Mission 10: Alliances

[Andrew Kirk]

Commander F’rehl of the Vackall Prime fleet stood eyeing the smaller alien craft. He noted the design of the craft was efficient, yet pleasing to the eye. It however didn’t have the tactical capabilities that his much larger craft had, but if the ships were to be the same scale the alien craft would certainly be a worthy adversary. The engineer in him wouldn’t let his mind wonder too far off from the propulsion system this craft was using, and if he read the text right they were using some form of matter to drive their craft through space. The Commander knew that he would certainly have to speak with the alien’s engineer.

“Impressive ship.” The Vackall Captain said as he stopped next to the observation window besides F’rehl.

“It most certainly is.” Replied F’rehl.

“I thought I would let you know that we have safely disarmed the traded missiles. Our munitions expert tells me that they are several times more powerful than anything we have right now. It was one of the reasons those other ships held out so long against us.”

“Is that so?” F’rehl’s interest was highly peaked.

“It is,” The Captain turned to walk away, but stopped, “They call themselves humans.”

“Do they really?”

“They do.” The Captain turned back around to face F’rehl, “The prophecies might be true after all.” The Captain took several steps to close the distance between the two Vackall officers, “I want you to go aboard and observe them, interact with them, and bring back any information you can.”

“Tactical?”

“No.” The Captain’s eyes were firm, “If these truly are the humans from the prophecies then I don’t want to risk angering them. I want history, and a location of their home world. Proof that they are the peoples who are supposed to help us unit out peoples.”

“I’ll do my best.” F’rehl said in a hushed tone.

“That’s all I expect from you my friend.” The Vackall Captain replied as he placed his hand on F’rehl’s shoulder, “No go.”

“Yes sir.”

[Andrew Kirk]

Oct 17, 2008 18:00:55 GMT @saryn said:

repost from the "shoreleave" thread:

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Lysander nodded in understanding. "We could dock your vessel inside mine," he offered, "my engineers are at your disposal. They should be able to repair your vessel within one of your standard days, is that acceptable?"

Noting the MACO's annoyance at sitting in the captain's chair, Lysander finally chose to amuse him and rose from it, gesturing towards Logan with a flourish. "Please," he invited with a smile. "I shall contact you as soon as we have cleared the dockingbay, then your pilot should move as quickly as possible. We have already lost too much time."

His gaze met that of James, though there was no doubt or agression on his face. "And the more time we lose, the less chance your crew have on survival. The rebels are ruthless, they aren't known to care for the wounded or their prisoners in general."

The Vackall captain barely gave the Challenger crew time to respond, for he tapped something on his hand and he winked out.

Rebel Vackall Vesel

"Father..." Numike shook the Vulcan doctor, a little harder this time. It had been a few hours since Saryn had gone to sleep and the child was starting to get worried. "Father, the captain lost consciousness again. They've not been back with medications." Again, she shook him and finally he stirred. "And you were far gone too," she added accusingly, "I was ready to bite you."

Saryn smoothly rose to his feet and gazed around. "It is for the best that Captain Kirk is unconscious," he replied, "his system spends less energy on his surroundings and more on healing. Do not be concerned child." Yet he moved over to where the captain was lain down and knelt beside him. "He is asleep," he concluded after a brief examination, "you would not have known the difference."

The Vulcan spied around the room, then finally spotted a reasonably long pipe. "Get that," he told his daughter.

The girl's eyes gleamed with excitement; she knew what it meant if her father wanted her to retrieve either long sticks or pipes: he wanted to practice. Quietly, she retrieved the pipe and gripped it with both hands, then walked back. She made an effort of not baring her fangs when she suddenly swung the pipe around, catching him hard on his thigh.

Suppressing a gasp of surprise, Saryn pulled his sword in a fluid motion and danced away, then whirled, blocking a second swipe his daughter aimed at him. He nodded in approval, the girl was finally learning to surprise him and not hold back. What use was practice if his opponent was holding back on him?

He was pulled from his musings as the pipe got under his guard again, this time striking him against his left side. The girl, of course did have the advantage of being smaller in stature, and thus could far more easily get under his guard.

Together, they danced around the room, blocking, swiping and thrusting, for the better part of an hour, after which the girl was getting tired. She'd given her father her best and she seemed pleased with the result. Wincing ever so slightly, Saryn returned the sword to its scabbard. He was panting for breath, which was an indication of a strenuous work-out. He no longer cared whether his captors knew he was armed, at least now he'd shown them he was not the defenseless medic he appeared to be. And he was quite, quite ready to defend.

When Joq'tel finally came back, Saryn was stood before the captain, casting the enemy a defiant glare, one of daring.[/quote]

[nasty]

“That was very good,” Joq’Tel said with a genuine smile, “What do you call that style of fighting?”

He listened to the Demons reply before speaking up again, “I have business with you Doctor, if you would be so kind as to come with me.” Joq’Tel made sure to refer to Saryn as Doctor instead of Demon. His high council informed him that it helped the ‘guests’ to feel more comfortable if they were referred to by title and not by a religious name.

Two armed guards stood outside the door, their weapons were at a stand by position. Joq’Tel held out his arm in a manner that showed Saryn that he wanted the Vulcan to go through the door first.

“What do you want with me?” Saryn questioned.

“We want answers.” Joq’Tel said as he walked, snapping his fingers to inform the guards it was time to go.

“What do you mean by answers?”

“The high priests want to know where you really come from.” Joq’Tel stated, “They did not believe me when I informed them that you have somehow traveled here from another galaxy, especially one so very far away. Do not worry Doctor, I shall be there to make sure they do not press you to hard for answers.”

<Tag Saryn>

[Andrew Kirk]

-NX 03 Challenger-

Sandy McGwire, an early thirties engineer walked briskly through the corridors of the Challenger on her way to the bridge. Repairs had to be done and with Commander Wallace in a coma there was nobody down in Main Engineering to take over, and it was about time that somebody did.

Most of the engineers were happy to see true leadership bring the engine room back to order after Commander Wallace was injured, but Commander Logan had more important duties to take on since the Captain had been taken prisoner by the rebellious Vackall.

As soon as she arrived on the bridge she saw a bright flash where the Captain’s chair was. The light was so intense that it caused her to shade her eyes for that brief moment, but once it was gone she didn’t let the confusion of what that was stop her from her mission.

“Commander Logan.” She addressed Jack stood at attention to his left.

“At ease Lieutenant.” Jack replied but his focus was on what he believed to be more important duties.

“Commander we have a situation in Main Engineering.”

Her statement peaked Jack’s interest, “What’s the matter.”

“Sir we are without a Chief Engineer and as it was Commander Wallace had not selected a assistant to take his place if such an occasion should arise.”

“I understand,” Jack seemed to be contemplating putting somebody else in charge of the ship while he attended to duties down in Engineering, but soon realized there was nobody else with as much command experience to take over, “Who is the most ranking officer in Engineering?”

“Lieutenant Mathews has been aboard longer than I have sir.”

Jack picked up on her tone instantly, “Something wrong with Lieutenant Mathews?”

“No sir. I just don’t feel he would be the right man for the job.”

Jack smiled, he knew exactly where this was going, “Then who do you think should take the position?”

“I should.” She didn’t even miss a bead as she spoke.

Jack took a deep breath, “All right Lieutenant, the job is yours. I’ll inform the crew right away.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Your first order of business is to get our engines running tip top with in a day.”

“Yes sir.”

“Let me emphasize that you only have 24 hours. We need to find the Saryn, Numike, and the Captain and the more time we waste the harder it will be to find them. So if you can’t get those engines back up and running perfectly in 24 hours you can kiss your dreams of becoming Chief good-bye. Understood?”

“Perfectly sir.”

“Good. Get moving because the clock is ticking.”

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“What do you call that style of fighting?”

"It is called sword fighting," Saryn replied stoically, refusing to budge or give in. His glare remained defiant. "I was taught when I was stranded on a planet called Miranda."

“I have business with you Doctor, if you would be so kind as to come with me.”

"My name is Saryn," the Vulcan corrected, "doctor is merely my occupation. I would prefer that you use my name." The tone of voice the alien used led Saryn to believe that despite the fact that it sounded as a request, it was far from it. He motioned for Numike to remain with Kirk and keep an eye on him. "She will need to be allowed to warn me, if his condition changes," he demanded quietly.

Saryn watched as he was led through the corridor towards another room. “What do you want with me?” he questioned as he led the way as was indicated.

“We want answers.”

“What do you mean by answers?” Perhaps there was an opportunity here to form diplomatic relations, rather than be treated as an enemy, of which Saryn was quite certain he was not, despite Joq'tel's misgivings about aliens.

“The high priests want to know where you really come from.” Joq’Tel stated, “They did not believe me when I informed them that you have somehow traveled here from another galaxy, especially one so very far away. Do not worry Doctor, I shall be there to make sure they do not press you to hard for answers.”

It surprised Saryn that he was still in possession of his weapon; that led him to the conclusion that either they respected it, or that they feared it enough not to try and take it from him. "Am I to be interrogated then?" he asked coldly. He had wondered what was taking so long, though he had not given up the thought that it would happen any moment now. "I have already explained to you how Challenger got here, I have also explained to you the difference between my species and that of my captain. Both physiological as well as physical. Even my daughter is of a different species."

He crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded the alien. "Your words in regards to pressing me for answers do not daunt me. I cannot be made to reveal that what I do not wish to be revealed. Vulcans are capable of withstanding great amounts of torture. To apply it would be a waste of your time, as well as mine." ~yet we are not unbreakable~ he thought, with a hint of anxiety.

[nasty]

Joq’Tel led Saryn into a dark room with a single bright piercing light that emanated from a tall ceiling. In the middle of the room was a single nondescript chair, but beyond that were three robed beings. The shadows from the single light source concealed their identities.

The guards led Saryn to the chair and they stopped to face the tribunal of cloaked men. Joq’Tel quietly noted to himself that Saryn looked much like these senior religious figures, with the exception that their cloaks were brown and not black in color.

“High priests,” Joq’Tel said, “I have brought you the one they call Saryn. I implore you to use religious accounts to help me determine this beings ultimate fate.”

Joq’Tel stopped speaking and through the dim light he could see the three figures speaking in hushed tones to one another.

Out from the darkness a scratch voice called out, “We have come some distance. For this matter concerns not just your vague religious views, but the prophecy as well. Leave us Commander, and we shall determine the proper course of action.”

Joq’Tel bowed and with the two escorts he backed out of the room leaving Saryn standing alone in the bright light facing the three mysterious ‘wise men’.

“Dark hair, dark piercing eyes, with pale like skin, and whose ears point to the heavens in defiance of the grand mater of prophets. He who is evil shall make himself known to the leaders of Vackall at first a saint, and later a sinner. He shall bring the destruction of the known world, and with a blazing sword he shall strike down the heads of the true believers. Does any of this sound familiar Saryn?” The middle wise man’s asked after quoting scripture from the Vackall’s holiest book.

<Tag Saryn>

off: have fun with this one!

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Having no idea what to expect or if anything was required of him, Saryn remained standing where he was left behind, until he would be told otherwise. He stood straight and proud, his cloak settled around his frame while the hood was folded down. Indeed, if anyone didn't know any better, he could be part of this gathering.

“Dark hair, dark piercing eyes, with pale like skin, and whose ears point to the heavens in defiance of the grand mater of prophets. He who is evil shall make himself known to the leaders of Vackall at first a saint, and later a sinner. He shall bring the destruction of the known world, and with a blazing sword he shall strike down the heads of the true believers. Does any of this sound familiar Saryn?”

"My skin is hardly pale," Saryn replied calmly as he took a step forward, further into the light to show what he meant. "And my ears are pointed as it is normal among my species. I am Vulcan, and I daresay I bleed a different colour than you do. It is one of the causes of my skin being green, rather than pink."

The Vulcan paused, regarding each of the cloaked figures before him. "I am neither a saint nor a sinner, nor do I claim to be a god or the devil. I am but a medical doctor and my aim is to help any who require my skills as a medical man." Yet, he had to acknowledge the reference to his sword. "My sword has indeed the colour of a blaze, but I do not intend to strike anyone down unless I or my companions are threatened. I have not struck out to you, even though I could easily have killed Commander Joq'tel."

He nodded again in acknowledgement. "I recognise your tale, however and I dispute your belief that I am he to whom you refer in your tale. Your commander abducted us from our vessel, injured my captain and spun this tale. If not for his doing, we would have left and be in our own universe again. I have requested medications for my captain, but I have received nothing. We have neither been offered food nor drink, a basic requirement for all who want to live. I hereby request nourishment for my captain and my child. For myself, I require nothing but a moment of rest, for now. I can go on without nourisment longer than they can, because my species is desert bred."

The Vulcan took an equal amount of steps back and waited in silence, wondering how they would respond. He had given an honest answer to the question, as he was unable to give anything else. He would not and could not lie in answer, it was against his nature. After a while, he spoke up again. "I will answer any questions to the best of my ability, and you will hear the truth for I cannot tell a lie. It is against my nature and my training to do so."

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With the Captain missing Commander Logan had asked James to fill in at the XO slot. That also entailed doing duty rosters, crew evaluations, and taking the Bridge during Beta shift. The crew evaluations could wait.

Taking the bridge during Beta shift was a new experience but somehow it felt right as if he had been in command of a star ship before. But the colors were different and it was smaller than he remembered. It had to be some of the junk the Vulcans had left in his head to keep him from finding out who he really was or where he belonged. James was a practical man and he was here and had a job to do so he would do it the best that he could.

Now if the Vackall prime fleet would just give them a target so they could retrieve their Co, Doctor and his daughter; then they could get back home. There are only so many times you can add a weld to a weld, or repair a bulkhead without replacing it. The Challenger needs at least a month in space dock. James knew the repairs would hold how he knew was a question, maybe he had been an engineer in a previous life. Well back to planing a rescue for the Co based on the ship schematics that the Vackall had provided.

[Deleted]

Giving up command of the Challenger was one of the most difficult decisions that Jack had ever been faced with. Commanding a starship had always been his dream and now that he had accomplished this he was going to give it up. Jack realized that the Challenger was not in any shape to go into battle and without any possibility of reinforcements it was up them to bring the ship back into shape. Without Michael, Jack was the most expierenced engineer and so the responsibility of Chief Engineer fell on him.

Even though Colonel James was relatively new to the Challenger, Jack knew that the crew were going to provide him with all their support. Hoping that they would be able to find their friends quickly, Jack buried his pride and did what was best for the crew. Challenger was going to be his priority and Colonel James was finding Andy, Saryn and the child.

"Alright everyone its time to get to work!" Jack said making sure that the entire engineering team could hear him," you all know your assignments and I want reports every five hours. Until further notice everyone will be working fifteen hour days."

"Does that include you boss?" three engineers asked with smirks. Everyone knew that Jack had the bad habit of not following through with his own orders.

"Maybe... now lets get to work!" Jack said as he picked up his bag and went to work.

[Andrew Kirk]

NX-03 Challenger

“Colonel James it is good to meet you,” F’rehl said as he stood on the bridge of the NX-03 Challenger. He stood there with the best of intentions, and in doing so he brought schematics of the rebel fleets main battle ship as well as the way to track their ion trail, “I am sorry that our engineers are not capable of helping your crew repair your vessel more quickly. If I might add it is an impressive ship for its size.”

The MACO Colonel returned the gesture and received the schematics with the grin of a warrior, a grin that was not lost on the Vackall officer, “You are a warrior, no?”

“I am.” James replied.

“If you are interested my captain has approved the usage of our vessel to be used as a real life simulation for your rescue mission. I don’t see any problem with our security personnel being used to do their best to deter your efforts. Interested?”

<Tag James>

Vackall Rebel ship

The inquisitors did not believe the evil looking being in front of them. They were determined to understand the alien who looked far to much like the demons from their religious lore. The blood-sucking girl only added to their hostilities toward Saryn. On the other hand they didn’t understand why this evil creature seemed to be under the thumb of the plan looking male alien who appeared to be far more fragile then they had thought.

With a wave of the main inquisitors hand the other Vackall guards left the room and a two way mirror slid between them and Saryn, leaving the Vulcan doctor in apparent isolation.

“The demons are supposed to be sensitive to ultra sonic sounds.” Informed the third inquisitor.

”Indeed.” Affirmed the second.

“Let the barrage begin.”

Behind them a single Vackall engineer began to feed the ultrasonic noise into the mirrored room in which Saryn was occupying.

<Saryn>

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Saryn watched as the majority of the robed and hooded figures seemed to leave the room. Since they were leaving, he assumed he would be free to go as well, however the door that had led him here was shut tight and there was no way out. Calmly, he walked back towards the center, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike should it become necessary.

His stance changed from reasonably relaxed to completely alert, counting on his agility to beat any opponent thrown at him. He could tell that something was going on, but since he couldn't identify his interrogators, he had no way to tell. On top of that, his own expression, or lack thereof, told his interrogators nothing at all. Saryn was not going to give into his rage just yet, but he would see what was going on first.

He watched as a mirror slid in place, seperating him from the remaining robed figures. He was alone now, or so it appeared and he watched his own reflection in the mirror. Yes, he could see why they thought he was a demon, though he thought it highly illogical as his actions so far had proven quite the opposite.

He turned as his sensitive hearing picked up a low hum that gradually changed pitch. At first, the sound was reasonably comfortable and barely detectable but as the sound increased, so did Saryn's discomfort. He stood erect at the center of his remaining space, still as alert as possible though it was obvious his concentration was faltering.

At last, he was forced to press his hands against his ears, willing his mind to block out any conscious perception of the high pitched sound, that only he was now hearing. Slowly, he sank to his knees, his eyes wrenched shut as his face contorted into a mask of agony. "Stop!" he cried out, "please, stop!" But the torture did not stop and eventually Saryn passed out, the pain too overwhelming to bear. Though strong in constitution, it was fairly obvious that even Vulcans had their physical limits.

As he lay unconscious on the floor, a small trickle of green blood dripped from his nose onto the floor; the only outward indication that something wasn't right and the Vulcan was not merely asleep or feigning his condition.

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*It seemed like something in a dream but James knew for certain that he had commanded a Star Ship before a larger and more modern one but where and how. Was it reality or just something the Vulcans put in his head? Well where ever it came form he would use that knowledge to save this ship and crew.*

James : "Acting Captains log, Colonel Robert James recording. Commander Logan has placed me in command of the Challenger while he puts all his efforts into our repairs. I am still planning the rescue mission with the Vackall, but I will have to turn over command of the rescue mission to the MACO acting commander, Officer. 1st Lt Towe."

*Hearing a noise behind him James turned to find a Vackall officer appear at the rear of the bridge near the planing table. F'rehl if memory serves. As James approached the rear of the bridge he began discussing the situation with F'rehl. *

James: It will help greatly for our people to have some familiarity with the layout of your ships. But due to the events I will not be leading the assault I have been given the responsibility of commanding the ship. Our MACO commander will be commanding the raid I will help her all I can and believe me she is a warrior also. I will leave you two to plan the assault as I know the way the Lt works I am sure I can adapt my ship tactics to what she needs."

*Moving to the helm James addressed Lt Cmdr Wolf.*

James: Sharon I know you did a great job at tactical but I am going to need the best pilot we have for the maneuvers we need to make with the shape the ship is in. What do you think?

<tag all>

[nasty]

The trio stood in disbelief as the demon like being cried out in pain for them to stop, and as it appeared he lost consciousness. The Vackall on the far left began to move in the direction of Saryn, but he was held back by the center Vackall priest.

“It could be a trick. The demons are cleaver after all.” The center priest protests.

“This feels different.” Replies the younger, Vackall priest form the left of the trio.

The younger priest pulled away from the other two and quickly made his way to the two-way mirrors that protected them from the deafening sounds that attacked Saryn. Through a quick door the young priest was now standing over Saryn. As he looked down he saw the green liquid draining out of the Vulcan’s nose and ears. Kneeling down, the priest dabbed his hand into the warm liquid and to his shock he understood what it was.

“He bleeds!” He called out to the other priest.

“That is impossible.” Boomed the lead inquisitor.

The young priest raced from the main chamber back to the standing priest. Holding his fingers into the light he showed each of them the green blood, “This is no demon, this is a living, breathing being.”

“This is a trick, can’t you see it young one? The demon has cast a cloud over your eyes. It can show falsehoods to those willing to see them. Do not stray young one.”

Without a second thought the two other priests left the room, leaving the young priest by himself and his curious thoughts.

“Bring him to the hospital.” The young priest commanded the guards.

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Sharon had been busy working on her board plus helping with helm, helm was more a mess then tactical was. she had removed her outer jacket and tossed it across a chair,, it would take time to get the ship ship shape but hopefully soon they will be able to retrieve the Captain and the Doctor.

Sharon was under helm working with an ensign that was above and behind her when she heard someone approach, she heard the Macos voice and slid out.

James: Sharon I know you did a great job at tactical but I am going to need the best pilot we have for the maneuvers we need to make with the shape the ship is in. What do you think?

Sharon wiped her forehead on her shirt and smiled. "I believe I can handle that, how soon until we can get underway?"

<Robert>

"This ship when its at 100% can pretty much out maneuver anything, but speed is its only limitation, I have flown since I was a kid, from old single prop airplanes, to simulations with the shuttlepods and the Nx class simulation." Sharon stated as a matter of fact.

<Robert>

Sharon watched Robert think over what she just told him, he was a marine, what did he know about flying, for him its give him a gun and tell him where to shoot. Sharon giggled at that thought, she thought marines know more about fighting then flying.

Sharon got to thinking about the Doctor and his daughter, she wondered if Numike was with him, Numike was a cute kid, Sharon still could not fathom why people hated Vulcans, Saryn seemed to be nice and every much the father, her own father was, without the fear of heights.

[Deleted]

Saryn stirred under the young priest's touch and by the time the guards were about to lift him up into their arms, he opened his eyes. The guards lowered him back to the floor and allowed him to regain his bearings, somewhat. "Thank you," Saryn murmured, as he tried to wipe the blood from his face, staring at it in fascination.

He sat up, resting his head on his hands for a few seconds as he willed the headache away then held out his hands towards the guards, signaling he needed assistance in getting up. His eyes met those of the young priest and he cast him a look of gratitude. Though he had not heard the priest speak, he knew the youngling had said something.

Without argument, he allowed the guards to lead him to what appeared to be a medical bay, where he was urged onto an examination table. Seeing he had no choice in the matter whatsoever, Saryn obeyed in silence. He still marveled at the fact that his world appeared to be so silent, but then he remembered the sound barrage and the blood coming from his ears.

He started as someone touched his arm and he looked up into the face of a female Vackall, dressed in the purest of white. Her face was perfect, her dark hair neatly tied back. He shook his head, trying to regain some of his original stoicism, but found he could not. "I cannot hear you," he explained, supporting his words with hand signals that were quite possibly lost on the woman, "my ears are damaged." He pointed at his ears, shaking his head a second time.

The Vulcan sighed in resignation, then reached for what he assumed was a towel. His hand was slapped away immediately. Saryn frowned, then indicated the blood that still dripped from his nose. "I need to staunch it," he explained, reaching for the cloth a second time. His fingers folded over the fabric, staining it green in the process. His gaze never left the woman's, wondering why she had yet to say anything. Carefully, he lowered his mental shields as he felt a presence brush against his mind, but he was ready to block it out if it were hostile.

A warmth washed over him as she invaded his mind, and he sagged back on the bed, eyes closed as he lost consciousness a second time. The woman looked up at the priest, who had come in behind the guards. "This demon taints my domain," she spoke softly, her voice almost musical, "I have put him asleep for now." She frowned as she looked down on the green skinned individual that had smeared her spotless medical bay. "He has a keen awareness, and an organised mind. He suffers, but not just his own suffering, but he is alien. Why have you brought this demon here? Was it not said that he would doom us all? Did your test not show he is a demon, did he not succumb to the sound?"

She thrust a few vials at the priest. "This was for the other one, take it to him at once. We must not allow him to die, he has questions to answer. And bring me the child, I want to examine her more closely. Perhaps we can sway this one to co-operate with us, or sway the child over this one."

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Sharon slid out from under the helm and ...: "how soon until we can get underway?"

"That is up to the engineering crew right now, as soon as we have helm and sub light engines up I want to start the search for the Vackall rebels." The more I am on the bridge the more I miss flying.

"This ship when its at 100% can pretty much out maneuver anything, but speed is its only limitation, I have flown since I was a kid, from old single prop airplanes, to simulations with the shuttle pods and the Nx class simulation." Sharon stated as a matter of fact.

"Well I am certified in Warp 2 fighters and shuttle pods, but I only have 20 hours in the NX simulator. When we get back home maybe you could run me through the helm checkout? But for now I have to brush up on NX combat tactics, so I know what not to do; we do not know if the Captain has been compromised, and just maybe doing something unexpected is what we need?"


*James moved to the Captains chair to review the NX Captains guide to warp 5 combat. *

[nasty]

The priest stood silent in the medical bay as the female doctor performed her simple tasks. As he stood silently his thoughts went from the scripture to his own personal beliefs, something that was normally forbade from happening. Scripture dominated his thoughts and it was supposed to dominate his opinion. This was a different situation for the young priest. He felt something that couldn’t be defined by the holy book, and for the first time in his life he was going out on a limb by trusting his gut instincts.

"He has a keen awareness, and an organized mind. He suffers, but not just his own suffering, but he is alien. Why have you brought this demon here? Was it not said that he would doom us all? Did your test not show he is a demon, did he not succumb to the sound?" The doctor’s questions were sound.

“The demon did succumb to the sound, but he bleeds,” The priest voice tailed off as if he was embarrassed to be mentioning the obvious, but he regains his composure, “the sacred pages don’t say anything about demons that bleed.”

“Perhaps this is a trick, some sort of illusion to dull our senses.”

“Perhaps.” The priest replied, but just as he was about to say more the doctor pushed a handful of vials onto him.

"This was for the other one, take it to him at once. We must not allow him to die, he has questions to answer. And bring me the child, I want to examine her more closely. Perhaps we can sway this one to co-operate with us, or sway the child over this one."

The priest bowed his head slightly. Although he was a priest he was the lowest of levels and did not command the respect that the grand inquisitor had earned, “I shall return quickly.”

[Andrew Kirk]

Andy sat shivering in the corner of the cramped room. Sweat poured from his pores, but his body felt cold. His eyes never moved from Numike, the young vampire like alien from the newly discovered planet of Miranda. It wasn’t that Challenger’s Captain feared the young girl, rather, he feared the hunger that was inside of her, and in his condition he became an easy feed.

The whites of Numike’s eyes penetrated the dark recesses of the room, something Andy found interesting. He found himself curious to know if Numike had more sensitive night vision than humans and Vulcans. His thoughts were quickly interrupted as the main door opened, spilling bright light into the darkened room, which brought several strong armed guards and a slender Vackall male into the room.

“Bring the child to the doctor.” The slender man ordered, “hold him.” He said as he pointed at Andy.

Two guards walked and pressed firmly down on Andy’s shoulders. The slender man walked slowly as he unsheathed a needle of a syringe. Just as Andy began to struggle with what energy he had left inside of him, one of guards forced his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“If you struggle this will cause more pain than is necessary.”

“If you’re going to kill me then get it over with.” Andy managed to say.

“This isn’t meant to kill you Captain. It will fight the infection that is more than likely growing within your body. I am told you that you’re a valuable person and Commander Joq’Tel speaks highly of you. Rest your worries Captain, everything will be fine.”

Andy felt the needle penetrate his skin just as Numike began to scream, and fight with the guards. His body flinched as he tried to get up to help Saryn’s young daughter, but the strength of the two guards was far to much for the Captain to handle. Once his body had settled back down under the continued power of the guards the slender alien pushed the plunger down, sending the clear liquid into his body.

The affects of the drug were instantaneous as Andy felt his body start to go limp, his body felt as if it was spinning, and just after a few short seconds his veins felt as if they were on fire. The guard’s strong grip ceased and Andy flopped onto his side, his vision distorted by the drugs.

“Rest well Captain.”

Andy tried to get to his feet but felt his muscles unwilling to obey his commands. The slender alien stood in the doorway looking back at the incapacitated Captain. He stood in the doorway for a moment before turning on his heels and walking out of the room, letting the door close behind him, bringing darkness back to the room.

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Numike screamed and fought like a lion, struggling to get herself free from the guards that dragged her away from her charge. Her father had tasked her with caring for the captain, doing whatever she could for him. And she had, despite her hunger, which was close to driving her mad. She spat and hissed at the guards, baring her fangs at them, but they were of course both outnumbering her and far stronger than she was at her young age.

She was bodily picked up, her arms pinned beside her body as they tucked her under their arms. She squirmed with all her might but they were determined. When they finally set her down on her feet again, she rallied on them, striking them where she could. They fended her off easily and shoved her forward, towards a tall white clad woman.

"Numike, please," the woman said pleasantly, gesturing towards a bed. "Your father needs your help."

"Father?" Numike turned, taking a tentative step forward, looking up at the stunning woman.

"Yes little one." The Vackall doctor/inquisitor gestured for the girl to come forward. "However, you need to do something for me too. I need information. You see, my people think he's a demon...and you might very well be his spawn."

"Spawn?" Numike didn't understand this word, but she did understand that Saryn needed her help, even though she couldn't see how. "He's no devil. He's a doctor, he helps people."

"I know that." She paused. "We haven't been properly introduced. My name is Saphira and I'm a doctor too." Saphira knelt down before the girl. "Now, what can you tell me about where you come from? Knowing might help me save your father."

"I want to see him," the girl demanded, taking another step forward towards the bed. She was relieved when she was allowed to approach. "Father?" she queried softly, shaking him, gently first but more forcefully the next. She could see the blood on his face and his pallor, but she could also see he was breathing easy.

Saryn however could not respond to the call; he heard but he was unable to find his way back to consciousness. His breathing quickened a little during his struggle, but soon he realised it was moot and knew the woman had done something to him that prevented his awakening.

"Father please, wake up," Numike pleaded with him, taking his hand in both of hers. "I'm hungry father, I need your help. They just came for the captain, I think they hurt him. I'm sorry father, I failed."

Saphira frowned as she listened to the child's pleas to the demon. How could a demon care for a child? And how could a child care so much for something so evil? "You can feed," she encouraged, indicating the girl's fangs, then gesturing to her unconscious patient. "It might help his awakening. Feed on him child, regain your strength."

She smiled encouragingly, wondering if she could entrap the child this way. The child was her leverage for the demon, but the demon was leverage too. "Feed, and then you can return to caring for your captain. We've medicated him, he should be all right soon."

~No!~ Saryn wanted to scream ~what have you done to me~

Saphira heard and her smile widened as she ignored him. Her bright blue eyes settled on the child. "Numike, give in to your desires, to your drives." She had the child, she would bite, she was certain. The child was almost driven mad with hunger.

Numike knew she was in trouble; she hadn't been able to get her medicine, which she would need until she was fully grown. Her hunger was intense, but she had held off so far. Saphira encouraged her, always smiling. She looked down on her father's unconscious form and her keen sight saw the vein throbbing in his throat.

Slowly, she started baring her fangs, leaning forward, reaching to expose the Vulcan's vulnerable throat further. Her tiny hands locked on his throat and face, she reeled as guilt filled her. "Feed," Saphira encouraged behind her, "and you can return to your captain. I'll care for your father, I promise."

Saphira locked eyes with the young priest, who had brought this demon to her. "I've enchanted him," she confided, "he can't respond and he won't wake until I allow him. If he's a true demon, he'll break the spell in a few seconds."

Meanwhile, Numike leaned further in and sank her fangs into her father's throat, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she murmured as hot blood filled her mouth.

Saryn gasped as he felt her teeth sink down into his skin and his eyes snapped open. He tried to reach up and pry her away but his arms would not respond to his command. "Numike," he whispered, his voice anguished, "Numike, stop." Finally, he got his right arm to move and he shoved her away.

"Father!" Numike watched in horror as her father struggled to sit up, blood from the two wounds on his throat pouring down his tunic. She rushed forward, grabbing a single white cloth and pressed it against his throat. "I'm sorry," she sobbed.

The Vulcan circled his arms around the girl, pressing her to him. "Thank you," he whispered to her, raising her face up to him so she would meet his eyes. "You saved me little one. Now you must save Captain Kirk." He nodded towards the guards. "Take her back, please. She must not witness this."

The guards only willingly obeyed, wanting the little menace away from their inquisitor. Meanwhile, Saryn had risen to his feet, leaning heavily against the bed. His hearing was still muffled, but he saw Numike make a few hand signals, before the guards took her by the arms. "Go with them," Saryn signaled back, "do not believe anything they say without either me or Kirk confirming. Do not do anything they tell you to either, if I or Kirk have not given permission."

"I won't," she signaled back, then went with the guards.

"I will not allow you to use my child against me," Saryn snarled at the woman, drawing his sword, "and I shall not allow you to do this to me again." He breathed heavily, his mind still trying to overcome the mind touch that had rendered him incapable of responding to his daughter before.

Saphira merely smiled. "See?" she told the priest. "Your weapon is meaningless to me," she informed Saryn. She made a single move with her hand, distracting his attention before her boot connected hard with his chest. Saryn staggered back but kept his hold on his sword. Saphira however was quick and had him pinned against the wall in seconds. "You are weak, yet so strong," she murmured as her hand pressed against his face. She felt him struggle under her touch. "Your mind is strong, almost as strong as mine, but untrained. I'll learn your secrets." She sent her mind forward with a force that rendered her charge unconscious once more. But not before he was able to take a single swipe at her, cutting deeply into her side.

Now that he was relaxed, Saphira was able to delve into his memories and knowledge and was stunned to find her own beliefs so compromised by what she found. This man's existance went against everything she had been taught to believe. As her priest had said, he was no demon, but she had to keep up a pretense, if she didn't want to have her followers lose their faith.

The woman pulled back, allowing Saryn to sag to the ground. "Take him back," she snarled at the priest, "I'll deal with him later. Bring me the captain, immediately!" She snapped her fingers. "Now youngling, before I have you beheaded for insolence!" She would have a word with him later, in private.

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Having not been able to take a break in the for the past eighteen hours, Jack Logan finally allowed his body to rest. If they kept up with this pace, the Challenger would be ready for combat in three days. ~You better be alive~ Jack thought to himself as he entered his quarters. His quarters were a complete mess, but Jack was to tired to worry about that now. Once Andy and Saryn were back on the ship he would worry about the trivial things in life.

Even though he wanted to sleep for hours without end, Jack knew that he still had more responsibilities. Jack had instructed everyone to send their reports to his quarters and they needed to be attended to right away. Even though he was half asleep, Jack read all twenty five reports. It seemed that everyone aboard the Challenger was working just as hard as he was. Once they were out of this, Jack was going to make sure they all got a few weeks off.

After a quick shower, Jack crashed on his bed not bothering to put any clothes on. It seemed like seconds had only passed when Jack opened his eyes again. Having only been able to get five hours of sleep, Jack put on some clothes and headed towards the bridge. Even though he had given the MACO command of the ship, he still needed to check up on things. Once he entered the bridge, he was quickly greeted with smiling faces.

"I told you he wouldn't be able to stay away," the helm's officer on duty said.

"I know he loves us to much," the armory officer said," what can we do for you sir?"

"Any progress?" Jack asked glad that he had indeed been missed

"No sir...." the helm's officer was about to report before his station alerted them to an incoming ship.

"Put the ship to red alert, get everyone to battlestations," Jack said as he took the center seat. He could already see that the ship approaching them was a rebel flagship. They were indeed in a lot of trouble.

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-Vackall Prime Flagship-

“We have spotted the rebel fleet!” F’rehl called out with great enthusiasm as he stood in front of his main tactical screen, “Do they see us?”

The tactical and science officer looked deeply into his screen and after a moment he turned back to his Commander, “No sir they do not. They are behind a cloud and their sensors are blocked.”

“Move in now. We can’t lose this opportunity. Get me the Challenger.”

F’rehl paced in front of his tactical screen as he waited for the connection to the Challenger to be made. He didn’t have to wait long as the communications officer waved from his far off station, headphones covering his ears.

”Challenger, this is Commander F’rehl, we’ve spotted the rebel fleet and we’re moving in. Ready your soldiers and prepare them for the planned assault. We are not going to miss this opportunity to destroy this rebellion for good.”

<Jack>

-Vackall Rebel Flagship-

Joq’Tel stood over the tactical station on his flagship and watched the Vackall Prime fleet approach. His smile grew larger as he felt his deception working.

“They are approaching sir.”

“I can see this.” Joq’Tel said just above a whisper, “Ready all of our main guns and prepare the cloud feeding particles for disbursement.”

“Aye Fleet Commander.”

“Come closer brother and we shall see who is the better general.”

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The priest leaned down and picked up the limp form of their prisoner, marveling that the demon actually had substance and weight. With a little effort, he carried the Vulcan back to his room, carefully depositing him on one of the beds. He saw the child rush forward and he motioned for her to stay put. "I am helping him," he tried to reassure her, for a second time pondering on his almost shattered beliefs, questioning them not for the first time.

He reached and used one of the blankets to clean up the Vulcan's face, noting that he had stopped bleeding. Prying the sword from his fingers, he returned it back to the scabbard, then forewent to touch it again altogether. Sitting back, he studied what he had believed to be a demon. Two tests now had proven him to be; he had succumbed to the sounds and he had awakened from a spell the high inquisitor had put on him.

Under his hands, Saryn stirred and opened his eyes, his mind still reeling from the intrusive invasion earlier. Yet, he believed that her invasion would have her beliefs in doubt, for during a mind meld one just could not lie. That he was unable to enter hers, was not even considered as he knew he was untrained. He groaned as he tried to sit up, aided by the young man who had taken him to the hospital.

When he was finally sitting up, the first thing he noted was that Kirk was gone. "Where is Andrew?" he asked, surprised that he actually could hear Numike's sobs, "what did you do to me?"

"I did nothing," the priest replied, "I only brought you back here. Your companion is being questioned by the High Inquisitor. You are fortunate that she did not press with you. Rest now, she might continue later." He turned to the child. "Care for him."

"I require sustenance," Saryn requested again, "we have not eaten since our capture."

The priest merely shrugged and returned to report to the inquisitor. Saphira turned bright eyes on Andrew Kirk, who appeared to be sleeping. Quietly, she nudged him. "Wake up captain," she ordered, touching his forehead. "I say wake up! Who are you, and where do you come from? Why do you side with a demon. I can rid you of that demon, I promise. No, I will rid you of that demon and his spawn."

She held out a cup of what appeared to be water. "Drink deeply, it will help. Now, where is your ship?"


Elsewhere, Captain Lysander drummed his fingers on his console. "Contact the Challenger and get me F'rehl. I want a report!"

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Sharon went back to working on the helm station, after about an hour they managed to get it operational, they both went over to tactical and finished working on it, every spare part they could manage to find had been put in place of the burned out parts. Sharon sat up and sighed.

"Colonel, both helm and Tactical are back up and operational, luckily we had the spare parts to replace the burned out circuits." Sharon said.

<Robert>

"Colonel, if you don't mind, I'm going to get a shower, something to eat, check on my cat then I sahll return, unless I can go get a little shuteye." Sharon said.

[Andrew Kirk]

Andy found his body suddenly alert, his eyes opened and quickly fixated on the woman in front of him. He hadn’t the time to ponder why he wasn’t feeling the typical groggy aftereffects of sedation; rather, his attention was focused on the overbearing women in front of him.

“Who are you, and where do you come from? Why do you side with a demon. I can rid you of that demon, I promise. No, I will rid you of that demon and his spawn.” The questions came out of the women’s mouth so quickly Andy hadn’t had the time to comprehend what she had said.

“Wait a second.” Kirk said as he tried to rise but a hand was firmly placed upon his chest, stopping his forward motion.

“Who are you?” She replied as he strode closer.

“Andrew Kirk, Captain, NX-03 Challenger.” Andy replied more out of training then anything else.

“Where do you come from?”

“Andrew Kirk, Captain, NX-03 Challenger.”

The Grand Inquisitor walked patiently around the young Captain. Her eyes remained keenly on the Starfleet officer as she spoke, “I can read your mind. This will be much easier and less painful on you if you simply answer my questions.”

“Andrew Kirk, Captain, NX-03 Challenger.”

“Have it your way.” She motioned for two more strong armed guards to approach.

Andy felt his body pressed against the table, normally he would fight but he found his body unwilling to muster up the strength to fight back. Instead a calming came over his mind, as if he knew he had to save his strength for later.

The Grand Inquisitor’s eyes pierced his own and the first question was asked again, “Who are you?”

Images flashed quickly causing Andy to blink and shake his head, “Andrew Kirk…Captain…”

“Where do you come from?”

Again bright images flash in front of Andy’s eyes, and for the second time he shook his head more out of confusion then pain, “Earth.” He heard his own voice betray his thoughts.

“Where is this ‘Earth’?”

Andy strained but as he opened his mouth to speak words came out that were not what he wanted to say, “Sol Sector of the Milky Way Galaxy. Sector 001 according to the Starfleet star charts.”

“Why do you side with a demon?”

“There are no such things as demons.” Kirk replied.

His honest and unforced reply came as a shock to the Grand Inquisitor. Who posed another question, “Who is this demon?”

“His name is Saryn. He’s not a demon, he’s Vulcan.”

“What is a ‘Vulcan’?”

“A race of people in my galaxy.”

The Grand Inquisitor pressed harder and more images flashed in front of Kirk. These images were familiar ones, ones from his past dealing specifically with past missions, and emotions the young Captain felt from time to time about Vulcans.

“You do not trust the Vulcan people, but you do trust this Saryn.”

“With my life.”

“Why?”

“He’s a good man…and he’s my doctor.”

She pressed harder as if looking for the smallest flaw in Kirk’s responses. The imagery caused dizziness in the young Captain forcing his conscious mind to begin to fade back into the deeper recesses of his mind.

“I’m losing him. He’s not as mentally sturdy as the demon.”

Kirk’s body went limp as he lost consciousness. The Grand Inquisitor looked up from Kirk’s face and onto the two guards, “Take him back to the others. I need to meditate for now.”

“Of course.” Was the reply as the picked Andy’s lifeless looking body off the flattened interrogation chair.

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-NX-03 Challenger-

“Commander F’rehl there is an incoming communication for you.” Announced the Starfleet communications officer.

“I shall take it now.” F’rehl replied as he stood never to Commander Jack Logan on the bridge of the Challenger.

The image of Captain Lysander appeared before them. Instinctually F’rehl dipped his head and slammed his fist against his chest in the sign of a salute.

“Commander the Rebel fleet is well within our grasp, we cannot lose this chance to end this war once and for all. Is the Challenger and her crew ready?”

“We are.” Jack said as he stood up. He would be damned if he was going to allow an alien to speak for him aboard his ship.

“Good,” Lysander replied, “I have assault crafts ready to launch as soon as your soldiers are ready for battle. We will begin our barrage as soon as you are in position.”

“Understood.” Jack said.

“Good hunting Captain.” F’rehl said.

“As to you both.”

The screen went back to the openness of space and the expansive nebula which hardly concealed the large Rebel Flagship.

“We shall do the Gods proud.” F’rehl said loud enough for all the bridge crew to hear, but his comment was directed at the Challenger’s Executive Officer.