because Jax was bringing them along on a
vector that would provide the perfect shot against that B'rel, as
well as the other Bird-of-Prey and the Akira-class vessel just
beyond. Firing a torpedo, he grinned as the sluggish ship abruptly
wavered upon impact, the lights of her engines sputtering out as it
started to drift out of control. His eyes shot up, however, as a
veritable wave of small asteroids slammed into the remaining B'rel
and her Akira companion immediately afterwards, the shield indicators
for each ship on his instruments disappearing entirely.
“Kanor!”
Kanor
reacted instinctively to Kaz's shout from the center chair, quickly
firing their phasers at the exposed vessels. The second B'rel
immediately became dead in space, their engines incapacitated
immediately by his shot. The Akira tumbled for a bit, but recovered
as some backup systems most likely kicked in; Kanor noted the ship
veering away from the Enterprise at a much slower speed, though. The
Enterprise shuddered as the Courageous and the remaining Romulan
interceptor hammered at their exposed flank.
“Where
the hell did those rocks come from?”
Kaz
had a bit of a smirk on his face when Kanor spore a moment to glance
over at the center chair, where Kaz had leapt to his feet at some
point.
“Little
thing I like to call 'shooting marbles', Kanor. Temporarily
overwhelms their shields. Excellent work, by the way. That gave us
some breathing room, I think. Status?”
Kanor
shook his head as he glanced over his instruments.
“Shields
at thirty-nine percent.”
“Main
engineering has been taking the most hits; there was a brief fire in
Jefferies tubes ten and eleven, but they're taken care of. Chelsea
Boys have it under control down there.” Skid added.
Kaz
nodded, his hands reaching behind his waist to clasp together.
“Drei...?”
Drei
pressed a few buttons on his console, then nodded.
“What
was that you were saying about five to one, again, Somers?”
“Dammit,
Kaz, you...”
Drei
cut the link in mid-sentence, and Kaz grinned ferally.
“I
do believe someone out there insulted our Lady...focus on the
Courageous.”
“Aye
SIR.”
The
glee in Jax's voice was rather infectious; Kanor felt himself getting
excited about giving the smug, arrogant Somers a bloody nose as the
Enterprise doggedly pursued the snub-nosed vessel. Shots were
exchanged between the two ships, the Courageous and the Enterprise
vying for better positioning. The Courageous was more nimble, but
the Enterprise wouldn't be deterred. Jax always seemed to be one
step ahead; and between Kanor firing the phasers when the Courageous
tried to get too far out of the way, and Jax's impeccable
maneuvering, the smaller vessel couldn't shake her relentless
pursuer. Even when the Courageous sought to loop back towards the
Enterprise, Jax, almost as if he were expecting the maneuver, had the
Enterprise beneath the Courageous as the other ship repositioned to
the Enterprise's previous vector. Kanor remembered, suddenly, how
the Courageous' pilot had damaged the docking port at the
Independence One space station due to a very simplistic and foolish
error; their lacking piloting skill was apparent even in combat, it
would seem. The Romulan interceptor, once the crew realized their
commander's ship was the main target, did their best to interfere,
but was largely ignored.
“That's
right, Somers, whose 'relic' is knocking on your do...”
“There
is an energy surge building in the Bender ship!”
Selorus'
exclamation cut Kaz's gleeful muttering short just moments before the
viewscreen was lit up with bright lances of purple-hued light. The
Enterprise lurched as Jax altered their vector drastically, and
Kanor's eyes shifted to the ship's shield readout; their ventral,
starboard, and port shields were all glowing with fresh, powerful
hits.
“HolyfookinbloodyMotherofallthatisholy!”
“Report!”
“The
Bender ship has fired multiple shots into the field! Not as powerful
as their single, already witnessed blast, but significantly more
impactful than normal phasers or disruptors. Courageous has suffered
a direct hit, but is still mobile. The Bleeding Wind....”
Another
flare of light lit up the viewscreen, and Kanor looked up in time to
see one of the Birds-of-Prey exploding, pieces of familiar
green-painted hull flying in multiple directions. The light faded
quickly as the vacuum of space claimed new inhabitants.
“...suffering
a warp core breakdown.” Selorus paused, fingers tapping over his
console before he added. “I detect no survivors.”
Kaz
had resumed his seat in the Captain's chair at some point, his lap
and thigh restraints in place, his jaw flexing.
“No
lifepods launched...?”
“Negative.
They were directly hit by the Benders; the warp core failure
was...swift.”
Drei
spoke up from Communications.
“Incoming
hail, Courageous.”
“Onscreen.”
Alarm
klaxons were sounding in the background of the Courageous' bridge,
now. Kanor saw two crewmembers behind Somers spraying one of their
comrades down as he rolled, screaming in agony, on the deck, flames
from what Kanor guessed to be a plasma leak engulfing his body.
“Dammit,
Kaz, this is on YOUR head!”
“Incoming!”
Selorus called out.
Jax
shouted right over the tail end of Selorus.
“Hold
on to something!”
The
Enterprise lurched to one side, her overhead lights flaring bright,
dimming, then gradually growing back to their standard battle-level
of brightness.
“Courageous
is firing phasers...!”
“Are
you SER...”
The
Enterprise shook under a volley of phaser fire from the Courageous,
and Kanor instinctively returned fire, though missed. Skid chimed in
from the Engineering console, almost a snarl.
“We
can't take on the two of them AND those blasted spooky buggers!”
Selorus
jumped in.
“Sir,
the Bold's engines were disabled by our earlier exchange. The
Bender's first volley was merely a glancing blow, but the last was a
direct hit. I do not believe they will survive the current...”
Kaz
interrupted him before he could finish.
“Jax,
intercept course to the Bold!”
On
the viewscreen, the Courageous flew past them, their newest phaser
barrage narrowly being avoided; Enterprise's rear shields flared up
on Kanor's panel as the Romulan interceptor flew over them from the
opposite direction.
“Easier
said than done, Kaz...!”
Jax's
teeth were gritted tightly as he kept his eyes on his instruments,
spotted hands darting over his controls as Te'ara muttered beside
him, presumably working with him. Kanor did his best to fire at the
two Independence ships that kept harrying them, focusing more on
deterring them from getting good attack vectors than striking hits.
It looked like Jax was attempting to send them towards the drifting
outline of the Klingon Bird-of-Prey, the Bold, but the Courageous and
Romulan ship were not making it easy. The Bender ship was
periodically blasting out swaths of energized death, sometimes
slamming into the Enterprise's withering shields. Skid was cursing
prolifically; or at least more so than she usually did, but Jax was
clearly doing the best he could. Kanor watched as the inert Bold was
hit yet again; it merely clipped them, but visible hunks of hull and
armor plating went spiraling. Kanor thought he saw signs of leaking
atmosphere.
“The
Bold will not survive another hit.”
“Te'ara!”
The
Andorian's antennae were nearly lying flat back against her pure
white, puffy hair as she responded to Kaz's curt address.
“...in
tractor range in...one hundred seventy-five...ninety...”
A
blue beam of light shot out on the viewscreen and surrounded the Bold
as the Enterprise flew by, and Kanor felt the deck plating vibrate
beneath his boots. The entire ship shuddered abruptly, his shield
monitor flaring up on the starboard and port sides. He watched the
port side shields crumble and fall entirely. Then the Enterprise
screeched, the deck rumbled beneath him, and a panel behind Kanor
exploded, showering the area behind him with sparks as jagged pieces
of an Engineering readout display spewed out past the circular
railing to hit the flooring in front of Te'ara and tumble a few feet.
Skid's console screeched out multiple alarms before she swiftly shut
them off.
“Bloody
torpedo hit from the Courageous!”
Kanor,
unfazed by the destroyed panel chimed in, as well.
“The
Benders hit our shields on the opposite side simultaneously. Shields
are failing...”
Kaz
snarled.
“Drei!”
Drei
seemed to know what Kaz was going to order before he had spoken, as
he immediately responded.
“Onscreen!”
“Somers,
you ass! Do you not recognize a rescue mission when you see one!?”
Somers'
face came back on their viewscreen in the small window in the corner,
his eyes smoldering with bitter hatred. A medical team was in view
behind him zipping up a body bag amidst a blackened, glistening stain
on the deck.
“Hiding
behind hostages now, Kaz? I expected better of yo...”
Kaz's
voice overrode Somers like a furious parent disciplining a petulant
child; tightly controlled anger held back by sheer force of will,
brooking no argument or discussion. Absolute authority stating what
was going to happen.
“Your
task force is in a shambles, and under attack by a superior force. A
force threatening to destroy more than the one ship that's been lost
already. You disengage, protect and assist your own!”
Somers
looked like he was actually considering interrupting Kaz at one
point, but proved he had a small grasp of the situation, finally, and
remained silent. Selorus interrupted.
“The
Benders are firing yet again...!”
The
crew on each side of the viewscreen took a moment while they evaded
the deadly fire, though Kanor noted Kaz's gaze never let Somers go.
Somers glanced down at a control console before finally responding to
Kaz's expectant silence in the aftermath of the Bender's volley.
“Courageous
is badly damaged, but we are warp capable.” There were a few
moments of terse silence, Somers lips tightening into a grimace
before he finally pushed out the next few words as if his entire
being resisted them. “Ordering Fierce Talon to stand down. We
await...your...orders.”
“Orders”
was practically spit towards Kaz, though Somers refused to lift his
gaze to the Metron.
Kaz
continued glaring at Somers for a couple more seconds, but then
glanced down to his left, his fingers rapidly typing in something on
his chair console.
“Have
the rest of your group rendezvous at these coordinates; Enterprise
will tow the Bold there, where we'll all await the arrival of the
First Squadron.”
Somers'
head snapped up, his eyes incredulous.
“We
can't let those...!”
“Dammit,
Somers! Do you REALLY think we stand a chance against their ship,
even if we WERE all at full strength, which we CLEARLY aren't?”
Somers
growled, and the transmission abruptly ended.
Kaz
sighed, glancing over at Skid.
“Please
tell me you can give me warp power?”
“Think
I'd take warp power over all this bashing dancing around we've been
doin! We're not exactly in a bloody condition to tow the Bold all
the way back to Independence One. As it is, I need to get down to
Engineering to throw some gum around and hope it keeps things
together...!”
“That's
why I'm hoping the Benders don't follow us to these coordinates,
Skid, because I don't want another ship lost in this fiasco.”
“Another
energy surge from the Bender vessel...”
The
Enterprise maneuvered valiantly, but the ship shuddered as one of the
Bender's beams glanced along what remained of their shields. Selorus
gave an update on the situation without being asked.
“The
Fierce Talon has sustained damage, but is engaging their warp
drive...now.”
Kanor
watched the Romulan ship warp away, followed closely by the even more
battered Akira-class vessel, then the Courageous.
“Coordinates
laid in.”
Kaz
sighed deeply, lifting a hand to rub at the Bender-blocking device
still resting over his head.
“Get
us out of here, Jax.”
*************
“The
Bender ship has left the system. Based off of what we have witnessed
before, I would speculate they have engaged their faster-than-light
travel capabilities, however that may operate.”
The
Enterprise, the Bold in tow, had rendezvoused with the rest of the
Independent ships at the specified coordinates, and had been
attempting to make hurried repairs as they all nervously monitored
the Bender ship, at the edge of their long-range sensors, for
pursuit. Skid had left the bridge to jump into the fray down in
Engineering (muttering something about hurrying to get HAL offline),
but the rest of the bridge crew had remained at their posts. Kanor
had spent the time trying to gauge exactly how he could tweak the
Enterprise's weapons to perform better, though it was mostly to keep
himself awake, and divert his attention from thoughts about Marcie.
At Selorus' announcement, a previously unnoticed tension in the air
seemed to relax, almost as if they had all let loose a collective
sigh of relief. Kaz disengaged his lap and thigh restraints and
stood up.
“Drei,
let Somers know we will remain here until the arrival of Admiral
Stapes. Under no circumstances will we allow anyone from any of his
group to board the Enterprise, unless it is due to a medical
emergency and necessity.” He paused a moment, mulling something
over. “Also, let him know as soon we are able, we would be happy
to extend any additional aid they may require.”
“Aye
aye.”
“I'll
be in my office. You have the bridge, Jax.”
Kanor
glanced over at the Trill, whose back seemed to have gotten
straighter as Kaz turned to head towards the turbolift. Kanor mulled
over the situation briefly, tapped a command to place the Tactical
terminal in stand-by, and got up from the chair, struggling around
the curve of the bridge towards the turbolift Kaz was entering while
attempting to cover the screaming protest his body was giving him.
Jax glanced over at Kanor and frowned, appearing as if he were about
to say something, but a glance towards Kaz silenced him. Kaz had
stopped the turbolift doors from shutting as he waited for Kanor
wordlessly.
“That
was...unexpected.”
The
turbolift doors swished shut as Kaz twisted the handle and set the
car going; Kanor leaned against the wall of the car, scrutinizing the
emotions going over Kaz's face, though the Metron was reining them
in.
“I
should have known Stapes would freak the fuck out once communication
was severed. Somers being in charge of that task force shadowing us
was a specifically chosen barb in my side, as well.”
“...are
the two of you always at each others throats?”
Kaz
didn't respond any further, his eyes staring at the turbolift doors.
In the silence, the barely discernible hum of the lift slowed to a
halt as they reached their destination and the doors parted. Kanor
wondered if the loss of the Bloody Wind and her crew weighed on Kaz's
mind; his frankly treasonous acts beforehand hadn't appeared to
bother him at all, so that couldn't be it.
“I'm
heading to my office, Kanor. Stapes and his fleet will be here too
damn soon, which will be followed by what I'm sure will be one hell
of a conversation between the Admiral and myself. Come to my office
after dinner; we'll need to work out the details of your payment.”
“We're
going to get the Federation their package and collect that bounty,
finally?”
“Inevitably;
that's what all this has been about, right?”
Kaz
stepped through the open doors and started heading down the corridor,
producing one of those cigarettes and immediately lighting it, not
even waiting for a response.
“I'll...be
there.”
The
turbolift doors closed, and the car remained still for a moment until
he realized he had not given the computer a destination. He mulled
over the hours he had until this meeting with Kaz after dinner. He
wanted to go visit Marcie, but...he needed sleep. Badly. He gripped
one of the control rods lining the turbolift's walls in a ring and
gave it a twist.
“Deck
five.”
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