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Star
Traks: Next Frontier
“Risk
Factor”
By
Cory Parker
“Captain’s log, stardate
53785.9. For the past two weeks, we
have been parked outside the asteroid belt in the Tau Gamma Epsilon system, an
uninhabited section of Sector 66-F.
We’ve received word from our good buddy Admiral Crane that Starfleet
Command; indeed, the Federation Council are very pleased with our work out
here. Looks like we’ve managed to do
more good than bad here. So far, at
least.”
“You really don’t have to do this,
you know,” said Mennol as he slid the black knight forward on the game
board.
“I know, I know. It’s just that Sickbay can be so boring
sometimes, with no injuries or mysterious illnesses running around,” answered
Clinton as he moved his white rook to counter the black knight, taking Mennol’s
piece out of the game.
“Chess with a Betazoid, you must be
bored.” Mennol chuckled and grabbed
his queen, and placed it down on the opposite side of the board, placing
Clinton in check. The Betazoid smiled
and leaned back. “So, any work from
Halloway on what’s to be done with me?”
“He’s been talking with Crane about
a great many things, you included, these past few days. You’re cooperation is being taken into
account.”
“Glad to hear it. You going to move anytime soon, or shall I
move for you?” Clinton shook his head
and slid a bishop between his king and Mennol’s queen.
“Monty’s started a pool on what
going to happen to you. Odds are
you’ll be transported to a Federation penal colony for a little while, then
released.”
“Oh, wonderful.”
“I put down two strips of
gold-pressed latinum on you being released before the year is out.”
“Glad to know someone has faith in
me.” Mennol chuckled, capturing
Clinton’s bishop and returning the game to check. “Next time you see Monty, tell him to put me down for a strip on
my immediate release. I’m good for
it.” Clinton smiled and the two
continued their game within the walls of the brig.
“So, now we come to Sector 66-F
mission #17,” said Admiral Crane on the monitor as Captain Halloway sighed and
rubbed his forehead. He was sitting in
his ready room, as he had been for the past six hours, talking with Crane on a
number of different topics. Today,
Crane wanted to review a number of missions the Haymaker had undertaken since
their arrival to Sector 66-F. Since he
DID happen to outrank Halloway, Bobby had to sit and answer his questions. All of his questions. “So, what exactly occurred when you ordered
a retreat? The report’s not quite
clear on that.”
“Well, I ordered the retreat from
the area, seeing as the small Jyinion fleet was more than a match for us. We hid in the star’s corona, and emerged
and took them out one at a time. Some
of Cimorene’s people showed up soon after, and reclaimed their ships and took
the prisoners away to Jyinus Prime for a trial. It was a small skirmish, nothing to be worried about. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get
myself some dinner while we finish up.”
Crane sighed and leaned back in his chair.
“Of course, Captain.” Halloway smiled and headed over to the
replicator. He tapped in his choice.
“How’s your daughter doing,
Admiral?”
“She’s fine, now that you’re nowhere
near her. Thanks for asking,” he
added, clearly not pleased with the topic at hand. Halloway just grinned and grabbed his plate and sat back down in
his chair.
“Did she apply to the Academy this
fall?”
“Yes, she did. She’s in the middle of her first semester
right now.”
“Has she chosen a specialty yet?” he
asked as he chewed his food thoughtfully.
“She wants to go into command
school, actually,” answered Crane, as he beamed with paternal pride.
“That’s good to hear. You’ll have to watch her, though. The boys in command school today are a lot
worse than I ever…”
“HALLOWAY!” yelled Crane.
“Just trying to help,” muttered
Halloway as he continued eating. “Any
news about what’s happening with Mennol’s case?” he asked, changing the
subject.
“It’s a tricky situation. Since he renounced his Federation
citizenship four years ago, we can’t charge him with anything except assault on
Federation property and personnel, and that wasn’t really his fault. So, the powers that be are currently
discussing it. But just between you
and me, I think that you’ll be allowed to decide what happens to him. The JAG isn’t fond of taking trips outside
of Fed space. Something to do with
that assassination attempt last year.”
“Oh, wonderful. I get all the fun jobs, don’t I?” said
Halloway with a sly smile. Crane
didn’t catch on.
“Now, back to the retreat…” Suddenly, the transmission began to blink
in and out.
“Halloway to Halvox. What’s happening to the subspace channel
that Crane’s on?” he asked as he tapped his comm badge.
“I’m figuring that out as we speak,
Captain. Leave me alone and let me
work, dammit!” she replied.
“Okay, okay. Just let me know when you have it fixed.”
“Actually, I think I can clear it
up…uh oh.” Halloway stood when he
heard the last two words.
“What do you mean, ‘uh oh’?”
“The transmission is being jammed?”
“By who?”
“Probably by the two Romulan
warbirds that just decloaked directly in front of us,” answered Halvox as the
ship shook violently. Halloway
stumbled out his ready room door and headed for his chair.
“Where the hell did they come from?”
he asked as he fell into his chair.
The ship rocked again as the red alert klaxon wailed.
“I dunno,” answered LaCroix as she
checked her hair and tossed down her issue of ‘Cosmopolitan’ on the floor. “Benn, do your thing. Halvox, try hailing the bastards that
interrupted my quiz.”
“Is that the ‘Sex IQ’ test you were
taking?” asked Benn, turning around and facing LaCroix.
“Actually, it’s the ‘Are You
Maximizing Your Sex Potential?’ quiz from last month’s issue.”
“Cool,” said Benn as she turned back
to what she was doing. The Haymaker
dove into the asteroids and nimbly flew through the dense field in an effort to
hide from the warbirds.
“They’re following us in, Captain,”
reported Gabriel as he studied the sensor readings. “Still no response from hails.”
“Dammit. Halvox, let me on the horn.”
“Anytime you’re ready.” Halloway put on his sternest face and faced
the viewscreen.
“This is Captain Halloway of the
Federation starship Haymaker, to the two unidentified Romulan warbirds firing
on us. I demand that you stop all
hostilities now!” Halloway’s answer
came in the form of another weapons barrage.
“Fine, have it your way.
Gabriel, give them hell.” The
tactical officer grinned and unleashed a phaser barrage on the closest warbird
while Benn continued her skillful piloting through the field, narrowly missing
a few of the big ones by seconds.
“Shields on the closest ship down to
45%, second ship down to 80%. We’re
down to 15%.”
“Thanks for all the good news,
Gabriel. Benn, once we clear the
field, set a course to the nearest friendly outpost,” ordered Halloway.
“We could make it to our old D’Narin
friends at Colony 2-Beta.”
“Do it.”
“It’ll take a little while, though.”
“Lieutenant…” responded Halloway
with a glare. The Trill threw her
hands up in mock surrender, then plotted a course out of the field. As the Haymaker emerged, the warbirds
descended on them, weapons ablaze.
“We’ve lost shields!” yelled Gabriel
as the engineering panel exploded a few feet away.
“Hitting warp six now!” reported
Benn as she sent the ship hurling away from their attackers.
“We haven’t lost them,” stated
Gabriel. “They’re gaining on us, warp
factor eight. Weapons range in twenty
seconds.” Halloway scratched his head
and looked at LaCroix.
“Suggestions, Commander?”
“Well, we could wait until they are
right on top of us, slam on the brakes, and glide underneath them to normal
space. Might blow out the inertial
dampers, but hey, it’ll be one hell of a ride.”
“Good thinking. Miss Benn, whenever you think is right,
implement the commander’s plan.” Benn
smiled joyfully.
“Cool.” Halloway grabbed on to his chair with one hand while tapping his
communicator with the other.
“All hands, this is the
captain. We’re about to do something
really stupid, so everybody hold on to something. Halloway out.”
“Very eloquently put, sir,” said
LaCroix.
“Shut up,” responded Halloway as he
closed his eyes tightly. Benn grinned
sadistically and slammed on the brakes, suddenly bringing the ship out of
warp. The Haymaker shook as the stress
began to cause microfractures to tear into the hull. On the bridge, sparks flew from consoles and gas hissed from a
ruptured conduit in the ceiling. After
the shaking had stopped, Halloway opened one eye, then the other to survey the
damage.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, now was
it?” asked LaCroix rhetorically.
“We have no shields, the photon
tubes are out, and the warbirds are turning around,” reported Gabriel from his
station. “Not bad at all.”
“Bannon, where can we hide?” asked
Halloway.
“Huh? Oh, where can we hide?” said Bannon as he came back to
reality. “Um, let me see…there’s a gas
giant in this system that have 23 moons around it, the largest of which has an
atmosphere that should cloud their sensors.”
“Should?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so.”
“It’ll have to do. Jenna, get us there.” The Trill nodded and the Haymaker was soon
in the lower atmosphere of the moon.
Halloway let out a sigh and began to stand up. “Okay, people, we have a lot of work to do. First things first, I want our shields back
up…” Halloway was interrupted by a blast of phaser fire that rocked the
ship. “What the hell?” Bannon checked his science console and
realized his mistake.
“Oops, wrong moon. My bad.”
“The warbirds just hit the engine
core, we are going down,” reported Halvox.
“Way to go, Bannon.”
“Jenna, level our decent, please,”
said LaCroix as Halloway found his seat again.
“Um, okay.”
“You don’t sound too sure of
yourself.”
“That’s because I’m not. Hold on.”
As Jenna’s hands danced over the conn console, trying to level the
ship’s decent, the Haymaker herself continued her frantic dive for the surface
of the large moon. As it passed
through the cloud cover, a large mountain range came into view. The bridge crew screamed as Benn barely
cleared the nearest peak. She turned
around and smiled. “Well, they don’t
come much closer than that.”
“LOOK OUT!” yelled the rest of the
crew as another peak appeared directly in the Haymaker’s path. Benn turned back to the conn and tried to
dodge out of the way. The tip of the peak
scraped the bottom of the hull, causing the ship to tip to one side and dive
into the valley on the other side of the mountain range. Just before the ship crashed into the
forest below, Halloway rubbed his forehead and sighed.
“Oh, crap.”
Down in the brig, Mennol rubbed his
head and slowly stood. The room stood
aglow in red emergency lights, and the forcefield appeared to be
deactivated. Mennol looked around to see
if anyone was looking, then stuck his hands in his pockets and stepped outside
the cell that had held him for the better part of a year. The Betazoid smiled to himself and headed
for the door. Finding that it didn’t
open right away, he sighed and tapped the manual release. The door complied, and Mennol poked his
head out into the corridor. It was at
this time when he noticed the floor was pitched downward. It was slight, but it was definitely
there. “What the hell is going on
around here?” he asked himself as he checked the nearest computer
terminal. Unfortunately, the database
had been encrypted, so he didn’t get much out of that. “Computer, activate EEH at this
location.” The computer beeped and
after a moment’s time, Monty shimmered into existence.
“…and the guy turns to his wife and
says, ‘Honey, he’s eating all the popcorn!’.
Get it?” said the hologram before figuring out where he was. “Mennol?
Why are you out of your cell?”
“The power’s off in there, and I
don’t know why. I just remember the
ship shaking, Halloway saying something about doing something stupid, then I
hit my head. I think.” Monty proceeded to fill Mennol in to what
else occurred, up to the point at which he was deactivated. “Well, that’s quite the little adventure we
had, now isn’t it? Did Halloway ever
figure out what the hell the Romulans were doing here in Sector 66-F?”
“Nope.”
“Do you know why the computer is
encrypted?”
“Nope.”
“Do you know where everybody is?”
“Nope.”
“Well, what the hell DO you know!?!”
yelled Mennol.
“I know that you had better calm
down, or else I smell an ass-whoopin’ coming,” responded Monty. “Now give me a minute to access internal
sensors.”
“You can do that?”
“You bet you boots I can. In fact, I’m doing it right now…uh oh.”
“What’s uh-oh?”
“Well, it appears that the Romulans
beamed aboard after we crashed, and have taken the rest of the crew hostage
aboard their lead vessel, leaving a few of their own to fix the Haymaker and
tow it back to Romulan space.”
“Oh, great.” Monty smiled and placed his hand on
Mennol’s shoulder.
“So, guess what we get to do?”
“I would read your mind, but since
you’re a hologram, you might as well tell me.”
“We get to reclaim the Haymaker, fix
it up, and rescue the crew.” Mennol
frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Hooray.”
On board the Romulan warbird
‘Terinax’, Halloway rubbed his jaw and winced in pain while Clinton looked him
over. “Are you okay, Captain?” asked
LaCroix.
“Does it look like I’m okay,
Rachel??? The Romulan’s kicked the
sh*t out of me!” he responded with a glare.
“Jeez, I was just asking…” she
mumbled, turning away.
“What did they want?” asked Benn,
who was sitting Bannon on the only bed in the room.
“They wanted info on the current
state of the Jyinion Assembly. My
guess is that the Romulan Empire wants to annex the entire sector.”
“But Jyinion space isn’t even
bordering Romulan space! It’s not even
on the same side of the Federation!”
“Tell me about it. The Romulans have been pretty buddy-buddy
with everybody else since the war ended, so I’m not surprised that they would
try something like this.” He looked
around the room as Clinton helped him to the bed. “Where’s Gabriel?”
“They took him about 10 minutes
ago,” responded LaCroix. “God knows
what they’re doing to him.”
“I don’t want to interrogate
him! You do it!”
“Are you nuts? Look at him! He’s huge! He looks
like he could pick the both of us up by our pointy ears and crush our skulls
with one claw!”
“Well, I’m not getting near him.”
“Neither am I.” Gabriel smiled in amusement as the two
Romulan interrogators continued to argue across the room. His hearing was quite acute, and even
though they confiscated his universal translator, his Romulan was decent enough
to figure out what they were so worried about. The door to the interrogation chamber opened, and in stepped an
older Romulan female, wearing a centurion’s uniform, and not looking very
pleased at the moment.
“What is the problem here,
Lieutenants?” she asked coldly.
“Well, Centurion, Jenix here doesn’t
want to interrogate the prisoner,” started one.
“That’s not true, Centurion! It was Telar here that was too cowardly to
approach the captive!” The Centurion
raised her hand and let out a deep sigh.
“I will do this one myself,” she
said, and started walking over to Gabriel.
“I am Centurion B’Len, and you are
on the Romulan warbird Terinax, and you are my prisoner. Please, save us all some time and effort by
not feigning heroism. Your captain tried
that, and when you return to the cell, you’ll see where that got him.” Gabriel just stared blankly at the Romulan,
not moving a muscle. “Did you not hear
me?” she asked, leaning into his face.
“Heroism gets you nowhere.”
Before she knew what was happening, Gabriel had broken through his metal
restraints, grabbed the centurion by the throat, and leapt to his feet, the
claws of his other hand ready to rip into her flesh. The two lieutenants across the room drew their disruptors and
aimed them at the security chief, their hands shaking as Gabriel made his way
slowly for the exit. Gabriel bared his
fangs and pressed his head next to B’Len’s.
“On the contrary, my dear Centurion,
heroism gets me anywhere I want to.
Tell your two officers to back off,” he growled into her pointed
ear. He sniffed for a moment, then
added “You smell nice.”
“Thanks. Back off,” she ordered.
The two lieutenants slowly lowered their guns and allowed Gabriel and
B’Len to pass. As soon as he stepped
into the corridor, twenty armed guards surrounded them, weapons all drawn. B’Len smiled. “You really didn’t believe you’d escape, did you?”
“Not really, but it was worth a
try.”
“Willing to go back in there, or
will you have to be shot?”
“You really think that a disrupter
blast would hurt me? Romulan Intelligence
is getting sloppy.”
“How about twenty blasters?” Gabriel thought for a moment.
“Good point.”
“Well, that takes care of Romulan
intruders numbers 14, 15, and 16,” said Monty, standing over the three
unconscious officers with a grin on his face and a large phase inducer in his
hand.
“Great. That only leaves 23 more to go.,” muttered Mennol as he
transported them to the brig. The
Romulans had restored the ship’s power grid, and so the forcefields in Mennol’s
former home were back up again. “Are
you sure you rerouted internal sensors correctly to hide the transports?”
“Positive. I know this ship like I know my own holographic matrix.” The red alert klaxon suddenly started to
ring. Mennol glared at Monty, who just
shrugged. “Or maybe not.”
“Wonderful. They detected that last transport, and are
sending soldiers to this location to investigate.” Monty looked at the computer screen in the wall and started
rapidly pressing buttons.
“Huh. Ten Romulans just exited the turbolift down the way fifty meters
from us, fully armed.”
“So, what do we do?” Monty rubbed his chin and thought for a
moment.
“I’m going to try something. Good luck.”
“With what?” asked Mennol. He soon found out when Monty waved and
disappeared. The Betazoid cursed under his breath and dashed down the corridor
away from the Romulans. Scanning their
minds, he found out what their positions were, and ducked into the nearest
Jefferys tube. As he scrambled down
the tube, his mind raced with what he was going to do with Monty once he found
him. A disrupter blast flew past his
head, drawing Mennol out of his thoughts.
He turned his head to see two Romulans following behind him in the tube,
barely a hundred meters away. He
scowled and kept his pace until he got to the nearest junction. Once there, Mennol closed the tube off and
engaged the lock, sealing the Romulans in for the time being. “Mennol to Monty, what the hell are you
doing?” he asked, slapping his communicator in frustration.
“Taking care of our problem,”
responded the hologram as he materialized beside the Betazoid.
“Will you knock that off? It scares the crap out of me!”
“Sorry.”
“What did you do, anyway?” Monty just grinned and opened the sealed
hatch, revealing a Romulan-free tube.
“I transported them 5 kilometers
away, minus their lovely weapons.
Wouldn’t want them to come barging in again, now would we?” Mennol smiled and patted the hologram on
the back.
“Monty, when was the last time I
told you how wonderful you are?”
“Hmm, let’s see…I believe never.”
“Then let’s not set a precedent
then, shall we?” Monty returned the
grin and the two headed for Main Engineering.
“Don’t you ever get tired?” asked
B’Len, as she remained a captive of Gabriel, who had been standing in the
middle of the corridor for the last three hours, not moving a millimeter, all
twenty of the Romulans still present and weapons drawn.
“My mother used to tell me that
patience is a virtue. Far be it for me
to disagree with my mother.”
“How quaint,” sighed the centurion.
“I certainly think so.” There was a murmur in the crowd of Romulans
that surrounded them, and as a familiar face appeared from within the enemy,
Gabriel chuckled softly. “Your
subordinates must be impatient.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because they wouldn’t have rousted
me if they could handle my chief of security,” answered Halloway, standing
tall, guards on both sides, his hands cuffed.
“How are you doing, Gabriel?”
“Just peachy, sir.”
“Glad to hear it. Any chance of letting Centurion B’Len go
anytime soon?”
“Not really.”
“Well, at least you’re honest.” Turning to one of his guards, he held his
cuffed hands in front of him, outstretched.
“I’m ready to go back now.”
“What? You didn’t even try!” protested B’Len, who was finally starting
to lose her cool.
“Sure I did. He isn’t ready to give you up yet, so who
am I to argue with that?”
“You are his captain!”
“Yeah, well, whatever. I have an aching jaw to take care of. Have fun, Lieutenant.”
“As always, sir. I’m going for the record.”
“What, a week straight without
sleep?” Gabriel nodded, electing a
grin from Halloway. “See you in a
week, then.”
“So, what does this do again?” asked
Mennol as he pointed to the weapons panel at the bridge tactical station, with
Monty standing right beside him.
“That launches a spread of
torpedoes.”
“And this one?” he asked, pointing
to a similar looking control.
“Reroutes power to the shields.”
“And what about this?”
“That orders coffee from the little
replicator nestled behind you, below the Tactical Analysis board.”
“Wow, Starfleet thinks of
everything. So, are we ready to
go?” Monty held up a finger and strode
down to the conn, sliding into the seat with a smile.
“We are now.” As
the hologram’s hands whipped across the flight controls, the Haymaker bucked
and suddenly flew upward towards space, performing three barrel rolls and a two
loops before clearing the atmosphere.
As the ship leveled out, Mennol released the death grip he had on the
tactical panel.
“Have you ever driven this thing
before?”
“No.”
“Well, this should be entertaining.”
“Well, that was certainly
entertaining,” responded Halvox sarcastically as Halloway finished relating the
tale of his first trip into space when he was five. The rest of the senior staff was bored out of their minds,
sitting in the cramped holding cell.
“Look, I was just trying to pass the
time, okay?” said Halloway with a frown.
He stood and rubbed his jaw.
Gabriel was still gone, probably still standing in the corridor,
surrounded by Romulan guards.
“I liked it,” said Bannon, sitting
in the corner of the cell, a small smile on his face.
“Why, thank you, Bannon. At least somebody hear appreciates me.”
“No, I was actually referring to
Jenna’s back rubs, they are amazing,” corrected Bannon as Benn’s head popped
into view behind the ensign. Halloway
rolled his eyes and looked through the forcefield that was holding the senior staff
hostage.
“My, isn’t this familiar…” sighed
the captain as his mind wandered back to his first mission in command of the
Haymaker, almost a year ago. He and
the rest of the senior crew had been trapped in his own brig, and Clinton and
LaCroix had tricked the guard into letting them out. “Rachel, remember our first mission together, when Orion pirates
took over the ship?” he asked, a sly grin growing on his face.
“You mean when I pretended to be
injured and then the good doctor over there stabbed me with my hairpin?”
responded the first officer, her glare focused solely on Clinton. Scott coughed and looked away.
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”
“Well, it’s worth a shot,
Captain.” LaCroix then turned towards
the door and began to whine and yell, grasping her side. The Romulan guard walked calmly towards the
door, deactivated it, raised his disruptor and fired, hitting LaCroix squarely
in the chest. She flew backwards, and
as the senior staff huddled around her, the guard reactivated the forcefield
and walked away as calmly as he came.
“That didn’t go as well as I’d
hoped,” muttered Halloway as he helped Clinton carry the unconscious commander
to the cell’s only bed.
Back in the corridor, Gabriel
watched in amusement as the guards began to become tired and lax, their
disrupters shaky and their brains clouded with sleep. “How long do you plan to keep this little charade going,
Gabriel?” asked a very perturbed B’Len.
Suddenly, the deck heaved and half the guards stumbled to the
floor. Gabriel grinned a toothy smile
and looked at the centurion.
“Until that happened.”
“T’Lax to Bridge! What’s going on up there?” demanded one of
the guards as he accessed a computer panel on the wall.
“We’re being attacked by a
Federation starship! And whoever is
piloting her is insane!” responded the terrified-sounding Romulan on the
bridge.
“What ship is it?”
“It’s…I can’t believe…it’s the
Haymaker, sir!” Gabriel’s smile
widened even more, and he suddenly made a dash for the exit, bringing B’Len
with him. The female Romulan gasped as
she was literally dragged through the corridors of her own ship, with Gabriel
pushing anything and everything that got in his way aside. Before she knew it, they were at the brig. Gabriel made quick work of the guard, and
threw B’Len into a cell adjourning the Haymaker crew, and activated her
forcefield while dropping the one holding his crewmates.
“Thanks for the escape, Gabriel,”
smiled Halloway as he shook the security officer’s claw.
“That’s my job for ya,” responded
Gabriel as the ship shook again.
“What the hell is that?” asked
Halvox with a scowl, stripping the unconscious guard of his weapons.
“The Haymaker. Looks like somebody came looking for
us. Does she need help?” inquired
Gabriel as he pointed to LaCroix, still knocked out in the cell.
“Yeah. Be a chap and carry her, will you?” Gabriel nodded and went to fetch the commander. “There’s a good fellow. Now, how many weapons do we have?” Kerry waved the two disrupters up she had
stolen up in the air. “That’s
all? Well, we’ll just have to hope for
a miracle, don’t we?” At that very
moment, the entire senior staff dematerialized and reappeared on the bridge of
the Haymaker.
“Welcome home, ladies and
gents. The rest of the crew are on their
way over as we speak,” stated Monty with a large grin plastered across his
face.
“Thanks, Monty. We wouldn’t have gotten out of there if it
wasn’t for…Mennol?” said Halloway as he noticed the presence of the Betazoid,
standing beside the hologram.
“Nice to see you two, Captain,” he
deadpanned.
“Who let you out?” Monty coughed and rolled his eyes.
“Uh, well, when we crashed, we lost
power to the brig and he got out. If
it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have been activated and you all wouldn’t be
here.” Halloway looked at the
hologram, then at Mennol and smiled.
Reading his mind, Mennol smiled back.
“Hell of a job, Mennol. My crew and I thank you,” said Halloway,
extending his hand. Mennol grabbed it
and shook it firmly. The moment of
sincere thanks was soon interrupted by the Haymaker bucking wildly as a result
of Romulan disrupter fire. The senior
staff instantly arrived at their posts, each fully attuned to what was
happening.
“Gabriel, fire at will,” ordered
Halloway. “Gabriel?” Monty coughed again nervously.
“I beamed him, LaCroix and Clinton
to Sickbay. Since the turbolifts
aren’t working, I expect that it’ll take him a moment to get back up here.”
“I’ve got it,” yelled Mennol, taking
back his place at Tactical. “Firing at will, Captain.”
“Jeez, he’s on the ball,” muttered
Lt. Benn as she drove the ship into a tight corkscrew, narrowly dodging a
barrage of plasma torpedoes from the Terinax.
Phaser fire arched from the Haymaker, striking a line across the warbird’s
hull. One of the warp nacelles burst
into flames, partially detaching itself from the rest of the hull.
“Surprise, surprise,” said Halvox
with an evil grin on her face. Guess
who wants to talk?”
“Put her on screen,” ordered
Halloway, reeling in the small moment of triumph.
“Damn you, Halloway!” screamed
B’Len, her face dirty and her hair disheveled.
“You’re not looking too hot,
Centurion. Perhaps is might have
something to do with the fact that we…oh, I don’t know…kicked your ass?” A
broad smile crossed the face of everyone on the bridge. Halloway leaned forward and continued his
gloating. “You might consider packing
your bags and getting the hell out of the sector, because the next time I see
any Romulans in this neck of the woods, I won’t be so nice, understand?” B’Len scowled and gritted her teeth. Behind her, panels were sparking and gas
was hissing.
“Fine, we’re going. But remember this, Halloway. We Romulans have a very long memory, and if
you think…” The transmission ceased,
replaced by the view of the wounded warbird limping away.
“Sorry,” said Mennol after a
moment. “I was busy reading her mind,
and believe me, she would have gone on for hours. Or at least the next five minutes.” Halloway smiled and turned to Benn.
“Lieutenant, get us out of
here. I need a break.” The Trill smiled and the Haymaker leapt
into warp.
‘Don’t we all…’ thought Mennol as
the stars streaked by on the viewscreen.
“Enter.” As he entered the captain’s ready room, escorted by Gabriel and
another security guard, Mennol looked at Halloway blankly while he casually
scanned his mind. ‘Knock it off,
Mennol,’ thought Halloway as he glared at the Betazoid.
‘Sorry. Force of habit,’ thought back Mennol, holding his hands up in
apology.
“Mennol, when we first arrived, you
were our enemy. We captured you, and
you have been spending you time in our brig, awaiting trial for crimes against
the Federation. However, you have
proven yourself time and again, especially in the past few days, to be a
capable ally as well. You’ve been in
this sector a lot longer than I hope to be, and your skills are better put to
use outside the confines of a forcefield.
Therefore, it is my decision as captain to release you, present you with
a pardon of you past crimes, and grant you the honorary title of
Ambassador. You will remain on board
this vessel, serving it as you have so wonderfully in the past.” Mennol smiled as Halloway reached forward
to shake his hand.
“Thank you, Captain. I’ll try my best,” he responded as he shook
Halloway’s hand vigorously.
“You’d better,” answered Halloway
with a grin. “Or else I hand you over
to Gabriel.” Gabriel placed his claw
on Mennol’s shoulder, whose smile had disappeared. Halloway’s smile remained as he took a seat at his desk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ambassador, I
have a sh*tload of paperwork to do.
Good day.” Gabriel nudged
Mennol, and they headed for the door.
‘Gee, thanks a million…’ came the
sarcastic voice of Mennol in Bobby’s head.
He just smiled and continued with his paperwork.
‘Anytime, buddy. Anytime at all…’
THE
END