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.”