Big Bad Wolf

Posted on Tue Aug 20, 2019 @ 1:27pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit & Lieutenant Nicole Anderson

780 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Plaga Navis
Timeline: Pending

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Unnamed Starship

Watching as the trio of forms, two sprawled across the small transporter pad and one still standing materialized, Commander Vincent Rogers took in the new arrivals. As soon as the beam released him, Torrance was talking (as always). "Help me...we need to get her to a biobed and get a stable, continuous dose of the anesthesia going into her, and we need to do it quick. If she wakes up before we can get her secured, she'll kill us both and there won't be anything either of us can do that will stop it."

Looking at the woman unconscious on the transporter pad, Vince said, "if I wasn't looking at Johnson, here, with his neck turned to look at his own ass, I don't think I'd believe you. But...she did that?" he asked, motioning toward Johnson's lifeless body, his neck twisted unnaturally around and very, very broken.

Nathan didn't bother to answer, just moved to lift her up into his arms and headed toward the small medical bay where a bio bed had been prepared, already prepped to maintain a steady dose of enough anesthesia to keep Rhea unconscious for the trip to the research facility run by Dr. Quincy Jones, creator of the virus which had been expected to kill the entire colony and instead had been foiled by the nanites altered by the Starfleet doctor's unusual approach.

When Nathan had spotted Vince working by an open access panel on the ship, he'd immediately known here...here was the way back into the Terran Empire. It hadn't taken long to convince his old buddy that he did, in fact, know how it was that the colonists had been saved, and while he couldn't obtain a sample of the altered nanites, he could provide the next best thing: the source.

Rather than risk exposure, they had sent no message back to Admiral Cartwright or Dr. Jones, but had instead focused on finding a way to incapacitate the most dangerous human he'd ever met--in this universe, or his own.

Now, despite Rhea secured to the bio bed and the medication steadily being pumped into her body to keep her unconscious, he nevertheless secured her down with the strongest restraints they could produce.

The trip to the research facility would take almost 2 days. Assuming they could find a way to lift off and sneak out of orbit without Victory, and that annoying Commander up there in charge, noticing.

The ship they were aboard had one advantage: a cloaking device. Stolen from a Romulan vessel and modified to suit their needs, they could cloak now before the space station's staff returned and noticed the ship sitting there, which had not been there before they'd fallen ill. They'd need to mask their warp trail, however, and that proved to be the problem. Victory's sensors were sensitive enough that even cloaked after they thought it over they'd start looking for recent warp trail signatures and could track them.

A freighter already in orbit was due to depart momentarily, the ship was an unmanned automated ore carrier and operated based on computer controlled programming. It was going in the wrong direction however, but... the more they discussed it the better that seemed.

The ship could cloak, launch and then settle into position directly below and behind the massive freighter. It's warp trail would completely overpower and drown their own. The could follow the freighter to a safe distance and then bank about, and head for their true destination.

Two hours later, seated in the operations station on the small transport vessel's bridge, Nathan didn't bother to hide the smirk on his face. It had worked perfectly. The cloaked ship had launched without being noticed, before any of the space station's personnel had reached that area as they checked on current status. They had flown up and into position behind the freighter, their cloak hiding their life signs from any sensors which might be scanning the freighter prior to it's departure. Moving in tandem with the enormous ship, they'd departed orbit successfully undetected.

Now they just needed to cruise with their giant companion until they'd put enough distance to break away and head for home. He already had the right spot chosen. There was a band of radiation and gases which spread out across space spewed out from a pulsar which would further help mask their trail when they broke away from the freighter.

Until then, he'd check on his 'wife' as needed. Make certain the drug levels remained steady to keep her deeply asleep.

She was going to need the rest after Jones got his hands on her.

 

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