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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 15: Trial By Sword**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Stardate: present time**\\
+**Location: unknown**\\
+Naruko stood alone in the white abyss, as her mind raced with questions “Hello . . . ” she called out as her voice echoed in the background.
+“Hello” replied a voice.
+“Where . . . Who are you?” asked Naruko as she spun in circles trying to pin point the unknown voice.
+“Who are you?” implied the voice.
+“I am Ensign Naruko Kuga from the starship Republic.” she replied, puzzled.
+“Who are you?” said the voice again.
+“I just told you who I am!” shouted Naruko
+“This one has energy, yet no spirit,” said another voice.
+“You still haven’t answered my question,” said Naruko.
+“You are in the Universe,” replied the voice.
+“I know that . . . but where in the Universe am I?” asked Naruko, feeling irritable.
+“This one still does not understand,” the voice commented
+“Understand What! You make no sense . . . You won’t tell me who you are, and stating that I’m in the Universe, but won’t tell me what planet . . . solar system . . . or any location!” said Naruko in an outrage.
+“We are the Alpha,” said the voice.
+“And the Omega,” said another.
+“Great more riddles,” criticized Naruko, throwing her arms up in frustration.
+“This one cannot understand, it does not flow from us,” said the voice.
+“Yet it ends with us,” said another.
+“Yet it is has been here before,” said the original voice.
+“End . . . What? Here Before?” asked Naruko.
+“All flow through the Universe,” said the voice.
+“It is Random,” replied another voice.
+“It must be purged,” said the voice.
+“It must be purified . . . like the other,” concluded another voice.
+\\
+\\
+**Stardate: unknown -- approximately two decades ago**\\
+**Location: USS Roosevelt crash site, Talos III**
+“Damnit George your going to kill her!” shouted Zen.
+“Shut your mouth Zen . . .” George replied as he looked over the readouts on the console. “. . . Be grateful I’ve kept you alive for this!”
+“She is a human being George!” said Zen in an outrage, as he tried to loosen his restraints.
+“She is a tool of mankind . . .” George replied, then whispering, “I’ll complete this project.”
+“You’re insane George, stop now before you go over the edge.” Zen knew his words would be in vain.
+Naruko’s body floated in a glass tank of an unknown blue gel-like substance with Borg like wires attached to her. The blue liquid in the tank slowly began to boil as a faint white glow formed around the tank.
+“The birth of an angel,” George commented as he watched the tank glow even more intense.
+Before Zen could react, the tank exploded with a flash of light. When the lighting of the room returned to normal, Zen took a look at George only to find him on the floor with a piece of glass protruding into his neck.
+Like a strike of lighting, a Starfleet away team dressed in black combat suits entered the room, Zen took only a glance at a few of them as they rush towards the tank that Naruko was in. He could feel the crude restraints give way as one of the away team members approach him.
+“Doctor Zen Kuga?" inquired a female officer. "Also know as Lieutenant Commander Naruaki Kuga of the USS Roosevelt?”
+“Guilty as charged . . . and you are?” asked Zen.
+“I’m Commander Packwell . . . I work for the organization . . .” she replied with haste, only to comment. “Commodore McCain will be pleased that you’re still alive.”
+“Great . . .” says Zen sarcastically.
+“Commander we got a live one over here!” someone shouted.
+“Naruko . . .” said Zen, feeling disgraceful as he took a look at George’s corpse, “You got off easy, friend.”
+\\
+\\
+**Stardate: present time**\\
+**Location: sickbay, USS Coeus**\\
+Naruko’s body lay in a stasis pod as two men stood over her body.
+“Her organ functions are normal, however there is little brain activity . . . ” the Doctor sighed deeply. “ . . . She is not brain dead that I know of . . . the only thing I can think of is that she is in some type of coma.”
+“I will inform the Republic of their missing shuttle and personnel,” replied McCain.
+“What do you plan on telling them?” question the Doctor.
+“I’ll give them the remains of the shuttle, as for Ensign Kuga, I’ll let Admiral Kostya deal with her,” said McCain, leaving the room.
+“Sir!” shouted the Doctor.
+“Doctor, I don’t need to remind you of your job, or do I?” implied McCain.
+“Bastard . . . ” the Doctor mumbled as he watched McCain exit.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: conference room, USS Coeus**
+Commodore McCain stood at the window engaged in thought as he looked towards the stars. The conference room doors opened, and Naruko slowly walked in with her hands bound, and followed by two security officers.
+“Admiral Kostya should be joining us soon,” said McCain as he continued to gaze at the stars.
+A few minutes of silence passed quickly before the doors opened once again. However, it was not Admiral Kostya.
+“Admir . . . ” began McCain as he turned to see who had really entered “Admiral . . . ” trying to finish his sentence.
+The Admiral’s hand rose towards the Commodore in a command to keep silent. “Josh you insult me . . . ” her face flush with anger. “To think you would go above me and use Admiral Kostya as a puppet.”
+“Admiral . . . ” began McCain again.
+“Silence!” shouted the Admiral. “I’ll deal with you later, security please escort the Commodore to his cabin.” She watched as McCain left the room before asking a favor from the last security officer preparing to exit. “Before you go, could you please remove the restrains from Ensign Kuga?”
+As the security officer unlocked the restraint, Naruko began to rub her wrists wondering what was going on.
+The Admiral sighed deeply as she said, “I’m sure you have many questions Ensign.”
+Naruko replied sarcastically, “That’s getting to the point.”
+“I must apologize for the Commodore’s actions, However, that doesn’t really make anything easier after what he put you through,” said the Admiral. She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. “I’m going to make you a deal. You can go back to the Republic and continue your duties, but you must speak nothing what has happened to you and what you are. If you void this agreement, then I will have no choice but to remove you.”
+“I’m sorry Admiral, but are you threatening me?” questioned Naruko harshly.
+The Admiral stood and faced Naruko, “This is an easy offer and I will not put the Organization at risk because of some foolish experiment that started twenty two years ago.”
+Naruko looked at the Admiral in shock and puzzlement. “. . . Experiment?”
+The Admiral paced in frustration around Naruko, “Stop pretending you don’t know . . . ” Taking a glance at Naruko to notice her puzzlement, she continued. “For God’s sake, it was programmed into your memory!”
+“What . . .” began Naruko as she was interrupt by the Admiral.
+“You’re a synthetic human, created for the Aegis’ computer system . . . ” she sighed in disbelief. “ . . . That so-called man you call you a father has told you one too many lies . . . you even forgot who you are.”
+“LIES?” shouted Naruko not wanting to believe what she is hearing.
+“Believe what you want Ensign, but you being here was due to faulty programming in your recall function, and an insane man bent on talking to God,” the Admiral concluded, walking over to the commpanel.
+Naruko shook her head back and forth. “This is unbelievable . . . I don’t . . . I won’t listen to this anymore!”
+The Admiral gave Naruko a disgusted look and said, “You’ll soon realize it, maybe on the shuttle ride back to the Republic or maybe when we meet again . . . In any case you must keep this a secret, for your sake and ours.”
+“I just want to know what is going on here,” said Naruko as she calmed down.
+“It’s better if you don’t know Ensign, and for you to go back to the Republic,” commented the Admiral
+“What are you going to tell Captain Roth?” questioned Naruko.
+“That you were under the influence of an alien device that you came in contact with at Starbase 39 Sierra,” replied the Admiral.
+“How do you know they’ll believe it?” implied Naruko.
+The Admiral gave a slight smirk replying, “Oh . . . They’ll believe it Ensign . . . Because I told them to.” She pressed a button on the commpanel. “Security, please escort Ensign Kuga to my runabout.”
+//“Aye Aye Ma’am”//
+“You’re just letting me go? After I haven’t even said I would tell the truth or not?” taunted Naruko.
+Two security officers entered the room and stood next to Naruko.
+“You don’t even know what the truth is Ensign,” commented the Admiral motioning towards the security officers to take Naruko away.
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 16: Crossroads**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+With the pulsating red light of the alert indicators reflecting off the walls of the bridge, Carter closed his channel to the landing party and turned to the science station.
+"Report ensign," he asked Hranok's young African replacement. "What's happening on the surface? Is the station in any danger?"
+"Hard to say, sir," she replied. "The geologic disturbances are increasing, but they're well below the tolerance limit of the station's integrity shields. That place was designed to take on all sorts of radiation."
+"I'll bet the designers didn't have hydroplaning on a lake of lava in mind when they built it," Carter commented. Looking back to the screen filled with diamond-shaped Tholian cruisers taking up station around the Republic, he tapped his combadge.
+"Battlestations!" he announced. "All senior officers report to the bridge!"
+"Auxiliary power to shields," Roth ordered from the captain's chair. "Ops, is there anyway we can maneuver the ship between the planet and the Tholians, drop our rear deflector, and beam people up from the station?"
+"I don't know, ma'am!" the young petty officer at the ops console replied. "I'm . . . I'm not sure if I can do that!" It was clear the inexperienced crewman was not fully trained in battle maneuvers. The assistant helmsman, Lieutenant Snyder, looked at the youngster with concern before turning to the captain.
+"I think I can pull off the maneuver, ma'am," he replied. "But I would need someone at ops who was quick with central transporter control to do it."
+"Where the hell is Kuga?!" shouted Commander Carter. "Open a channel to the Tholians!" he ordered.
+The Russian tactical chief, Lieutenant Danzig, shook his head as a negative warble sounded from his station. "They're still jamming standard hailing frequencies," he replied. Suddenly, a higher-pitched chirp lighted up his console. "But, I have an incoming transmission from Starfleet Command on the narrow-beam emergency channel."
+"On screen," Carter ordered.
+"It's a secure channel, sir," Danzig replied. "Priority one: captain's eyes only."
+Carter and Roth looked to each other in surprise.
+"They got our last log entry," John commented. "Surely they know our situation. Why would they bother you with an eyes-only communiqué?"
+Roth shook her head. "I . . . I don't know." It was clear that Roth knew who the person on the other end was, but there was still bewilderment in her eyes as to the subject and timing. "I'll take it in my ready room," she finally ordered Danzig. "Commander Carter, you have the bridge."
+"Aye, ma'am."
+\\
+\\
+**Location: captain's ready room, USS Republic**
+As the doors slid open, Roth marched into the room with a firm, stubborn expression on her face. Taking a seat at her desk, she gave an order to the computer.
+"Computer, disable all recording devices and monitors. Authorization Roth-alpha-two-niner."
+//"Acknowledged. Systems deactivated."//
+"Transfer priority-one security transmission to this console," the captain immediately replied, swiveling the communications screen towards herself. "Security code five-seven-bravo-three-six."
+Replacing the wreathed Federation logo on the screen was the gray-haired head of Admiral Vladimir Kostya.
+"Admiral?" Roth asked with incomprehension. "Why did you call me? We're about to go into combat! I'm needed on the bridge."
+//"Carter can handle it from here, Kim."//
+Roth was visibly irritated. "And what exactly am I supposed to do? Just sit back and watch the fight? Some captain you're making me out to be!"
+//"If you separate the ship and take command of the stardrive section, you'll have enough power to outrun the Tholians, and you won't need to fight."//
+The captain was confused. "The ship needs all the power we can get from the warp engines if it's to stand any chance. If I separate Republic now, the stardrive would be short two phaser arrays, and the saucer would be a sitting duck. Besides, Carter would never go for it."
+//"He wouldn't have to."//
+Roth was stunned at the admiral's sobering reply.
+//"I'm ordering you to excuse yourself from the main bridge and take over the battle bridge. When you transfer the command codes down there, no one will be able to stop you from executing an emergency saucer sep."//
+"With all due respect, sir, are you nuts?" Roth exclaimed. "There's at least eight hundred people in the saucer, many of them families and children, and you're planning to leave them behind to DIE?"
+The admiral, with his sense of political correctness, placed a spin on the issue.
+//"Not die. They'll be casualties of war. Look, Kim. If you're smart, we can both still make some good on what happens here. You'll have a command again, and no one back at headquarters will know any different. I'll make sure of that."//
+The captain finally put two and two together, realizing what the admiral was suggesting. He had no intension of saving anyone in the saucer, nor on the planet. He sent her out here knowing full well that they would run into trouble. Everything he had secretly briefed her on back at Starbase 39 Sierra was a lie, and there were never any plans to negotiate with the Tholians.. His whole reason for promoting her, giving her the Republic, and sending her on this mission was to have a lackey in the command seat. To have someone in charge to do his bidding . . . no matter the cost.
+All the animosity towards Starfleet and the people who sent her to the stockade years ago was welling within her. She tried to do the right thing on the Thundercrest, and got court-marshaled for it. Now, Kim found herself in yet another ethical dilemma; one that was, by design, intended to force her into making a decision she knew was wrong, and if she tried to make it right, there's no telling what apocalypse would befall her and her career.
+A lump formed in her throat, and her eyes brimmed with tears as she thought about the people who would die if she followed the admiral's order. Worse yet, her sponsor was ensuring that justice for the deceased would be overlooked and swept under the carpet. All for the sake of war.
+War. That one, deceitful word that turned friends into enemies, and tyrants into patriots. An excuse to throw away innocent lives to the benefit of only a few, powerful oppressors who think only of themselves. They will lie, cheat, and steal to get what they want. Without a second thought, they will murder . . .
+With a clenched jaw and burning eyes, Roth slowly looked back towards the screen.
+"No . . ." she gnashed with a raspy voice. "No, admiral. They WILL know!" She buffeted her fists against the desk, seething with anger. "Just like they'll know that YOU'RE the one responsible for sending the Republic into this mess in the first place!"
+//"I thought you'd be smarter than this, Kim. I really did . . ."//
+\\
+\\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+Captain Roth stormed out of the ready room with thundering silence. Crossing the walkway into the command pit, Carter caught a glimpse of her face, unsure of whether to comment on or question her secretive conversation. As she sat down in the command chair, John opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the alert klaxon.
+With all eyes turning to the viewscreen, a bolt of orange plasma erupted from the nose of one of the Tholian ships. It grew larger as distance between it and the Republic closed.
+"Evasive action!" shouted Carter.
+"All hands! Brace for impact!" Roth managed to shout over the loudspeakers before collision.
+As the vessel vibrated in response to the weapon, the blinding light on the screen gave way to a matrix of fine, crimson-glowing threads spread out across the space surrounding Republic. Personnel on the bridge regained their composure as they watched in awe the newly-constructed stasis web, trapping the ship in place as it orbited Sigma Omicron.
+Roth quietly whispered to herself, "looks like we're going nowhere now, admiral . . ."
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+**Location: station infirmary, Sigma Omicron Terraforming Station**
+Lieutenant Nathan Hawk eyed Doctor Samantha Beckett and her Bolian benefactor with deliberate scrutiny from behind the force-field of the main surgical bay, his gaze unflinchingly fixed on Hranok as the pair engaged in a furious whispered exchange on the other side of the infirmary. Unable to hear anything said between the two, he struggled to decipher what little he could from reading their lips - a skill he now wished he had spent more time developing.
+Behind him, Lieutenant Commander Bruce Burke began coughing spasmodically. The stress of the current situation had sent his recently acquired illness from a nuisance level and a minor annoyance to that of a full-blown infection that was now crippling him.
+Leon shook off the chill of watching Madhava vaporized, and immediately tended to the ailing engineer. The doctor helped him up onto a surgical bio-bed, and as Bruce propped himself up on his elbows, Leon ran his tricorder over him.
+"This is one unusually virulent and stubborn strain of streptococcus you've got, Bruce," informed Cromwell, eyeing the viral analysis on his tricorder.
+"I hate to bother you with it at a time like this." Burke seemed to joke.
+"Don't worry about it," the doctor returned. "The rest of these people are already taken care of." He pointed to the rest of the bed-ridden patients with a few tending nurses within the medical-bay-turned-brig. Although Leon didn't like the idea of holding injured personnel hostage, he concluded there could be a lot worse places than a room full of biobeds and medicine. Picking up a hypospray, Leon loaded it with the proper medication.
+"This should help ease the symptoms," he stated, as he pressed the device to Burke's neck and thumbed the activator. "Unfortunately, there isn't much else I can do about treating the source. Not with just a hypospray, a half-dozen medications, and a tricorder, I'm afraid."
+"Is there a risk it could spread?" Burke inquired.
+"No, it's not contagious at this stage," replied Leon. "But each case requires a custom-formulated antiserum that I can't synthesize down here. We need to get you back to the Republic. Just try to rest for now," the doctor ordered. "We can worry about shutting down the reactors once we get out of our little predicament."
+With a frown Leon turned to Nat. "Speaking of which, I'd like to know, A: Who are these friends of yours, B: why did they choose now to pull this little mutiny, and C: how the hell do we get out of this so we can get those reactors off-line and get everyone out of here?"
+"Did ya miss the part 'bout threatin' ta kill me, Doc?" Hawk shot back, perhaps with too much venom in his voice. Realizing this, he turned to the Doctor and shook his head from side-to-side, slowly. "Sorry," he offered, quietly. "But they ain't no friends a mine. Best I can tell, Hranok's either a Syndicate hit-man, 'er a Starfleet Officer gone real bad." Hawk explained.
+Leon slowly closed his eyes in comprehension, realizing the gravity of the situation. His stomach tightened with anxiety before he let out a sigh of disbelief. Most everyone in the Federation knew what happened to Fleet Admiral Morozov a month ago. The thought that Beckett and Hranok were members of the Syndicate, a criminal group with a reach so long that they could assassinate the highest-ranking Starfleet officer while he was home on Earth, made his skin crawl.
+"John told me about your situation, but . . ." The doctor shook his head. "I had no idea they'd go this far." He stared at the two conversing hired guns at the other end of the infirmary, unable to convince himself that they were members of the most feared criminal organization in known space.
+"They seem awfully disagreeable," Doctor Cromwell said while noting the disdain on Beckett's face as she whispered to the Bolian. "Do you really think those two are working together?"
+"I doubt it," he answered. "Beckett's get her own agenda. I think Hranok just saw this as n'oppurtunity n'decided ta take it. Figured Beckett fer the treasonous bitch she is earlier 'an us, made a deal ta help her n'exchange fer me." Hawk said.
+"Hey," asked Burke. "Would you mind filling me in?"
+The question was one Hawk was hoping Burke would not ask. Only Roth, Carter, Cromwell, and Forrest knew of his status as the key witness against Keevan Faro, and as a result, the entire Orion Syndicate. He wasn't anxious to explain it to anyone else, least of all someone he had only known for a few weeks.
+"It's a long, complicated story." Hawk answered, simply.
+"I'd say so." Cromwell added, rolling his eyes.
+"Well let's have the short version."
+"One word; Kostya." Hawk replied.
+"Who?" Burke questioned.
+Leon fumed at the thought. "Admiral Vladimir Kostya," he answered with contempt. "Chief of Starfleet Operations and the worst thing that's ever stepped foot on the Republic."
+"Not ta mention one helluva sonuvabitch." Hawk added.
+Burke observed the mood for a long moment narrowing his eyes to mere slits. He propped himself against a wall and spit at the floor. "What I wouldn't give for an ice cold Tranya right about now."
+"Quiet!" shouted Beckett, suddenly, now just a few meters outside the force-field. "How dare you disrespect such a great man, a man of such vision and wisdom, as Vladimir Kostya! If not for men and women like him, the Federation would have been picked apart, piece by piece, by our enemies!"
+"What n'the great state a South Carolina r'ya talkin' bout, lady?" Hawk countered.
+"Just keep your mouths shut," Beckett replied, "I don't want to hear so much as a peep out of any of you." she stated, turning away from them.
+Hawk simply couldn't resist.
+"Peep." Hawk muttered.
+Beckett stopped.
+Leon's forehead collapsed into his right hand as he crossed his arms. "You just can't help it, can you?" he muttered.
+"Well what's she gonna do? Shoot me? Somethin' tells me little boy blue over there-" he said with a gesture towards Hranok, "-wouldn't look to kindly on that."
+"You know, you're right," Beckett replied, "My associate wouldn't be too pleased if I went and shot you, Lieutenant." Beckett admitted. "Then again, I could always shoot one of your colleagues." At that, she fired her small phaser. A few of the patients and nurses trapped in the medical bay with the Republic officers screamed at the action, and for a split second, Nat, Leon, and Bruce tensed. However, the phaser beam simply deflected off the force-field.
+"Now keep your mouth shut, or next time, I really will shoot one of your friends." Beckett warned.
+Shooting Nat a stern look that suggested silence, Leon turned to the collection of injured station personnel they were holed up with. Deep inside, he knew that if he and Nat tried an escape plan, Beckett could simply vaporize everyone else in the bay in one stroke, just like Commander Madhava.
+The next few minutes where spent in silence, as the trio of Republic officers considered their predicament.
+"If there was only some way to get this force field down. . ." Leon thought aloud.
+"Trust me, Doctor, there isn't." came an unexpected reply from Hranok, now standing just beyond the force-field. "Besides which, even if you did manage to escape, where would you go? This planet was barely habitable when we got here, and now? Now she appears to be tearing herself apart." he commented. "There's always the Republic though, isn't there? Oh, wait, that's right. She's surrounded by angry Tholian warships. Not as if she would be much more of a safe haven even if the Tholians went away." Hranok taunted.
+"That s'posed ta scare me, Hranok?" Hawk asked. "Oh no, the big bad Syndicate found me. What will I do?" he asked, mockingly.
+"Heh," Hranok snorted, "believe me, the Syndicate is the least of the Republic's concerns. No, my fail safe is considerably more of an immediate threat to the Republic."
+"What fail safe?" Cromwell asked.
+"Oh, come on, you don't really expect me to show you all my cards . . . " Hranok replied.
+"Well why not? 'Fraid we'll escape? Botch yer plans?" Hawk challenged.
+"Hardly." Hranok replied, smugly. Pausing for a moment to consider things, he eventually settled the internal debate. "Lets just say that those pesky sub-space termites aren't exactly what they appear to be." Hranok teased.
+"Paratanium." Burke stated, suddenly.
+"Very good, Commander. A little late though. I've got to admit, when I heard you had been assigned to the Republic, I was worried you might catch on and nip my back-up plan in the bud. Thankfully, it seems your intellect isn't as towering as you might like everyone to believe." Hranok said.
+"Paratanium?" Cromwell queried, growing concerned.
+"It's an alloy," Burke answered. "It's only used in small quantities, and only when needed, because it breaks down easily when exposed to localized sub-space emissions in the g-band."
+"Localized emissions like those produced by my special breed of sub-space termites."
+"How exactly r'termites yer back-up plan?" Hawk asked with a laugh.
+"The dilithium chamber," Burke answered for him, "the inner seal is laced with paratanium. If those things dissolve it . . . "
+"Boom!" Hranok finished, laughing.
+"Sonuvabitch . . . " Hawk spat.
+"It seems to be your destiny in life to bring death to anyone and everyone around you, Lieutenant." Hranok replied. "You think on that for a while." he added, before turning and walking away, back to Beckett.
+"We've got to get out of here, now," Cromwell said in a hushed tone.
+"I'm open ta suggestions . . . " Hawk replied.
+"What about Hranok?" Cromwell suggested. "He's an empath, or a telepath . . . whichever! Maybe if we focus, if we concentrate, we might be able to-"
+As if his mind was being read, the door to the far side of the infirmary slid open, startling the two hostage-takers standing nearby, and cutting off the rest of the Doctor's statement. There, standing in the doorway, was Counselor Tolkath holding a phaser in one hand, and propping up an injured McTaggert with the other arm.
+"Riettan!" shouted Doctor Cromwell from behind the force field. As he did so, an orange lance of phaser fire flew from the counselor's weapon. Hranok had almost fired on the newcomers with his own type-II phaser, but Tolkath's shot hit the Bolian's firing hand, causing him to spin around and dive for cover behind a table.
+Doctor Beckett used the moment to find a firing position behind a lab counter, opening fire at the Republic's counselor and security officer. Both officers dropped to the floor, barely dodging the return fire. As Riettan found his own firing position inside the room, he exchanged shots with Beckett as McTaggert performed a low-crawl across the floor, and to the surgical isolation controls. In a blue flash, the force-field vanished.
+In a maneuver that was reminiscent of a pool diver, Leon sprung towards Beckett, tackling her to the ground. Nearby, Hranok, who was nursing an injured hand, took count of the odds against him, and scrambled towards the rear exit. Counselor Tolkath took several more shots to try and stop the Bolian, but they fell short, and in seconds, the rogue science officer had escaped.
+Without pause, Hawk darted across the infirmary to where Hranok's phaser had fallen and retrieved the weapon, even as Beckett continued to resist, giving Cromwell one hell of a fight. Though Nat was confident the medical officer would emerge victorious, they didn't have the time for a drawn out brawl. Hesitating only long enough to lower the setting, he fired on Beckett, the beam slamming into her and knocking her over just before she could complete a rather nasty left-hook to Leon's jaw.
+"Everyone alright?" queried Tolkath.
+"More or less," Burke replied, looking as if a shuttle had just hit him.
+"Alright folks, listen up," Hawk ordered, "with C'Mander Madhava gone, this station's chain a'command's been snapped. So looks like we're n'charge now. Burke, I need ya ta get them reactors off-line, pronto. Doc, something tells me he might need a helpin' hand from an M.D. so yer with him. Tolkath, McTaggert, you two've gotta get everybody ta the Hopper pad. It's the highest structure, n'only place big enough ta fit everybody t'gether. We don't know whose on what side though, so get yerself some phaser rifles n'treat everybody like a suspect. If all goes well, they'll owe ya their lives an won't care, n'if all doesn't go well, hell, no body'll know." Hawk directed.
+"What about you?" Cromwell inquired.
+"I'm goin' after Hranok. He's gotta know how ta stop them things b'fore they dissolve that inner seal, cause from the way he just ran outta here like a yellow-bellied coward, he wasn't plannin' on diein' ta complete his mission." Hawk answered.
+For a moment, it seemed as if the Doctor was going to say something, perhaps challenge Hawk's rationale. Instead, he offered just two words of advice: "Good luck."
+"Ta all've us." Hawk replied.
+With a dissatisfied look, Leon looked around the infirmary at the multiple patients who would need evacuation to the hopper pads in addition to the healthy station personnel. The doctor had no idea what Hawk had in mind with the hoppers, as they were only sub-orbital vehicles and couldn't reach orbit. That, and the fact that the hoppers had limited passenger capacity almost made him think twice about what the Republic's helmsman was up to. However, Leon's trust in Nat, no matter how he seemed to find trouble wherever he went, had grown in this crisis due to his intuition and striving need to ensure everyone got to safety.
+"Alright," the doctor announced to the small group of nursing staff. "Get anti-grav stretchers and every piece of portable medical gear you've got. These patients need evacuation to the hopper pads immediately, so get started."
+As the medical crew started to retrieve their equipment, Bruce Burke was gripped with another round of spasmodic coughing. As soon as it subsided, Leon was at his side with a hypospray.
+"This will give you an energy boost," the doctor commented to the engineer as the medicine was injected. "The symptoms will subside for a few hours, but after that, you won't have any choice but to rest. Get to the control center, get those reactors shut down, and head back to the hopper pads as soon as possible. I want to be right there with a stretcher when the stimulant wears off."
+As Burke left the room, Leon turned to Tolkath and McTaggart who were busy binding Doctor Beckett's hands behind her back with a roll of adhesive tape. "Let's get her up there as well," he grumbled. "When she wakes up, I have a few questions for her."
+In minutes, the station's medical bay was empty as Doctor Cromwell, Counselor Tolkath, and Lieutenant McTaggart spread out around the station to gather personnel, directing them to the hopper pads.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: Sigma Omicron Terraforming Station, level-A, hopper staging area**
+The horizon was an image out of a nightmare. Even with the station's shields at maximum, the fiery orange glow of erupting lava flows permeated the energy field. As several dozen station personnel gathered on the flat deck of the hopper pads, they gaped in awe at the geologic phenomena before them.
+Tolkath and Cromwell were just as stricken by the vista as everyone else when they made the final climb to the staging level. Sigma Omicron's once starry sky had shattered into shades of scarlet and magenta as light from the molten rivers created an ominous haze in the upper atmosphere. Although the shields kept a breathable environment around the station's uppermost level, the heat convection stirred up winds that whistled past everyone's ears.
+"Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here . . ." Leon quoted as he gawked at the spectacle. Minutes passed as he watched distant explosions in the planet's crust, throwing another geyser of flame towards the heavens. It took a young, red-headed lieutenant tugging at his sleeve to get his attention.
+"Excuse me, sir," she beckoned, and Doctor Cromwell shed his feelings of dread in trade for a moment of clarity. "But all station personnel have been accounted for. What do we do now?"
+"Good question," Leon muttered. Tapping his combadge, he attempted to contact his colleagues.
+"Cromwell to Hawk."
+Seconds ticked by without a response.
+"Cromwell to Hawk," he tapped again. "Can you hear me?"
+The doctor was greeted with silence once more. Irritated and worried, he tapped his communicator yet again, changing his focus.
+"Cromwell to Burke. Do you read?"
+//" . . . an't hear . . well. Systems respon . . . can . . . .few min . . . and by,"// came the choppy response.
+The doctor looked to Reittan for reassurance.
+"We're probably getting interference from the overloading reactors," the counselor reasoned. "Let's give them a few more minutes."
+"Not like we have much choice," came Leon's usual gruff reply. And as he did so, an unusual tingling sensation swelled within his chest. A cascade of violet and orange energy enveloped him, and as he was about to panic with the thought that the station's shields had somehow failed, the doctor suddenly found himself in an entirely new environment.
+The orange glow that had once emanated from planetary volcanism now danced off smooth, translucent walls. The incandescent light no longer appeared ominous, but more of a natural yet unknown function of the environment beyond the room where Leon now stood. With yet a new spectacle to gape over, several flashes of violet-orange light flickered around him as personnel from the hopper pad materialized beside the doctor. Soon, he found himself sharing the alien abode with Counselor Tolkath, as well as other station personnel to include the unconscious Doctor Beckett.
+As Leon and Reittan looked at each other with astonishment, it suddenly occurred to both of them who they owed their rescue to.
+"Tholians . . . " the counselor whispered.
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+**Location: Science Lab 4, USS Republic**
+Victor Virtus sat uneasily in the laboratory's less-than- comfortable chair, staring absently at the display screen. At present count, 49.7 seconds had elapsed between the time he'd asked the computer for a status report, and the screen's present state, which Victor was displeased to note, was blank.
+Victor knew many things, or rather, thought about many things simultaneously, and just now, he considered what MIGHT be causing the processor lag. Among his favorite alternatives were, the spontaneous generation of sentience by the ship's holodeck creations, followed closely by infection of the computer core by a Borg nano-virus. Though Vic had to admit that the thrill of the latter proposition was simply curiosity as to how long it would take him to defeat the Borg algorithm. However, given Republic's current situation, and what variables he could account for given the ship's command staff, Doctor Virtus decided that it was most likely that the ship was on red alert.
+To keep from being distracted by his "independent" research, Victor had disabled any and all alert messages through the science lab, confident that if anything of note did occur, he would be able to discern what it was. `An arrogant position', Virtus thought to himself, `but as John would no doubt remind me, "It's only arrogance if you can't actually do it"'. Determined to see what he'd missed, Dr. Virtus straightened up, gave his mustache a cursory grooming, and headed for the door.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+`Trapped'. That was all John Carter could think as he saw the glowing orange lattice work the Tholians had thrown around Republic. He'd heard the stories. Everyone in `Fleet had; how the Tholians used a web of high-energy tachyon beams to hold ships in place by focusing gravity and god only knew how many other cosmic forces. The Enterprise, `Kirk's Enterprise' John reminded himself, had encountered the Tholians a hundred years ago when investigating the disappearance of the Constitution Class Defiant. In that case, the Tholian's had also used something that Science Officer Spock had called `Interpahse'. Whether that was by design or happenstance, Carter couldn't be sure, but he knew someone who would.
+John tapped his comm. badge. "Carter to Pikita", he called out.
+//"Engineering, Bridge. Go ahead."//
+"Do we have any forward motion at all?"
+//"Negative, XO, we're putting out plenty of power, but it looks like were in still waters. Warp fields won't form in this thing, and impulse can't overcome the gravitic concentration."//
+"Understood, Pikita," Carter advised, "we're up for ideas up here."
+//"Roger that XO. Engineering out."//
+The channel closed, and Carter tapped his badge again "Bridge to Doctor Virtus."
+Before the Martian XO had finished his sentence, the bridge turbolift opened, and Victor Virtus strode down the ramp. "Standing by Commander," Virtus quipped as he stood in the command pit, in a place usually reserved for the Ship's Counselor.
+Kim Roth meanwhile, was pondering the scene on the viewer as well. She glanced to her right and seeing Dr. Virtus, gestured for him to sit. "Nice to see you again, Doctor Virtus", she offered.
+"Thank you, Captain. I apologize if I'm interrupting."
+"Not at all Doctor. It seems we have an interesting situation."
+"Seems that's our specialty," Carter offered sitting at Roth's other shoulder. "Is this as bad as I think it is, Vic?"
+Virtus thought for a moment, and then nodded his head. "At least," he shifted his gaze to the scene on the viewer. "Is the web static, or is it fluctuating?"
+"Tac?" Carter asked, "status of the web?"
+Conrad Danzig looked at the sensor display at his station. "Perimeter looks stable at 25 meters beyond our shield envelope. Shields are stable and holding. No stress or contact with the web, whatever it is."
+Roth nodded grimly. "Communications with our guests?"
+Again, Danzig answered in a clipped, crisp tone. "They're still jamming, Captain," he explained, "But I think they're receiving. Translator is tied in."
+Kim Roth stood up and tugged at the hem of her dark over-tunic. "Tholian fleet," she declared coolly, "this is Captain Kimberly Roth, USS Republic. You have violated Federation space and are illegally detaining this vessel. I caution you that these actions could be concerned an act of war, and would respectfully urge caution."
+`More flies with honey,' John Carter thought. `That's an interesting approach'. Meanwhile, Roth continued.
+"I'd like to know the reason for this incursion as well as any light you could shed on the conditions of the planet surface. I assure you, we wish only . . . "
+In mid-sentence, a strange combination of squeaking, popping, and the grating of fingernails on slate filled the air. Seconds later, Republic's universal translator caught up with the alien noise. "You do not hear our words," the ship's calm voice commented. "Overtures are unheeded, fractals are of the assembly."
+"Fractals?" commented Lieutenant Snyder from the helm.
+Roth nodded. "We apologize for any misunderstanding, we didn't know that you had any interests on the planet, given its distance from your territory. If you could give me some details, perhaps we could come to an arrangement . . . "
+The jarring noise continued. "You do not hear us."
+"You misunderstand," Roth tried to interject, "we're talking now. Can't we at least discuss . . . "
+"The intrusion is yours not ours!" the ship's voice argued by proxy. "Where it occurs is unimportant. THAT it occurred is paramount. This transmission ends."
+For a long moment, Roth looked at the lines that intersected on her ship's viewer. "Well," she offered, "that could have gone better."
+John Carter glanced sideways at his Captain. "I don't get it." He stated simply. "We're parsecs from Tholian space. What right could they possibly think they have to this world? Sure, it's loaded with minerals, but we're clearly in the right here."
+Most crewmen on Republic's bridge nodded in agreement, while Victor Virtus remained quiet. "I wouldn't be so sure John," Virtus offered after a long moment.
+"Explain please, Doctor," Roth asked.
+Victor stood and took a few steps toward the viewer, then began to pace from left to right in front of the center seat. "Something in their cadence is off." The tall scientist looked back at the Tactical station. "Do we still have the un-translated messages?"
+"Sure," Danzig answered with a quizzical tone, "but you can't . . . "
+"Play them back please," Victor asked, not really waiting for an answer.
+Danzig paused, unsure of how to proceed, until Roth silently nodded.
+As the strange alien noises filled the bridge again, Victor listened, pacing back and forth. After a handful of seconds, Virtus held up his hand. "There!" he exclaimed. "The pattern is different." Play it one more time please."
+Kim Roth and John Carter exchanged curious looks. "Vic, you can't possibly . . . "
+"Shh!" Virtus shook his head, cutting his friend off. "Listen, John. Just listen." A loop of the chattering Tholian warbles continued again.
+Kim Roth stood up, somewhat slack-jawed. "I'll be damned," she commented. "There's something there all right, but what is it? Don't tell me you can . . . "
+"Understand it?" Victor countered, "no, but in a very simple sense, language, no matter what its sounds are, is just an equation with each element representing either a concept or group of concepts. It's simply a matter of logic."
+Roth nodded. "So you, what? Just did the math?"
+Virtus nodded, then turned quickly on a heel. "Captain," he explained, "I think we've made some dangerous assumptions about the Tholians."
+----
+In Republic's sickbay, Shannon Harris looked at the figurative pile patient reports that waited for her signature. Jimmy Tapscott was on the mend from a sprained knee courtesy of the holodeck's touch football program. Kesah Neen, one of the few Edoans onboard, was in isolation for the semi-annual molting his species underwent as they matured, and T'Darr was rather indignantly putting up with an opportunistic case of good-old-fashioned Earth measles. Statistically speaking, the kids onboard Republic were in fine health. `More or less fine', Shannon thought to herself with a shake of her head. "Wish I could say the same for me."
+Shannon had made the transition from acting Ship's Counselor back to Ship's Pediatrician with relative ease. At first, she was thankful for the less stressful situation, but as the weeks went on, she found that she missed being in the thick of things as they unfolded. The worst thing about it was that she not only liked Counselor Tolkath, she'd heard nothing but good things about his ability as a physician. Shannon knew for a fact that he'd been of great help to Leon, and for that she was grateful.
+`Still', Shannon reflected, `He's on the bridge and I'm not.' Was that the best thing for her career? Would it affect her relationship with John? Shannon let out a frustrated sigh. `John', she thought, `It's harder than I thought it would be. Are you ok?' she wondered.
+At that moment, awareness came over Shannon Harris. John Carter, Commander, First Officer, USS Republic, Human (Martian variant) 1.85 meters tall, 68 kilograms. Currently seated on the bridge, pulse steady at 72 beats per minute, blood pressure 180 over 60. Status: active.
+The facts came to Shannon in a flash, and before she could even think about HOW she was aware of the information, the moment was gone. It was easy for her to assume John was on the bridge, the ship was on alert . . . that's where he was supposed to be, and she hoped that she'd be notified if he were ever hurt, but this was different. Shannon Harris was intimately aware of John's current vital statistics; not the information in his file, or the data from his last exam, but his exact medical condition RIGHT NOW.
+A stab of fear came over Shannon. She was in sickbay, dozens of meters from the bridge. How could she know what she did? How could she be so certain she was right? Was it imagination? Was she tired? Or something else . . .
+----
+The atmosphere in the War Room was tense, but somehow refreshing. It had only taken a few moments for sensors to confirm that for the moment at least, Republic wasn't going anywhere. With the Tholians remaining silent and peaceful for the moment, Kim Roth had decided that the first order of business was to find a way out of the Tholian's web. Roth looked on approvingly as her XO, Dr. Virtus, Conrad Danzig, Assistant Engineer Pikita, and Doug Forrest took positions around the War Room's frosted glass table. Roth cleared her throat.
+"Sit rep please, Tac?"
+Conrad Danzig pivoted to face his Captain. "Same as before Captain, the web's in place, our shields are holding, and the Tholian ships are all holding station. They've taken up picket positions, but their weapons and shields aren't charged. I'm pretty sure they consider us out of the picture," he glanced around the table, "for the moment anyway."
+There were as series of nods around the table.
+"Engineering?" Roth asked.
+Maria Pikita shook her head slightly, letting her dark hair fall to one side. "Nothing new from downstairs either, Captain," she explained. "Warp core is in the green, and all impulse plants are online, but unless we can change the laws of physics . . . " Maria tilted her head and gave a wink to her former Chief Engineer, who was seated to her left, "we just can't generate enough velocity to escape local space."
+"Doctor Virtus," Roth smiled, "I believe that's your cue."
+"Thank you Captain," Virtus said politely. "I've got an idea or two, but I'm more concerned with what we do once we get free."
+"How's that, Vic?" Carter piped up.
+"Does this have to do with those `Dangerous assumptions' you mentioned, Doctor?"
+Virtus nodded. "Yes ma'am. I believe we've made a fundamental error in our understanding of the Tholians. Not only their culture, but their physical nature as well." Virtus brushed the sides of his mustache and continued.
+"As you know, the Tholians are one of a very few silicon based lifeforms we've encountered, but I believe that they may have less in common with Horta or Species 8472 than they do with other, more advanced species."
+At that, John Carter felt his eyebrow arch. "More advanced as in Preservers more advanced or are they just good at hiding their tech?"
+"A little of both I'm afraid, John." Virtus straightened up and briefly regarded both Pikita and then Forrest who, for the moment, was still silent. "A few minutes ago, I had a chance to . . . analyze a raw sample of the Tholian language, and they appear to have no verb tense other than the present."
+Around the table, the assembled staff exchanged curious looks. Reluctantly, Pikita raised her hand. "Uh, Chief?" she asked out of habit, "Why's that a big deal? I mean, we know other sapient species that have less than standard languages."
+"True," Virtus answered, "but remember that language is a vehicle for a species' psyche. It may be that the Tholians only prefer to frame themselves in the moment, but given their ability to manipulate space-time, and the fact that they are closer to energy beings in crystal shells rather than actual crystal beings, I believe that the Tholians have no past or future tense because they are non-linear."
+"WHAT?!" Forrest shouted, surprised at his own emotion.
+Kim Roth spoke up. "Can you explain further please, Doctor?"
+"Of course, Captain." Victor stroked the sides of his mustache again. "Elementary physics tells us that energy can neither be created or destroyed, only changed. Further, we know from the Bajoran Prophets that it is possible for energy beings to exist across, or even outside of time.
+If I'm right that the Tholians are essentially intelligent energy, then it follows that their lack of past or future tense in language indicates that they in fact exist in what we would consider past, present, and future simultaneously."
+"Sprock me," Carter spit.
+Conrad nodded. "That's why they're not worried about beating us . . . "
+"Because they know they already have," Roth finished.
+----
+Shannon Harris was fighting a lethargy she had never known. She'd told herself that uncertainty regarding her still-developing relationship with John Carter had led to stress and lack of sleep, which explained her anxiety from earlier, but now it felt as if any movement at all took a supreme amount of concentration. She felt like she literally had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
+Luckily, her malaise was interrupted by the timely arrival of Saal Yezbeck. "Hey Shannon, I was just going to head to the . . . " he stopped in mid thought, looking her over. "Wow, you look terrible." He stepped in closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You ok?"
+"You're sweet Saal," she offered. "I just need to get some rest. Recharge the batteries a little."
+"I can get you some Somnambulex . . . "
+Shannon held her hands in front of her. "Oh no you don't," she objected, "I'll manage with warm milk, or maybe a dram, but thanks."
+"Suit yourself," he said warmly. "I'm headed to the Hill. Can I get you anything?"
+"No," she lied. `Get me out of this chair!' "I'm aces, thanks."
+Saal patted Shannon's shoulder. "Feel better, ok?" With that, he left.
+Shannon didn't have the nerve to scream that she couldn't feel a thing.
+----
+**Location: war room, USS Republic**
+Nervous seconds ticked by in the War Room, until Roth finally slapped her palms down on the tabletop. "All right then, ladies and gentlemen, changing physics it is. Any thoughts on that, Doctor Virtus?"
+"A few," he said, giving a curious smile to both Carter and Pikita.
+----
+**Location: office of the SOD (surgeon-on-duty), main sickbay, USS Republic**
+"Anyway Shannon," John explained, "it's the best option we have, and Vic swears it will work." Carter stepped back from the desk where Shannon was still seated after giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We've got room for one more on the bridge . . . if you want, I mean."
+Shannon shook her head. "No John, I think I'd rather stay here and get some work done." As she turned in her chair, she suppressed a wince as she raised her hand. She smiled as John stepped forward again and took hold.
+"I trust you John. Don't you know that by now?"
+Carter nodded. "Of course I do, Shannon, I just . . . " The normally supremely confident officer looked down briefly, then back into his lover's eyes. "This is a tough spot. Maybe the toughest one we've been in and in case we . . . well . . . I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
+Shannon managed to pat Carter's hand without letting the stress show. "Go do what you do John," she said warmly. "I always feel better when you're on the bridge."
+"Right. Ok," John said as he smiled back and headed for the door. He looked back at Doctor Harris and winked. "See you when we're out of this, Shannon." With that, he headed for the bridge.
+With the crushing, oppressive weight still on her soul, Harris whispered, "I love you too, John."
+In the red-hued quiet of sickbay, Doctor Shannon Harris still had work to do; reports to file, and prescriptions to initial, But that work would remain undone.
+Her chair was empty. When the lights and monitors onboard Republic came back to life, Shannon Harris, MD, OBGYN, native of Australia was gone.
+----
+**Location: main engineering, USS Republic**
+The warp core of USS Republic hummed with an odd syncopated rhythm, filling the cavernous space of engineering with eerie electricity. Maria Pikita looked at the pulsing blue rings of the intermix chamber and suppressed a chill. `Poor girl,' she thought, `you just don't sound right. This isn't going to go well at all.'
+Over her shoulder, Doug Forrest looked on, biting his lip. "We're all dead," he said grimly, "you know that right?"
+"No way," Pikita shot back, shaking her head. "The Chief knows what he's doing."
+"I know. That's what scares me."
+----
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+"Where are we, people?" Kim Roth asked from the center seat.
+"Engineering reports modifications to the warp core went faster than expected, Captain," Snyder said from Ops. Station. "Lieutenant Pikita reports she's as ready as she's going to get."
+"Agreed, but all things considered, four hours beats forever." Roth said, tilting her head toward the Tactical Station. "Any change from our friends, Mister Danzig?"
+"Negative Captain, still ignoring us."
+Roth clenched her jaw. "Not for long."
+Behind the captain, Victor Virtus checked over his calculations displayed at the main science station. He knew the numbers added up, and he knew his theory was sound, but it remained to be seen if the universe would agree.
+"You sure about this Vic?" John Carter asked, standing next to his friend.
+Victor nodded. "It worked a hundred years ago John. It will work in two point four minutes. Besides," he added with a smile, "If my transwarp program works, you'll be one of the fastest men in history."
+"Good enough," Carter said. He gave the brilliant orange lines on the viewer one last look. `Here we come, you trippy little spiders', he thought. "Standing by for the word, Captain."
+Kim nodded. "Thank you XO. Mister Danzig, shipwide please."
+A quick chirp sounded. "You're on, Captain."
+"Ladies and gentlemen of the USS Republic. Someone once said that part of our mission was to go boldly where no one had gone before. We're about to make those words a reality. See you all on the other side."
+Making the `cut' sign across her throat, Roth took a deep breath. "Now Doctor."
+Nanoseconds after Victor Virtus activated his hastily compiled program, time seemed to stand still. All of Republic's crew had felt the translation to warp space before, but this was something new. Sensations expanded, consciousness grew beyond its normal confines, and for an instant, all the component molecules of Republic and her crew were everywhere at once, filling space and time.
+Another instant later reality returned, but Kim Roth noted that it was dark, and quiet. After a tense few heartbeats, the bridge was bathed in red emergency lights, and dead displays and monitors flickered back to life. "Status!" Roth barked.
+Responses in the affirmative began coming in from all corners of the ship, and John Carter smiled as he saw the main viewer begin to show their environment . . . with no sign of Tholian entrapment.
+At the Tactical station, Conrad Danzig nodded and then spoke to the Captain. "Hull is intact ma'am," he said firmly. "Pakita reports that ship systems crashed, but secondary and tertiary systems are coming online now. We're on impulse till they can restart the warp core."
+"Good enough," Roth said with a defiant smile. "Well done Doctor Virtus."
+"Yes, it was," Victor whispered, devoting a quiet moment to his vindication.
+"Helm!" Carter barked as Republic continued to recover, "Get the planet between us and the Tholians, ASAP!"
+Before the helmsman could answer, Conrad Danzig cut in. "Sensor contact! Unknown vessel bearing, zero-nine-zero! Whatever she is, she's fast!
+"On screen!" Roth commanded.
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 19: There Is A Reaction To Every Action**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: bridge, USS Allegiance**
+Zoe looked out at the scene in front of her. The USS Republic had been caught in the Tholian web. After having harsh words with the Captain about why they were standing still while they were trapped, all she got was ‘orders’. She bit her tongue and headed back to her station on the small bridge. It was nothing like any of the other stations she held.
+She was still trying to find her ground. She had been pulled from her assignment on the London only days before. They had been in the Republic’s shadow the entire journey. They were told that they were observing their actions to report them back to Starfleet command. That didn’t make any sense to Zoe, but that didn’t matter. She was a Starfleet officer, and she had been serving under too many different commands to notice much. After all, during the battles of the Dominion War many people were promoted and many people died.
+Now that the Republic was caught, a few of the other crewmembers had voiced their opinions when the Captain left the bridge for a secured transmission to Zoe, seeing that she had confronted the Captain on the bridge. She knew that she was going to get a formal reprimand once they returned to base.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+For the first few moments as the view screen image shifted, all that could be seen was a blur of gray streaking towards them. For an instant, Captain Kimberly Roth thought that the image being projected was also being distorted somehow. Only as the mysterious blur sharpened did she realize this was not the case. As a Starfleet Captain, she wanted to issue a dozen separate orders, to be on top of things. She could not act though, she was frozen by cold rage at the realization.
+"It's a Starfleet ship!" declared Danzig from Tactical as the de-cloaking sequence ended and the Federation ship zipped past them.
+"Defiant-Class, USS Allegiance," reported the young and inexperienced petty officer at the Ops console, where the missing department head, Naruko Kuga should have been.
+Glancing to his Captain, John Carter saw all over her face, the shock and anger that was as clear as Denebian crystal, and only one person in all of Starfleet could make someone that angry; Vladimir Kostya. "Hail the Allegiance," John ordered, prying his gaze away from his Captain.
+After a few moments, Danzig reported with confusion, "No response."
+"Who commands the Allegiance?" Carter asked, standing and stepping forward, to a familiar place between Ops and the Conn.
+"Captain Elise McDonald, sir," replied Lieutenant Snyder from the Helm, having already drawn up a crew manifest.
+"What in the hell are they doing here?" Captain Roth queried, suddenly, joining Carter.
+"I've been repeating the hail, ma'am, still nothing." Danzig informed.
+"Ma'am," Snyder interjected, "they're on a direct intercept course for the Tholian vessels . . . all of whom, I should add, have charged weapons and raised their shields."
+\\
+\\
+**Location: bridge, USS Allegiance**
+The Captain ordered the ship to drop out of cloak and head to the Republic, now that they got free. Zoe thought that they would be coming to assist the Republic and see if they needed any assistance . . . that’s when her thoughts were shattered.
+“Open fire on the Tholians!” the Captain ordered.
+“Ma’am?” she asked turning around from the console. “It’s unprovoked, the Republic is free.”
+“Are you questioning my orders, Lieutenant?”
+Zoe stood up and looked dead into the Captain’s eyes. “Yes, Ma’am. I will not fire on the Tholians unprovoked.”
+“Security, remove her from the bridge.” Zoe’s loyal security members came up and had questioning looks in their eyes. “To think you wasted your talents, Beauvais. I hand picked you for this position.” When the security forces failed to remove her from the bridge, the Captain pushed Zoe out of the way. When she did, phasers were drawn between all of the crewmembers on the bridge.
+“Captain, I order you to cease and desist or be fired upon,” one of the security officers said seeing that Zoe had been technically relieved of her duty. The Captain ducked underneath the shot fired. She hit the fire button firing directly upon one of the Tholian vessels. Before the Captain could fire again or order retreat, the ship had been caught in a web themselves.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+"I can't believe it! They've opened fire!" shouted the raw enlisted man manning Ops.
+"What?!" questioned Roth, unable to believe what she was seeing before her own eyes.
+"They fired first!" replied the young petty officer,"They're Starfleet! They can't do that!" declared the naive youth.
+"They just did," replied Carter, turning away from the view screen. In a matter of moments, things had gone in a complete three-sixty; from the Republic being trapped, to escaping, and now, to the verge of war once again, as a Starfleet vessel, without provocation, opened fire on an alien armada.
+"Captain Roth, John, you may want to take a look at this," reported Virtus from the Main Science station, bordering the starboard ramp.
+"What is it, Vic?" questioned the First Officer.
+"Three of the Tholian vessels are holding back, while the other nine appear to be preparing to engage the Allegiance," Virtus informed, "which is an anomaly given known Tholian tactics. I believe I know why, though." he commented, as he brought up a sensor analysis. "I'm reading an envelope of oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere on each of these ships, as well as an equal distribution of over one-hundred-twenty humanoid life signs."
+"Our people from the station?" Carter asked, surprised.
+"If so, they're short by at least three people, according to our last known figures." Virtus responded.
+"We have to stop the Allegiance." Roth declared, suddenly.
+"Ma'am?" came Carter's questioning response.
+"They're endangering the officers from the station, they're endangering us, and they're risking all-out war with the Tholians, all because of . . . " she trailed off, as she looked at Carter right in his good eye, for the moment no longer Captain to First Officer, but colleague to colleague. " . . . We have to stop them." she finally finished, not vocalizing what she, Carter, and anyone else who had been aboard long enough already suspected.
+"Frinx!" shouted Danzig, shocking everyone with the outburst of profanity, "uh, ma'am, we won't have to worry about stopping the Allegiance ourselves. The Tholians seem to be beating us to it . . . " he reported, as he switched the image on the view screen.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: bridge, USS Allegiance**
+“Captain! The Web is closing in on us! Weapons, engines, everything is neutralized,” the helmsman said.
+“Time to impact?”
+“Thirty seconds, if that.”
+“Get her off my bridge,” she ordered to the Commander. “All hands, brace for impact!”
+\\
+\\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+Before them, the bridge crew of the Republic watched as a spherical lattice-work of tachyons formed blossomed around the Defiant-class starship. It did not stabilize around them, as had the web cast around the Republic. Instead, it began to contract inwards upon itself - and the Allegiance.
+"Helm, take us into transporter range!" ordered Roth, dashing towards the center chair.
+"Aye, full impulse!" replied Snyder.
+"Mister Danzig, drop shields for transport, and deactivate our weapons systems." Roth commanded.
+"Our weapons status isn't hot, ma'am," Danzig replied.
+"I'm aware of that. I want you to deactivate the entire defensive system. I want it clear to the Tholians we don't intend to follow the Allegiance's example." Roth explained.
+"Aye, Captain," Danzig replied with understanding and admiration.
+"We'll be in transporter range in twenty seconds." reported Snyder.
+"Any chance of opening a channel to the Tholians, Lieutenant?" Carter questioned.
+"They're still emitting a jamming field, Commander," replied the Russian Tactical Chief.
+"The tachyon beams have begun to penetrate the Allegiance's hull." reported Virtus from Science, with calm and grace.
+"I'm reading hull breeches and atmospheric decompressions throughout the outer sections!" added the unseasoned operations officer.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: bridge, USS Allegiance**
+Just as Zoe was being escorted off of the Bridge, the ship rocked from the ensnaring web. Sparks few everywhere as the hull buckled from the force that the web was creating on the small ship. Beams fell down throughout the bridge as consoles exploding. Picking herself up off of the ground, she evacuated the bridge. Activating the communications panel, she sent a wide beam distress signal. “Republic, this is the Allegiance. We are under attack by the Tholians. Please assist.”
+\\
+\\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+"We're entering transporter range!" reported Snyder.
+"Bridge to all transporter rooms, lock on to any life signs you can and beam them aboard!" commanded Roth.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: USS Allegiance**
+With that, she ran down the corridor with the few of the crewmembers escaping from the bridge, leaving the dead captain in her chair. When she arrived in the transporter room, the chief behind the console laid dead on the floor. Right as she stepped over him to activate the transporters, she felt the oh-so-familiar tingling sensation as she dematerialized with the rest of the crew.
+\\
+\\
+**Location: transporter room 1, USS Republic**
+As the sensation vanished, the chief tapped his badge, “Captain, we have all that we can get and it’s not many.”
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 20: It's The End Of The World As We Know It**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: main operations room, Sigma Omicron Terraforming Station**
+The hostile alien world upon which Lieutenant Nathan Hawk stood appeared to be, quite literally, coming to an end all around him. So to did the terra-forming station which, for the moment, was the only vestige of survival for humanoid life available to the over one-hundred-twenty souls within it's faltering confines. Gazing at the once mysterious and serene landscape, now engulfed in a river of molten lava that stretched far beyond the horizon, he questioned whether any of the lives now his responsibility would escape certain death upon this hellish world. He questioned himself as well, and his motives for being here, in the now-abandoned station operations, hunting for a hired assassin and traitor.
+To his colleagues - to his friends - he had made the case that Hranok must have a means to stop the subspace termites before they reached the warp core. While securing the safety of the Republic was his primary goal, there was another reason he had chosen this task for himself. Leon Cromwell had sensed that truth even as Hawk tried to keep it deeply buried within him, yet had not challenged his decision. Whether Cromwell's choice was based upon faith, trust, friendship, or any combination of, it was something Nathan Hawk had not known for longer than he could remember. It also served to strengthened his resolve to secure the information he needed to save the Republic above his personal motives.
+Drawing his attention away from the river of molten rock that battered against the station's shields, a new flash of electro-static energy caught his eye off in the distance. He knew without doubt that it could only have been from Hranok, in some last-ditch effort to either secure his own escape, or, the deaths of everyone on this world. With determination, he turned from the view port and stepped before one of the blacked-out consoles. Attaching a portable power-source he had retrieved from an emergency kit in the corridor, the control surface awoke in a flash. He paused as he looked over a computer-filed status report; they had less than twenty-five minutes, at best, before either the shields collapsed, or the reactors went critical.
+Either option meant certain death.
+In his twenty-seven years - twenty-eight next month, if he survived the day - he had faced his own mortality more times than most people did in an entire life span. Never before during any of those occasions had he truly considered the possibility that he may die. He had known death so well, with such great intimacy for so long, that he had once even come to question whether, in fact, he even could die. Though an arrogant and dangerous thought, it was one that he could neither prove or disprove without taking one final plunge into darkness. What he may find beyond that was the only thing that still frightened him, and that held him back. That and some unfinished business he was on the path of finally resolving.
+Running his fingers across the console surface, he accessed the proper command protocols, and networked with the system he needed. As the activation key flashed ready beneath his wavering index finger, he swore to himself, swore to all he cared for, that he would not take that final step today. That today, they would live. All those in his charge, and he himself - if only to finish what he had started. Pressing the key and closing his eyes, he felt the energy envelope him, felt his molecules detach, only to feel them reform with one another a few moments later, the same wash of energy fading away. Opening his eyes now, he absorbed his surroundings, and for a moment, could not shake the smart-ass comment he might have otherwise said.
+'The fourth circle a'hell . . . ' he said to himself.
+Standing atop the flat surface of one of the four cylindrical reactor towers, he found the experience difficult to believe. Only the shimmer of the atmospheric force-field that now domed and protected the reactors from the savage variation of nature all around gave him faith that this was still reality after all. He could feel the searing heat as it rose from the burning rock just beyond the energy barrier that made his form of life possible in this environment. Hear the alien winds, thick with gasses that would have crippled his lungs in moments, as they rushed around the artificial envelope of oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere. He could also see through the orange-red hue of perpetual twilight, the crouched-over form of Hranok working on something, his back to Hawk.
+All around, the flashing red warning lights, signaling the impending meltdown or breech, only added to the ambience of the tense and dramatic situation. The phaser in his right hand was warm from his touch as he brought it to bare on his enemy. He had a perfect, unobstructed shot. With proper pressure applied by his thumb to the weapon's trigger, he who would betray and kill so many could be dead himself. As much as he craved to do just that from deep within, he knew better. Knew he needed his enemy if he had any hope of saving his friends and his ship. Even as he lowered the setting, he knew it was still too much of a risk. Hranok was on the far edge of another of the reactors; the blow from even a stun shot could push him beyond it without much effort. Though he kept the weapon level, he knew he could not use it.
+Inhaling deeply, he expelled it in a quick blast, along with a single word - a name: "Hranok!!"
+With a combination of rage and pure shock transparent across his features, Hranok turned quickly while still crouched at the small console he was tinkering with. He had not expected a pursuit, nor had he expected it to be Hawk himself, his target and reason for being on this hell-hole.
+"It's over!" Hawk declared after a moment of silence, the phaser still leveled at Hranok's crouched form, as he took a step forward towards the edge of the tower he stood upon. He wanted and hoped that the Bolian would realize the futility of this situation and surrender, but he knew better. For an Orion Syndicate operative surrendered without completing its mission was suicide; for himself and anyone he cared for.
+"You won't shoot me!" came the Bolian's challenging response, as he slowly stood.
+"Are ya sure 'bout that!?" Hawk shot back, allowing some of his own anger to seep into his words. It was a battle not to actually follow through on the vague threat. He couldn't give in to his own lust for vengeance, though. Not with so much else at stake.
+"You need me, Lieutenant!" Hranok shot back assuredly, a smug grin creasing his lips. He knew he held a very important ace up his sleeve, and he was going to play it until the last possible moment.
+Hesitating for a moment, Hawk contemplated what few options he had. Right now, his best one was to play it cool, and to get Hranok away from the edge. Forcing the hate from his voice, he shouted with as much civility as he could muster; "You need to step towards me, Hranok."
+The Bolian's initial response was a snort of laughter; he was no fool. "Why in the hell should I do that? So you can shoot me?" Hranok deduced. Shaking his head from side to side, he continued, "If you want me, you're going to have to take me down on your own! No weapons!" he concluded, holding his arms away from his sides, his palms open, to demonstrate he himself was not armed.
+Pondering the decreasing alternatives, which at this point consisted of complying, refusing and attempting more dialogue, or risk shooting him, Hawk knew he had little choice. He wanted some security of his own first. "I'll drop the phaser, but ya gotta step away from that console first!" Hawk stated.
+Glancing to the console, Hranok considered his own dwindling options, before complying and side-stepping away from the console. He kept himself a meter from the edge of the tower though, to ensure Hawk had no safe shot. Finally, as he neared a place approximately opposite the console, he stopped. "You're turn, Lieutenant!" he shouted.
+With the phaser still clutched in his hand, Hawk made a sudden leap across the meter-wide gap between towers, putting himself on the tower opposite Hranok rather than caddy-corner to him.
+"One more step with that phaser and I swear to you, the Republic will burn in space!" he exclaimed, taking a half-step backwards to the edge, as if to emphasize his point. His emotions had begun to get the better of him, and that meant he would make mistakes. Hawk simply had to play his hand right to ensure they where the right mistakes, and not the fatal kind.
+Without theatrics, Hawk lowered the weapon slightly, before throwing it away from the towers. With a flash as it passed through the atmospheric force-field, the weapon plunged into the river of volcanic lava that threatened to claim the reactors and the station. "Now step away from the edge!" Hawk ordered. Without reply, Hranok obeyed, stepping inward towards the center of the tower.
+"You do realize I'm going to kill you!" Hranok proclaimed.
+"Ya can try all ya like . . . " Hawk replied to himself.
+Without another word between them, Hawk charged forward, leaping across the final divide between them. Soaring through the air like the bird of prey that was his namesake, he slammed into Hranok before the Bolian could brace himself. Landing hard on his own left knee, he rolled to that side and stayed down as Hranok, in a display of skill and prowess, sprang back to his feet as if unfazed.
+As the Bolian shifted his weight to his right side, Hawk could tell what was coming, and threw his own right arm up to block Hranok's left-sided kick. As the blow struck Hawk's arm, he lowered it quickly, twisting his wrist, and grabbed the Bolian's leg, pulling Hranok in towards himself, and forcing him off his feet. As the Bolian fell on his back, his free right leg kicked out and into Hawk's chest, sending the Helmsman back with a start.
+Clamoring to his feet, Hranok surged forward to slam his coupled fists into Hawk's face, but the human rolled to the left as Hranok was in mid-swipe. Swinging his elbow back to the right, he caught the Bolian in the jaw, sending him stumbling to the side. Pushing himself to his feet, Hawk did not relent on his offensive, rushing towards the dazed Bolian. Throwing a right hook, Hranok was able to block it, and push Hawk back long enough to recover.
+Keeping his fists up and he knees bent, Hawk stood toe-to-toe with Hranok, who took his own defensive posture. He let the Bolian throw a few punches, side-stepping and blocking them each, just to learn his pattern of attack. Then he struck back, slamming his right fist into the Bolian's nose before he could block it. Hranok, though off-balance and bleeding blue, countered with a dirty right hook of his own, catching Hawk in the right jaw, near the ear.
+Stumbling back, Hawk struggled to shake it off. A sudden punch to the gut helped him with this. Lowering his right, he blocked a second attempt by Hranok, as he brought his own right knee into the fray, slamming it into the Bolian's lower ribs. Pushing Hranok away, Nat stepped back and delivered a left round-house kick, which was deflected. He was about to follow through with one from the right, when a flash of light caught his attention.
+The red warning indicators atop the towers had shifted to yellow.
+"Thank ya, Burke," Hawk said to himself.
+"Nooo!" erupted Hranok at the decrease in status, his plans crumbling before him. His gaze darted to the console a split second before he followed suit. Hawk had no intention of letting him finish whatever he had started. Coupling his fists, he brought them down together on the back of Hranok's neck, sending the Bolian stumbling forward. Though he reached the console, he did so dazed and without the ability to stop. Slamming into it at chest-level, the wind knocked out of him, his legs gave out from under him as his conscious mind shut off from the decisive blow to the back of the neck. His limp form slid to the side of the console before collapsing in a heap.
+Stopping to breath, Hawk wanted to collapse, but settled for leaning forward and bracing himself with his hands on his knees. As he struggled to draw in breath, his adrenaline slowed, and the unbearable heat from all around him suddenly hit him like a duranium wall. Clawing at the zipper of the top jacket of his uniform, he struggled to shed the black and gray garment. Replacing his communicator on the deep red tunic, he cast the outer layer of his uniform into the molten stream as sweat exuded from every pour. He had been in more than his share of fights, but rarely under such adverse conditions.
+Moving his right hand, knuckles bruised, to his communicator, he prepared to issue a return command to the Ops computer networked with the transporter system. Before he could, the high-pitched whine of an energy build-up began to emanate from an unknown source. Glancing around, he struggled to identify the source, until an expansion of orange light caught his eye. In the distance, he watched as the massive expanse of energy fluctuated as it drew a path across the length of the terra-forming station.
+Without knowing what was happening, he likewise had no idea what to do in response to this strange phenomenon. Finally, the expanse of energy reached the Hopper pad bay, where he had told Tolkath and McTaggert to gather everyone together. There it lingered for a longer length of time than it had anywhere else during its sweep of the station. It was then that Hawk realized at least the source of the energy - the Tholians. Looking skyward, as if to visually locate the source, he found nothing but the red haze of atmosphere, twinged with the few stars visible through it.
+As quickly as it had come, the fluctuating expanse of energy was gone.
+"Hawk ta Cromwell," he called out as he tapped his communicator. "Hawk ta Tolkath!" he shouted when Cromwell did not respond. "This s'Lieutenant Hawk a the Republic, ta anybody on the station!" he exclaimed, when the Counselor likewise did not reply. Nothing. Either they where all dead, unconscious, or against all odds, beamed away from this hell, likely only to face another sort, if it had indeed been the Tholians. Why they hadn't done anything to Hranok or himself was just another mystery of the moment.
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 21: Arrivals And Departures**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+Captain Kimberly Roth watched in silence from the center of her own bridge as the battered hulk of the Defiant-Class vessel that had so suddenly appeared only minutes ago, was sliced through by the lattice-work of alien energy beams. Then, in an instant, she was gone, as a brilliant flash of white light erupted from her center and consumed the tattered and broken debris field that had seconds before been a starship. As the shockwave from the warp core breech washed over the Republic, she braced herself upon the back of the operations officers chair. As angry as she had been a few minutes ago with herself, with Kostya for sending that ship, and with the vessel's commander whom she had never even met, she was angrier now for what had happened; what she had allowed to happen.
+"Commander," Roth said, turning to her first officer, who stood only a few steps behind her, "I want answers, and I want them five minutes ago. Get down to the transporter room, find out just what the hell happened on that ship, why they opened fire without provocation or cause, and just who in the hell gave those orders."
+"Yes ma'am," replied Carter, somberly, as he took one last glance at the view screen, and the few embers of debris that still burned in space. Quickly, he moved off to the port forward of the bridge and entered the turbolift.
+"Mister Danzig, anything from the Tholians?" Roth queried her Tactical Chief.
+"Negative Captain. They've still got that jamming field up." the Russian reported.
+"Any chance of penetrating it?" she questioned, irritated with the Tholian's continued unwillingness to communicate.
+"I don't see how . . . " Danzig replied, apologetically.
+"Doctor Virtus, any ideas?" Roth asked, stepping over to the starboard science station. Before he could reply though, the deck beneath them lurched. Bracing herself against Virtus' temporary post, she spun around towards the view screen as soon as the ship stabilized. There, she found what she had been dreading.
+The red-orange tachyon beams of the Tholian web had engulfed them once more.
+//"Carter to Bridge, is everything alright?"//
+"It would seem our earlier escape was in vain, Commander," Roth reported with irritation.
+//"Understood. Shall I return to the bridge?"//
+"Negative. I need to know what happened with the Allegiance." Roth replied.
+//"Understood. Carter out."//
+"Captain, I think you should take a look at this," reported Danzig, replacing the image on the view screen with a tactical analysis.
+Roth didn't need her Tactical Chief to explain the graphic on screen. "It's contracting." she surmised.
+"Yes ma'am, and at this rate, she'll make contact with the shields in less than five minutes." Danzig informed her.
+"How long until contact with the outer hull?" Roth asked.
+"Depending on how long our shields hold . . . six to seven minutes." Danzig reported.
+"Begin evacuations of the outer sections of the saucer section. Start with decks nine and ten, then decks eight and eleven. They'll be affected first." Roth ordered with grim determination, not about to let her ship share the fate of the Allegiance.
+"Aye, Captain," replied Danzig, departing his post, bound for the turbolift.
+"Curious that this web seems to be contracting at a considerably slower rate than the one that destroyed the Allegiance," Virtus noted.
+"I'm afraid we don't have time for you to analyze that, Doctor Virtus," Roth replied, "I need one of two things from you in the next six minutes; either a way out of this web like before, or a way to communicate with the Tholians."
+"Yes ma'am," replied Virtus, with a quick nod of his head, before turning his attention to his console.
+Turning back to the view screen, Roth looked out through the web, upon the Tholian ships, and the planet destroying itself below, and wondered not for the first time, if any of them would make it out of this alive . . .
+----
+**Location: transporter room 1, USS Republic**
+Zoe touched the wound on her forehead. The stinging from the cut reassured her that she was alive. She couldn't tell if it was bad or not, but she wanted answers. The wound would have to wait until everything calmed down. She felt the ship lurch slightly. This wasn't good. The web must have surrounded the Republic once again.
+Within moments, someone walked through the doors to the transporter room. She gave him a glance and realized that he was one with some sort of authority. Before she could get over to him and ask him questions, he started asking questions himself.
+She moved from behind the rest of the crew that made it off the Allegiance alive. She was the highest ranking officer present from her former crew.
+"I'm Lieutenant Zoe Beauvais. I'm the highest ranking officer left alive."
+"John Carter," Republic's XO said as he looked Zoe over. She seemed healthy enough, which for the moment, was all Carter cared about. "No offense Lieutenant," he offered, "but I think you folks might have over-done the rescue just a bit."
+"Lightly put, Commander, my Captain went psychotic. I don't know what the orders were, but I figured out that bottom line a war was to be started here today."
+John felt his face twist into a scowl as he puzzled out the broader situation. USS Allegiance had warped out of nowhere and cut a swath through the Tholian ships that had held Republic in their web. Carter had originally chalked the newer ship's appearance to blind luck, but given what had just happened, and including the recent events of "The Republic Eight Trial", he felt now that his least favorite flag officer might not be taking no for an answer.
+It was becoming clear to John Carter that Vladimir Kostya was dead set on bringing the Federation into a war, and he apparently didn't care whom it was with. He quirked his head to the side and looked at the newly-arrived Lieutenant. "Can you define psychotic? And while you're at it, where exactly do you fit in?"
+She frowned when he asked about her place in it all. "Sir, she gave the order to fire on the Tholians. I refused to follow that order and was in the process of getting removed from the bridge when the ship started to get crushed by the interlacing web. We weren't fully crewed. We were never given the reason for our mission or the fullest briefing of the mission. I realized that there was a problem when we were just sitting by when the Republic got into trouble."
+'Talk about hedging your bets' Carter thought, `I wonder if Kostya assumed we would fail in the first place?' "So, SOMEONE told you to wait nearby, Without making contact on the off-chance that something MIGHT blow up?" Carter shook his head. "That doesn't make and damned sense at all.
+"Sir, I don't know what is going on. All I know is that the Captain went against Starfleet protocols and I made sure that she knew about it. A small fire fight broke out on the bridge as well."
+Carter couldn't help a small smile as the Lieutenant from Allegiance gave a small clue as to what she'd been up to. "Why do I get the feeling that you've got what `Fleet brass likes to call a `Colorful Record'? Not that you wouldn't fit in around here of course . . . " he let the point trail off, curious as to the junior officer's reaction.
+Crossing her arms, she looked him dead in the eye. "I may have a colorful past with the War, Sir, but I do not go against Starfleet protocol. What gets me is that the Captain hand-picked me for the position aboard the ship. I may have to take matters into my own hands, but not at the expense of Starfleet and my fellow crewmembers."
+Carter nodded. "Good enough for me. At least for now." Carter turned on a heel and waved to an ensign in Operations gold. "Ensign, get the rest of these people to sickbay so we can get them assessed."
+"Now wait a second," Zoe interjected, "I'm not going to . . . "
+"Oh, I'm not putting you on a cot lieutenant," Carter said as he began to head out of the transporter room toward the turbolift. "I've got to get back upstairs."
+"Did we get caught back in the web?"
+Carter nodded grimly. "Yep, and we had to twist the universe inside-out to do it once. Don't know if our luck's going to hold."
+"Damn," she exclaimed. "I don't know about you, but I have thwarted death once today, and I don't want to do it again. I offer my services to you, Commander and to this ship until I can get back to the base and to the London."
+As the two officers entered the turbo-lift, Carter extended his hand. "I'll take whatever I can get, Lieutenant," he commented. "We can always use another hand at Tac."
+"I'm not normally this bitter, but it's been a long couple of days; questions were left unanswered, protocols were broken, I disobeyed direct orders, I was removed from the bridge, and I nearly died today. I hope this helps you in your assessment. If this web that the Republic is caught in now is anything like the one that the Allegiance was caught in, we don't have much time to spend arguing about what happened aboard that ship."
+"Believe me, Lieutenant," Carter said as the duo stepped onto the bridge, "arguing is the last thing on my mind right now." Carter felt himself tense a bit as he looked at the angry orange lattice-work that once again had his ship ensnared.
+----
+**Location: "The Hill", deck 10, forward, USS Republic**
+Bracing himself against the bar, Lieutenant Conrad Danzig watched through the large windows of the ship's ten forward lounge as the tachyon beams struggled against the Republic's shields. Between those windows and himself, a Medical Team led by Doctor Saal Yezbeck was finally loading one of the lounges civilian workers who had been injured when the web had first re-engulfed them onto the anti-grav stretcher they had been waiting for. As they struggled to keep their balance, Danzig struggled to keep his cool, as the situation grew increasingly urgent.
+"Lets go, lets go!" Danzig shouted, ushering the medical team towards the double-wide wooden doors.
+With a sudden blinding flash, the shields finally gave way under the power of the Tholian web. From his place at the bar where he had made one last visual survey of the lounge, he knew only seconds remained before the web sliced into the hull. Just as the medical team cleared the doorway, the sound of screeching metal and cracking transparent aluminum reached his ears, and Danzig knew his fate was sealed.
+He was not going to allow that fate to be shared by anyone else, though.
+Throwing himself against the bar, he could already feel a change in the atmosphere as breathable air began to seep through cracks in the hull, as he struggled to reach the control panel an activate the atmospheric containment field. Slamming his fingers down on the control, he watched as it sprang to life in the still open doorway. He could still hear the voice of Doctor Yezbeck, just beyond it's safety, screaming for him to get out . . .
+But it was already too late.
+With a sudden roar and a rush of wind that reminded him of the harsh winters he had spent in Moscow as a boy, he felt himself being ripped away from this world, ripped away from the safe sanctums of the Republic. His instinct to survive drove him to claw desperately against the slick frosted glass surface of the bar, to try and grab hold of the back of one of the stools. He couldn't hold on though. As he felt himself in mid-air, the pressure of the encroaching vacuum crushing his lungs, everything seemed to slow down . . .
+He watched for a nano-second in disbelief as the two forward-most windows shattered into a billion shards, disappearing into the void . . .
+Another nano-second, as the bulkhead itself melted away under the heat of the tachyon beam . . .
+One more, as he himself felt a twinge of warmth . . .
+In his last moment, he could not make sense of so many things . . .
+Why he was now outside the Republic . . .
+Why he could not feel anything below his waist . . .
+Why he didn't need to breath . . .
+In an instant, his vision blurred, and went black.
+Then he was gone . . .
+----
+**Location: main sickbay, USS Republic**
+It was a scene that Republic's medical staff knew all too well. Casualties were flowing in from all corners of the ship, and that, on top of the rescued Allegiance crew, activated the emergency protocol developed by Doctor Cromwell called the Overload Contingency. Unfortunately, its creator was not present to witness its first usage since the redesign of sickbay over a year ago.
+Normally, the main ward consisted of 10 biobeds, and 2 diagnostic tables. With the Overflow Contingency, two new medical bunks of stretcher design extended out from the walls above each biobed at 1.5 and 2 meters from the floor. Casualties that were stabilized but immobile were moved to these higher "biobunks" to make room for a more critical patient on the main biobed below.
+It was this arrangement that kept sickbay from being overwhelmed.
+As the doors to the main ward burst open with three, gold-uniformed operations crew, the gray-haired Doctor Fernmoore turned away from her patient on the diagnostic table to see two of the crewman carrying the third in a "fireman's seat" carry position. This young man was bloody and unconscious, with a left forearm contorted in a most unnatural position. With frustration, Fernmoore ordered "there's no more room in here! Put him in Exam Room 2!" Turning to a short, junior Klingon doctor with white hair and pink skin, she continued her line of thought. "Q'Tuir! Leave your patient with Nurse Copenhagen, and take care of this man."
+"Understood," Q'Tuir responded, and after a nod to the young nurse next to him made a direct line to the exam room. Almost immediately, following, the doors opened again, and Doctor Saal Yezbeck marched in with a stressed, almost wild look in his eye. Directing personnel entering the room behind him, he pointed to a few empty biobunks for the new casualties arriving on stretchers.
+"Are you okay?" Fernmoore asked. "What happened?"
+"We just evacuated the Hill," he replied while catching his breath. "But not everyone made it."
+"Who did we lose?"
+"Danzig," Saal exhaled with regret. "Our new tactical officer. He was helping people out of the room when the bulkhead shattered. He sealed the door to save us . . ."
+Eliza placed a comforting hand on Saal's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault."
+Yezbeck had seen more emergency situations than anyone else on the sickbay staff, but it was never easy for him to see a comrade parish. Only one thing helped to override his mourning, and that was another emergency. With a shake of his head, he pushed aside the vision of Danzig's death and focused on the current situation.
+"What's our status?"
+"We're filling up quickly," said Fernmoore. "We've activated Triage Two and Three, and it's compensating for now. But we're short a few people."
+"Where's Shannon?" Yezbeck requested, looking around the room of patients and fast-working staff.
+"I don't know," Eliza explained. "She hasn't shown up yet."
+"Yezbeck to Harris!" Saal tapped his combadge with irritation. No response occurred, even after a second try.
+"Computer!" he shouted. "Location of Doctor Harris!"
+//"Lieutenant Commander Harris is not aboard the Republic."//
+With shock, the two doctors looked at one another in disbelief. Could it be? Was their ship's pediatrician blown out into space like Danzig? With decompression reports coming in from the outer sections of the ship, it was the only explanation.
+"Computer, Activate EHM," Yezbeck finally said, knowing that every second counted with an understaffed sickbay.
+//"Unable to comply. Holographic grid is offline."//
+"Explain!" he bellowed.
+//"Trans-dimensional shift impacted all extraneous computer algorithms and caused a reboot of the core systems. Alert status redirected higher processor functions to combat systems."//
+"Medical override," returned the now sour senior surgeon. "Yezbeck two-alpha. Re-initialize holographic matrix."
+//"Acknowledged. System re-initialization commencing."//
+"Thank you. Now activate the damned EMH!"
+With an electronic whisper, the clean-shaven face of Doctor Bashir from Deep Space Nine faded into existence.
+"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," came the smooth British accent.
+"We're understaffed and have casualties coming in from all areas of the ship," Yezbeck explained. "Report to the Trauma Ward for triage duty."
+"Understood," the EMH replied, and as it walked towards the nurse's station leading to the rear wards, a static sizzle followed by a kaleidoscope of dancing photons shimmered from the hologram. No sooner did it appear than did it fade away.
+"I thought you FIXED that damn thing!" shouted Yezbeck to Fernmoore.
+"I DID!" she replied. "I asked operations to take a look at it before we left port!"
+"Well, they didn't do a damned good job, did they?!" he argued.
+As before, the doors to sickbay burst open, and five more personnel raced in carrying two more casualties. As the doctors broke off their argument, they scrambled to help the newcomers. However, just before the doors closed, Shannon Harris stumbled in; her hair in disarray and a confused expression on her face. She looked around the sickbay, trying to get a grasp of her surroundings. Her combadge was missing from the chest of her blue uniform.
+"Shannon!" Yezbeck exclaimed. "Are you okay? What happened?" He rushed over to help the stumbling doctor.
+"I don't . . . I don't know," she muttered. Her face splayed one of exhaustion, and as Saal helped her into the SOD (Surgeon-On-Duty) office, he sat her down on the sofa.
+"Shannon, you don't look good at all," he commented. "Let me get you a stimulant."
+"No," she turned down the offer. "I'm okay, I just need to rest."
+"What happened? Where's your combadge?"
+The red-haired pediatrician frowned, and felt her chest for the communicator.
+"I must have dropped it," she explained. "Although I can't remember where."
+Saal checked her head for contusions, although he found none.
+"Did you hit your head on something?"
+"I don't think so," she replied. "Just give me a minute. I'll be okay."
+After a look of concern, Saal conceded after hearing a patient scream out in the main ward.
+"Okay, but I don't want you out there if you're not feeling well. If you need to, take a bunk. Do you hear me?"
+As she nodded, Saal went back into the main ward.
+"There's internal bleeding here!" shouted Fernmoore as she hovered with a tricorder over a patient. "Why didn't they beam you directly to sickbay?!"
+"We tried," answered a standing comrade of the man on the diagnostic table. "But operations never responded. We got tired of waiting and just decided to bring him down here ourselves."
+"THAT does it!" Yezbeck exclaimed, overhearing the conversation. "Yezbeck to Bridge! I got people coming in sickbay that should have been BEAMED here instead of being carried! What's going on with operations?!"
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+Roth pursed her lips at the complaint from sickbay. Looking towards the young petty officer at ops, she watched as he frantically yet unsuccessfully worked the controls to direct various incoming requests to the proper departments. Realizing that ship operations were suffering at the absence of Kuga, she decided to make a temporary change.
+"Chief Rainier!" she called, and the red-uniformed, white-bearded Chief-of-the-Boat turned his attention away from the damage control console at the rear of bridge.
+"Yes, ma'am?"
+"Take over the Ops station!"
+"Yes, ma'am," he replied, and dutifully marched down the ramp to the head of the bridge.
+For his part, the young petty officer at the controls felt as if the universe was coming to an end. He had thought that the enlisted training program that Ensign Kuga initiated to help offset the department's lack of officers would suffice for him to take bridge duties. And, for normal operations, was working. But the change in alert status to battlestations was more than he could handle, and to have the captain, herself, relieve him of duty was tantamount to a court-marshal in his mind.
+However, as Chief Rainier arrived at the station, he placed a comforting hand on the youngster's shoulder. Looking into the eyes of his senior NCO's, the young man realized that he was not in trouble, and that Captain Roth was more perturbed at the current situation than at his inability to perform at the ops station under battle conditions. Nodding his head, Petty Officer Third-Class Randall wiped his forehead of sweat, and swiveled the console away from him to excuse himself from the seat. Walking to the rear of the bridge, he worked to shake off the dread of failure as the turbolift doors slid open. Commander Carter and Lieutenant Beauvais stood in the elevator, and Randall stepped aside to let the commander and the blonde-haired lieutenant walk off the lift before entering himself.
+"Commander," greeted the captain as the XO walked down the side of the command pit with Lieutenant Beauvais in tow. "We're not doing too well at the moment. I hope you've got some good news for me."
+"Some," John replied. "We've got about two dozen survivors from the Allegiance aboard, and have sent most of them to sickbay." Turning to introduce Zoe, he continued. "Lieutenant Beauvais here is the surviving senior officer, and explained that her Captain was going against Starfleet regulations in their attack. If it weren't for her, the Republic would probably be in an even worse situation right now."
+"Welcome aboard, lieutenant," the captain welcomed her. "Thank you for your help."
+A curt nod came from her end as she tried to locate the person that she was to assist on the bridge at tactical. She turned her head to the main view screen to see the events folding in around them. The ensnaring web at least wasn’t approaching as fast as it had while she was aboard the allegiance. Even though she wasn’t paying active attention to the conversation that the Captain and the Commander were having, she filed all the information later. It was a battle technique that she taught herself to make sure that she got all the imperative information first and foremost.
+The shaking from the contracting plasma web against the ship's hull turned to a severe jolt that nearly knocked her off her feet. She quickly regained her balance as she looked to the Commander, and he had regained his balance as well.
+Turning back to the commander, Captain Roth continued. "Unfortunately, we still may be facing just as bad an outcome. Decompression reports are increasing, and Mister Virtus has been unable to come up with a solution yet."
+"Any ideas, Vic?" John turned to his friend in the seat to the captains left. The veteran scientist was engrossed in his work on the console next to him, and did not look up to Carter when he replied.
+"With every question you ask, John, it deprives me of 2.3 seconds of time to come up with a solution."
+"Got it," John said. Turning back to the captain, he changed the subject.
+"Where's Lieutenant Danzig? Beauvais here is willing to give him an extra hand at tactical."
+"Bridge to Danzig," the captain tapped her combadge. A moment passed that indicated something was holding the lieutenant up, and as a reply finally came, a frown developed on the captains face as she realized the voice was not Danzig's"
+//"Sickbay here, captain. I've got some bad news. Danzig was lost in a decompression accident on deck ten."//
+Both Carter and Roth were startled in the realization that one of their senior staff was no longer with them. The two officers looked at one another in horror, trying to decide if what they just heard was true. The captain opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a severe jolt to the ship that nearly knocked Carter and Beauvais off their feet.
+"Report!" shouted Roth.
+"Decompression at the forward end of decks 11 and 9," Rainier immediately responded from the ops station. "Affected s ections reporting twelve casualties, two of them lost to explosive buckling of the bulkheads."
+"Lieutenant Beauvais," shouted Carter as he retook his seat to the captain's right. "Take over tactical. Log in under Danzig's signon. I'll explain it to the department later."
+Sans hesitation, Zoe bolted up from the Command Pit on the Bridge to the tactical console directly above it. Her swift fingers allowed her to access the information that was pouring in from all over the ship. She realized that some things were below par, but she wasn’t here to criticize, she was here to save lives.
+“Ma’am, we are currently losing power to the phaser banks. I have requested for more power allocation from Engineering. The forward torpedo tubes are severely damaged after that last jolt we had. The Tholians still do not have their weapons armed, unless you consider the web a weapon. Forward shields are starting to buckle. I have redistributed power between the aft and forward shields to compensate for the loss in power. However, if we don’t get out of this soon, we’re going to lose the nacelles,” she reported looking over the web crushing the shields of the ship.
+The sheer pressure from the web on the shields was what was causing the buckling on the ship and the loss of life left and right. If there was only a way to get the shields to hold out a bit stronger or to increase the structural integrity field, they would probably have more of a chance. That was up to Engineering though to do.
+Her mind was in disbelief at how the events were coming to unfold in front of them. As the space that they were occupying was getting smaller and smaller, she realized just how truly they were exposed both under the microscope and the macroscope.
+After giving her report, she started to delegate the teams in where they had to be at that specific moment in the folds of time. From what she could tell, the Republic had a good crew aboard. From what she observed already, some were slacking in some areas, but for the most part, it was a well-oiled, large beast caught in the hunter’s trap.
+She kept wracking her mind for ideas on how to get out of the situation peacefully. But from her monitoring on the Allegiance, negotiations didn’t really work, and then the twit of a captain ordered to fire and initiated the issue they were now faced with. If that captain would have survived all of this brutality, Zoe hoped that there would be some form of justice serve. Now all they had to do is figure a way out of it – easier said than done . . .
+"Doctor Virtus," Captain Roth said with desperation to the goateed engineering scientist in counselor's chair. "PLEASE tell me you've come up with something . . ."
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 22: Off The Books**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: Planet Vulcan, City of Shi'Kahr**
+His plomeek soup had gone untouched for nearly twenty minutes now, since the server had brought it to him, yet despite this and the appearance it gave, he could not bring himself to eat it. How anyone could eat hot soup under the sweltering mid-day sun of Vulcan made little sense to him. He had been instructed to order it though, and to wait, and so now he did both as the dry heat that smelled slightly of cinnamon left him parched and unable to quench that thirst, less he raise his servers curiosity. This was far from how such things where supposed to work.
+"I'm an Admiral, damnit," he mused to himself, quietly, "when I want to meet with a subordinate, they report to me, not the other way around."
+The dry air felt wonderful on her skin. It had been too many years since she had been home. Finalizing her fusing with the civilian clothes, she walked from the corner to the table across from the man with the untouched soup.
+"I apologize for my tardiness. I had unfinished business to take care of. You should eat your soup. It will help keep you cool," she told him.
+Irritated, he said nothing as the Vulcan woman sat down across from him. After a moment, he pushed the bowl of soup in question across the surface of the table towards her. "Somehow, I doubt that ingesting hot soup will do me any good." he replied, as he raised his left hand, calling for his servers attention. It was explainable now why he hadn't touched the soup; it hadn't been for him. "Water, cold. A pitcher and two glasses. With ice." he ordered succinctly. With an affirmative nod, his server withdrew to fulfill the order. "Do try the soup," he said, "after all, our server now believes it was ordered for you. It could raise his suspicions if you don't try it."
+She picked up the spoon adjoining the bowl and dipped it into the soup. A moment passed as she allowed the warm soup to warm up her body, creating chills on her exposed skin to the Vulcan arid air.
+"It was for me," she replied, waiting for the server to come back and give him his water before she continued.
+After the server left, she looked at him. "So, what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"
+Tipping the pitcher over, he poured himself a full glass, considering for the hundredth time how to go about this, before finally answering her. "I realize that this is the first opportunity for shore leave you've had in nearly two decades," he said, stopping to take a rather large sip and then to swallow before he continued, "but we have a rather critical situation, and you're the only candidate qualified to handle it." he finished.
+He peeked her interest. "Yes, it has been too long for shore leave. However, I do not see how I am the only candidate," she replied continuing her soup.
+As he finished another sip, he inhaled deeply, bracing himself against the reality of what he was about to say, "Quite simply, because everyone else who could handle something like this is either dead, or missing." he stated, his emotions difficult to restrain.
+"Missing? The only true way to disappear is to go somewhere where no one will look for you. I did that for seven years."
+"No, you don't understand," he said, shaking his head gently from side to side, "not missing like you chose to go missing. Missing, as in 'missing in action'." he explained. "Of all our top operatives, twenty-two are dead, and thirty-seven are missing." he revealed, having been taken aback by those numbers as they had come in over the past six weeks. "We even sent out the emergency call-back signal, four weeks ago, and nothing." he continued, leaning in across the table and lowering his voice. "You and I both know there is only one way something like this could have happened."
+"Section 31 leaked our agents. What is my mission?" she asked as she allowed the reality to sink in. Section 31 had gotten more notorious this time around than they did before. It was happening sooner than she wanted it to.
+Sitting back, he paused a moment, "Before we get to that, I need to explain some things to you. The first of which is that this mission is off the books. So am I, to be honest with you. Right now, we can't risk going through even our normal channels. As far as everyone and anyone else at Starfleet, or within the department are concerned, you and I have both gone missing just like everyone else. If you're not comfortable with that, walk away now." he stated.
+"I never walked away from the department. With Section 31 monitoring our every action, I would hope that would be the course of action. But then again, I have not been on the books since I disappeared from the future," she replied finishing her soup. "Continue."
+"This is a very messy situation," he started, as he poured himself a second glass of water, "very messy, very large, and with more players than anyone knows. We know one thing though, we know why Section 31 was willing to take such an awesome risk like this. The Orion Syndicate." he said, stopping to sip. "Now I know you've never had first hand dealings with the Syndicate, but believe me, they're as dangerous - if not more so - than thirty-one. Thirty-one has weaknesses, limitations; they have to remain in the shadows. The Syndicate has none of those same vulnerabilities, in fact, it has very few. They control by fear, intimidation, and bloodshed." he explained.
+"I know of them through reputation. What is the mission?" she asked.
+"To protect our greatest hope, our greatest weapon against the Syndicate." he answered, producing a civilian-style padd from the simple black robes he wore, and sliding it across the table to her. It contained a photo of a young blond human male in a red Starfleet uniform, as well as the corresponding profile. "You'll find he's many things, none of which you expect. Underneath it all, though, he's got a good heart, and a capable mind. He's also the man responsible for providing the eye-witness testimony and evidence that allowed us to indict Keevan Faro early last year."
+She scoffed as she looked over the profile. "I heard about Faro skipping out before the trial. So why am I protecting him instead of going and getting Faro?" she asked setting the information down.
+"Because without him, we can't touch Faro. Everything hinges upon his testimony. Testimony he won't be able to give if he's dead, which he's in extreme danger of being given that Section 31 is in bed with the Syndicate." he explained, frustrated at the situation, and her attitude. "You have no idea how critical this is," he accused, "he's the key to taking down the most powerful and influential crime syndicate in known space." he stated. "Let me break it down for you, because I don't think you're getting the big picture here. This is a domino effect. With his testimony, we can take down Keevan Faro. With Faro under our thumb, we can take down the entire Syndicate. With the Syndicate out of the way, we can focus much more of our resources on Section 31. Thirty-one knows all of this, which is precisely why they're helping the Syndicate now. By exposing our operatives, most of whom where involved in investigations that in some manner connect with the Syndicate, they force us to reallocate all of our resources onto the enemy we can see, the enemy killing our operatives, while oblivious to the enemy pulling the strings, giving thirty-one a free hand." he explained.
+"I understand what is going on, but I do not see how I am the only one left to baby-sit an operative."
+"Did you miss the part about everyone else being either dead or missing? Our how about the part about two of the most dangerous organizations known to the Federation surreptitiously joining forces do to a common goal? Shouldn't those two things be more than enough for you?" he questioned. She didn't reply. She didn't need too. She simply continued to stare at him, knowing there was more to this than he was letting on. Finally realizing that she had perceived more than he had wished her too, he sighed, and looked away for a moment. "How about the fact that you're the only other person with a personal stake in this, the only person I trust at this point." he said softly.
+She shook her head lightly. "If we are the only ones left, then we need to do something more than just babysitting. I can hold the fort down for awhile. Did you pick a persona for me to embrace?" she asked as she folded her hands in her lap.
+With a relieved sigh, he nodded, "Yes, it's on the same padd," he told her, "you'll be serving as the chief science officer aboard the starship Republic. She's on assignment at the moment, but from what I know, that should be finished with shortly." he informed her. "We had to be creative in how we protected him from the Syndicate. Normal methods simply don't work. Since he was Starfleet during the war, we simply re-instated him, placed him aboard an appropriate vessel. It's worked, so far, though not without a few minor hitches. A mobile fortress like an active Galaxy-Class ship has kept him alive for the better part of a year. As for doing things other than . . . babysitting . . . believe me, I'm taking care of things." he finished.
+"And what methods do I get to employ if I am discovered?"
+"Obviously, remaining covert is best for the sake of the assignment," he replied, "but the risks involved with discovery are minimal, given the nature of things. If you're discovered, explain everything to the objective, and anyone whom he deems appropriate. I know that's not exactly standard operation procedure, but, nothing about this is." he said.
+"Agreed. Same drop rates as before?" she asked filing the information for later.
+"No, it's too risky," he responded, "the changes are all explained within an encoded file hidden beneath you're persona's profile."
+"Interesting. Shall I investigate the connection between the two while I am babysitting, or am I just to remain to the objective?"
+"Keep your focus on the objective. I'll handle the rest. I've got . . . friends . . . in high, public places on this one. People thirty-one can't go after without attracting unwanted attention. People thirty-one are too arrogant to consider a threat." he said with a smile. Pausing for a moment, the smile faded away, "Thank you, both for not asking what my stake in all of this is, besides the obvious, and for taking the assignment. I know it's not exactly what you normally do."
+She turned the PADD over and folded her hands again. "I understand what is at stake if they succeed in their mission. When it is necessary to contact me, use the old means through Ms. Smith. That way it will look completely normal. I will collect my belongings and head to dock waiting for the assignment. I am assuming I have full access to whatever means I need?" she asked.
+He nodded, "Everything is as you'll need."
+"It was nice to see you again. I am glad that your family is well. I must get back to work." She slid the PADD into her pocket and folded her napkin then put it down on the table.
+Sitting there as she departed, he couldn't help but ponder her choice of words - I am glad that your family is well - and wonder if, indeed, that was completely true . . .
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 23: Enter The Spooks**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: promenade, Deep Space Nine**
+Mixed in the intense crowd on the famous DS9 Promenade, an Ensign dressed in Operations gold and an odd female engaged in a conversation.
+Ensign Christopher Jenkins, with one look by most females from any races, his charisma instantly attracted all. "Intriguing to see you here Admiral, and I must say you're looking lovely outside your uniform," he rumored.
+The Admiral, trying to blend in the crowd, however she couldn't help feel like she was sticking out like a sore thumb. "Save the flattery for someone else Ensign . . . You will be receiving your new assignment orders soon . . . to be transferred to the starship Republic . . . " She paused for a minute to catch her breath and to make sure no one was listening in " . . . I want you to keep an eye on a Ensign Kuga for us," she conveyed.
+Chris moved in a little closer towards to the Admiral and began to whisper in her ear. "Any preferred reason on how I should handle this?"
+The Admiral gave a weak smile and whispers back, "I don't care how keep an eye on her, for all I care you could become her lover . . . Just make sure she doesn't speak about us."
+"And if she does?" Chris implied
+The Admiral turns to face Chris giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Protect the Organization at all cost.” She walks off slowly blending into the crowd; Chris just gave a nod in agreement and proceeds to Quarks.
+When the meeting came to a close, a ghost-like figure hid in the shadows finishing its watch over the two.
+----
+**Location: Quark's Bar, lower level promenade, Deep Space Nine**
+The Bar was buzzing with noise, as crews from various Starfleet vessels enjoy themselves at the dabo tables. Reia and what was left of the crew of the Livingston sat at the same table they have been at for the pass several weeks. Quark approached the group of young Starfleet Officers.
+"Can't Starfleet give you something else to do, besides take up space in my bar?" he said rudely.
+"Quark, we're waiting for our orders from Starfleet. Until then . . . they told us to wait and relax," said a nearby ensign.
+"You could wait over at the Dabo tables, or how about renting some holosuite time . . . I have quite a collection of programs you might be interested in," implied Quark.
+"Sorry Quark, we're just here to relax."
+"Well, try doing other relaxing things . . . " He turned to Reia. "What about you Lieutenant? I have quite a collection of holo programs from Trill," Offered the Ferengi bartender.
+Reia was about to respond when she noticed a familiar face entering the room. "Maybe another time Quark . . . " she said, walking towards the bar, trying to intercept the newcomer who was an older looking gentleman.
+At about the same time, Chris Jenkins walked into the room, bumping into Lieutenant Merrick. "Hey Reia . . . " After giving him a blank stare, she ignored him and continued to walk towards the old man.
+Quark looked at them both, and shook his head mumbling "Hue-mans"
+"Who is that old guy Reia is taking too?" the nearby Ensign asked, but before Quark could respond, he was shocked when Reia gave the old geezer a kiss on the cheek. "What the . . . Did she just kiss that guy?"
+Chris sat down at a nearby table with his shipmates from the Livingston, watching Reia out of the corner of his eye. "Oh no . . . He can't be back!?" added Chris.
+"Who is that?" questioned the Ensign even more puzzled than before.
+"That is Captain James Merrick . . . I thought he was retired," replied Chris
+The Ensign, looking dumbfounded, asked, "are you saying that old man is Reia's father?"
+"Well duh, detective! Reia Merrick?! You don't see the connection there . . . " replied Chris sarcastically.
+"I thought she was Trill . . . " began the Ensign has he was interrupt.
+"She's half Trill you moron," said Chris as he tried to drink out of an empty glass.
+"Oh . . . So what is so bad about her father?" questioned the Ensign.
+"Let's just say he is not a favorite in Starfleet . . . " commented Chris.
+----
+"It's nice to see you again dad," said Reia as she took a seat on a bar stool.
+Jim looked at his daughter and gave a smile, "You've grown a little since the last time I saw you."
+"Speak of the devil you've gone grey," she replied.
+"It's only to charm the younger generation," said Jim as he took a drink of his root beer.
+Reia felt a little sick to her stomach. "Dad, I would think of hearing that from mom, but from you it's rather disgusting . . . anyway so how were you able to get your command back?"
+Jim let out a small laugh, "I still have some friends in Starfleet, but honestly I think it was time for me to get back into saddle."
+"So what is your ship like?" questions Reia gleaming with excitement.
+Jim just smiled and shook his head, "The Expedition . . . Oh she is an . . . interesting ship . . . "
+"Interesting?! Come on dad . . . I want details . . . Details!" demanded Reia.
+Jim looked at Reia with a sad face replying, "I'm sorry Reia, but I can't hand out classified information in a place like this."
+"Can you at least tell me what class she is?" questioned Reia as her excitement went down the drain.
+"Excelsior mark three . . . " began Jim, when another person interrupted them.
+A woman walked up to them and looked between the two. In a heavy French accent, she stated, "Sorry, I didn't realize that you had company, Sir." She started to turn to walk away when she got stopped.
+"It's ok Doc, I want you to meet someone." replied Jim chuckling a little.
+She turned back around to face the two of them. "Jéanne-Thérèse Marsol, nice to meet you . . . ?"
+"This is my daughter, Lieutenant Reia Merrick," said Jim.
+Reia extends her hand "A pleasure to meet you Ma’am."
+Marsol almost reached up and slapped him until she restrained herself and bit her tongue. She replaced the smile on her face and looked at the woman. "Very nice to meet you, Reia. I see that your father's colorful past show true tonight. I apologize for my near fatal reaction."
+Reia return the smile, "Don't worry about it . . . Well I guess since I'm not going to get a tour of his ship I might as well be going." she says constructively trying to beg her way onto the Expedition.
+Jim looked at Reia with a grin on his face, “I know what you’re trying to pull here missy, and don’t . . . ” he began to say.
+"Eh, don't fear, there are parts of the ship that I still haven't seen," she replied smiling.
+Reia’s gave her infamous 'sad puppy' face to her father, “Daddy, please can I have a tour on your ship?” she asked.
+Marsol snickered as she heard her request.
+Jim tried to toughen up by replying, “Look I can’t let you on right now, its just policy . . . ”
+"Jim, I think that you should honor the request of your third child, that I know of. After all, if you don't, I'll find a way for her. Don't make me go rogue on you," she replied pointing a finger at him.
+Jim sat in silence for a few seconds, then mumbling “Women . . . ”
+"Apparently you love us women-folk, Jim. After all, there's three children now . . . do you have any others you want to fess up to?"
+Jim's face gave a slight smile as he replies, "Well I'm not too sure about those Orion women in . . . ."
+Marsol reached her hand behind his head and smacked him hard. "I hope that teaches you some common sense there, but then again, that would be asking for a miracle. However, miracles happen, look at me."
+Reia looks at her father blankly trying to understand what she just heard.
+Just as Jim was about to reply, a voice came over his commbadge.
+//”Captain, there is a priority two message from Starfleet Command”//
+”Roger that, I’ll be on the ship in a few minutes . . . ” said Jim, as he stood up from the bar commenting. “Sometimes it’s good to be the Captain,” winking towards the ladies as he walked off.
+Marsol just stood there in disbelief. "Men. Can't live with them and can't live without them. And he's one of the worse," she mocked.
+“Well obviously, he did something right in his life, or he wouldn’t be in the position he his in today,” commented Reia as she sighed with Marsol.
+"That can be debatable," she replied. "He's got more of an attitude than I do, and I nearly got kicked out of Starfleet for mine. It's a nice little curse I got myself."
+“Oh I take it you didn’t know what happen to him during the war?” questioned Reia
+"I know bits and pieces. He may have fought in the present war, but I have been through another one, myself. It created much havoc, let me tell you," she replied trying to push the horrible memories of that war out of her mind. "It was a long time ago, in your standards, but it just feels like yesterday to me."
+“Well with any war, it was bad for all of us . . . ” Reia commented, hoping to switch to a different subject.
+"Agreed. So, tell me, Reia, what's your area of specialty?" she asked quickly changing the subject.
+“Operations . . . I was the Chief of Operations on the USS Livingston . . . ” as her voice choked a little “ . . . before she went up in smoke.”
+"Ahh okay. He never properly introduced me. Chief Medical Officer on the Expedition. If he fails to get you aboard, there are ways around that," Marsol replied allowing herself a devious smile in the process.
+A friend of Reia’s walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. As Reia turned around, the newcomer addressed her. “Reia, the brass wants to see us again, I think it’s something about new orders.”
+Reia gave a nod and watched her friend walk out of the bar. At that moment, she swore that she could hear Quark mumbling ‘About time they leave'.
+“Well, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I got to go as well.”
+"Take care of yourself, Reia Merrick. I hope to see you again one day soon. Let me know if you want that tour and he fails for you. I got my womanly charms and devious intentions," she replied shaking hands. "Good luck with the Brass . . . I have a tendency to avoid them at all costs, nowadays."
+Reia gave a smile as she stood up, “You too, and try to take of my father if you could please.”
+"Farewell for now," she said as she herself was about to head back to the ship. She reminded herself while she was walking back to the dock that she was going to have to have a word with that man.
+----
+**Location: promenade, Deep Space Nine**
+The Vulcan female walked the decks of DS9. Her feet remembered their old stomping grounds and she fell back into habit of station living. The sounds and smells made it all the better. Albeit the smells sometime repulsed her, she had gotten used to it when she served aboard here as a Security officer all those years ago. She watched people go as they walked passed her. Her eyes caught a few people sitting down. One of them looked too familiar, but she didn't want to believe it. Lowering her sight, she hoped to distract herself enough so that attention was not drawn.
+Chris Jenkins, walking out of Quark's, bumped into the Vulcan lieutenant commander. Looking directly at her, the ensign noticed that she was somewhat familiar. “I’m sorry Ma’am,” he apologized with an odd look on his face.
+She looked at him, deep in his eyes, analyzing him quickly. "My apologies, I must not have been watching where I was going," she replied before she started to walk off again. Her suspicions were correct. He was one of them. Seeing that she was ordered not to do anything, she filed the information for later, but was still willing to take matters into her own hands if anything came of it. After all, she had to protect herself and she had to protect the organization.
+Chris walked away, shaking his head and thinking, ‘That can’t be her . . . she’s dead?’
+The Vulcan, ignoring Jenkins, continued walking throughout the familiar part of the station. It had changed very little in some respects since she used to serve aboard the station before the War. Nothing would be home like the Ma'at, her own personal ship. Unfortunately, it never survived the battle that ended up too many people dead. She longed for what she had before she enlisted in core. There is no running around, there was no fear of death lingering over her head, and she didn't have to always carry small weapons around on her body, even though she was the weapon herself.
+She was the one that cleaned out the dirty, gather information, and not be caught. Holding no regrets about the past, she looked forward to what the future would bring to her. A finger made it past the blue of her uniform. She hadn't worn a real one in such a long time, she found the fabric irritating to her neckline.
+Even though she was technically on leave from her real assignment, she never had to wear a real uniform with the department designations on it. Not knowing how long she was going to be on this assignment, she had made arrangements for someone to take her place if she were not to return when her leave was technically over. There was always an excuse to get off of the station that she was currently serving on.
+Now walking these decks made her realize how big the station she was on truly was. The difference was by many many decks. Risks were something that came with the job, day in and day out. She understood what she was getting into when she switched out of a regular job.
+At one of the windows, she stopped and started to analyze all the information about the crew of the USS Republic, the assignment of being a science officer, and the ship herself. The one thing she never regretted was spending too much time as a Borg. The internal cybernetics allowed her to increase her proficiency as well as it allowed to put a front on. Anyone who looked at her would assume that she was looking out the window to see the wormhole in action. Upon closer inspection, they still wouldn't be able to see that she was doing anything but looking at the stars and the wormhole.
+A security officer walked by her and then turned around. He tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I thought that you were someone else." It had looked exactly like the security officer that he used to do rounds with.
+"That is fine. Most people assume that I am someone else, and I only disappoint."
+"Sorry," he said as he walked away. She was too old to be his former friend. He had seen the reports that she was dead, but didn't believe them. There was no funeral. He had only found out that she had died due to the Killed in Action report that he got on a weekly basis. 'Oh well,' he thought to himself as he continued his rounds.
+She hated having to lie to her former friend. She immediately recognized him when he distracted her from her current task. She had grown many years since she had worked with him. She was a different person in many different respects than her younger self. This assignment irked her. It wasn't really the fact that she knew that she could do it, or that it was really out of her specialty. What really irked her and sent chills down her Vulcan spine was the fact that most of the Starfleet Intelligence core was either in hiding or dead.
+Now to just wait for the Republic to dock.
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 24: Vicious Circles**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: Reactor Tower 4, Sigma Omicron Terraforming Station**
+In an instant, Hawk was face down upon the surface of the fourth reactor tower, his vision blurred as blood trickled from a cut on his lip. He literally hadn't seen it coming, or rather, hadn't seen him coming. Now, the previously unconscious Hranok was standing over him, slamming his booted foot into Hawk's ribs with overwhelming force and speed. Only as the Helmsman's mind cleared from the decisive blow to the head he must have received did the fierce shooting pain finally register across his body. His instincts told him to fight, to strike back, but he had no strength left. All he had was the excruciating pain and the taste of blood in his mouth.
+So, he did as he had done dozens, maybe hundreds of times before, and he used that which he had, and focused on that pain. Going deeper, he focused on the pain that had followed him always, in the back of his mind, eating away at him for nearly two decades now. The rage that boiled within him, the fury that had driven him in other desperate situations, now did so once more. As a brutal roar overcame him, straining his vocal chords, he summoned every last iota of strength he had left and struck back with sudden defiance. With exquisite force, he slammed his elbow back and into Hranok's left knee, shattering the joint like glass.
+As it gave way, bending out and away from Hranok in an exceedingly unnatural way, it was the assassin-turned-saboteur's turn to cry out as he toppled over. The brutal sound was like fuel to Hawk's fire of rage, giving him much needed strength to push himself up from the warm metal surface. Seeing his enemies leg bent, bleeding, and broken at such an awkward angle fed the dark depths of Nathan Hawk even more. This was barely a glimmer of the justice - of the vengeance - that he had envisioned delivering upon men like Keevan Faro since he was only a boy. It was what he had craved more than anything, what had tempted him so often during his time undercover with the Syndicate.
+As he stood over Hranok, the Bolian writhing in agony, all he wanted in that moment was to continue on this course. To make the traitor feel physically what he had felt emotionally every day of his life for nearly eighteen years. To be consumed by his own hate, to fade darker from his current shade of gray, to embrace his thirst for revenge. Taking a firm grip on the collar of Hranok's uniform, he pulled the Bolian up, forcing him to his feet. Grimacing in pain, Hranok caught sight of something in Hawk's eyes, and for the first time, felt fear as to what lay buried deep beneath the depths of Hawk's soul.
+Pushing Hranok back with each step forward, Hawk moved towards the edge of the fourth reactor tower, never taking his eyes from Hranok's own as he did. He wanted the Bolian to see what he was up against, to fear him, to recognize the fierce determination and hate that ate away at him day after day. Above all else, he wanted the Bolian to understand just what a fool he had been to come after him, to threaten him, try to kill him, to betray him on a mission he lead. To realize just how futile the entire mission to assassinate him had been from the start. To understand that no one, not Keevan Faro, not Starfleet, not even the entire Orion Syndicate, could stop him.
+"This s'how it's gonna work ya sorry sonuvabitch!" Hawk spat through gritted teeth at the broken Bolian. "Yer gonna tell me everythin' I wanna know, n'if fer one second I think yer hidin' somethin' 'er tellin' me a tale? I'm gonna break another body part 'ntil yer beggin' me ta kill yer sorry ass!"
+"Okay, okay! I'll tell you whatever you want to know! Just don't kill me!" Hranok whimpered, a pale reflection of the experienced assassin he had initially appeared to be.
+Jerking the Bolian forward swiftly, Hawk got in his face as he bellowed, "I make the rules, asshole! Ya wanna get outta this, ya shut yer damn mouth 'ntil I tell ya otherwise!"
+"Alright, alright! I'm sorry!" Hranok sniveled apologetically, seeming less like a trained operative and more like a lackey.
+"How do I save the Republic?" the Helmsman questioned without delay, even as a dozen different questions began to form in Hawk's mind as to just who the hell Hranok really was.
+"Non-symmetrical warp field, just generate one, it'll push the 'subspace termites' out of the g-band, neutralize them!" Hranok answered, promptly, a tremor of fear evident in his voice.
+"Who sent ya? How'd they find me?" Hawk asked next, adjusting his grip on the Bolian's collar. He hadn't expected such an easy time of questioning the Bolian, whose pathetic display was throwing Hawk for a loop.
+"The Syndicate, someone saw the news feed, they recognized you!" Hranok explained.
+"I wanna name!" Hawk demanded, leaning Hranok out further over the edge to make his point.
+"Dresdan! It was Dresdan! Faro contacted him, Faro saw the transmission himself!" Hranok replied.
+"Faro hates Dresdan!" Hawk shot back, leaning the Bolian out further, "Why would they work t'gether?!" he demanded.
+"Because of me!" Hranok answered quickly, "Faro knew Dresdan had someone who could get inside Starfleet, but only for a little while! That was me, that's why I was selected!"
+"What the frinx s'special 'bout you?!" Hawk inquired, pulling the Bolian in a bit, his own strength faltering as his injuries finally caught up with him, his adrenaline levels decreasing.
+"Nothing! I swear! Please! Pleeease! Don't kill me!" begged Hranok as he erupted in whimpering sobs.
+Of everything he had expected of a Syndicate assassin, the pathetic, sniveling, whimpering routine wasn't even on the list. It just didn't make any sense! Hranok had pulled the wool over everyone's eyes for the last few weeks. He had teamed up with Beckett, he had been responsible for the subspace termites that now - unknown to the crew - threatened to destroy the Republic. He had even taunted Hawk during their captivity in sickbay. How could he now be nothing more than a shell of a man, sobbing and pleading for his life?
+"Who'n the hell r'ya?" Hawk finally asked.
+"Nobody, I'm nobody," Hranok replied, "I'm just a con-man who took the wrong people's money, I swear!" Hranok proclaimed. "I'm not even the real Hranok, I've never even met the guy . . . "
+Everything driving Hawk suddenly evaporated. The hate, the anger, the rage, the quest for vengeance - everything that had been brought to the surface in desperation to survive was gone again, in an instant. Buried back deep within him at the realization that nothing would come from killing the Bolian. In one quick movement, he pulled the Bolian in from the edge and released him, the blue-skinned alien collapsing into a heap like a marionette with the strings cut.
+"Who'r ya?" Hawk asked, as he leaned back against the console for support.
+It took the Bolian a moment to compose himself to the point where he could reply. "My names Evok," he finally muttered, as he stopped sobbing, "I'm a two-bit con-man from New Sydney." he continued, without prodding, "I made some really bad calls, took some money from the wrong people. Ended up in to Dresdan for nearly ten-thousand bricks of latinum. I couldn't pay it off . . . he was going to kill me, kill my family . . . I didn't know what else to do . . . " Evok explained, sorrowfully. "He came to me a few weeks ago, told me . . . told me if I did this for him, if I killed you, he'd call it even. I didn't have a choice, I never meant for anybody to get hurt. I never meant for any of this to happen . . . " the Bolian admitted.
+Hawk had expected to feel little less than hate for this man, this coward who had betrayed them. As he looked upon the Bolian - broken, defeated, exposed, remorseful - he couldn't help but feel sorry for him, though. Evok was no saint; he was a thief and a con, and that had caught up to him. He deserved to be punished for his crimes, that was for sure. No one deserved this though. To be at the whim of the Syndicate, to live in fear, not just for yourself, but for your family. To know that you owed your life to the changing mood of a crime lord who would just as soon kill you as spit on you.
+Battered, bruised, bloodied and broken himself, Lieutenant Nathan Hawk did something that surprised even himself. Pushing off from the console, he steadied himself, before stepping over to Evok, the man he had known for the past few weeks as Hranok, and held his hand out. At first, the Bolian had winced and braced himself for a beating. When that didn't come though, he had opened his clenched eyes and looked up at Hawk expectantly, fearfully, and been surprised by the outstretched hand. trepetitiously, he took it, as Hawk helped him to his feet, and held him up. As Evok put his arm around Hawk's neck, allowing him to stand on his one good leg, he looked at the Human and asked a question without ever saying the words.
+"'Cause ya ain't one a them," Hawk stated simply.
+Tapping his communicator, Hawk issued the command, and a moment later, he and the man who had been sent here to kill him disappeared from atop the coolant towers.
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 25: Crowd Control**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: Tholian Ship, in orbit around Sigma Omicron Five**
+"Damn it!" a station crewmember exclaimed with vehemence. "They've had us in here for HOURS! No food! No water! Not even a damn place to piss!"
+"Relax, lieutenant," Leon ordered. "If you have business to do, do it in the corner. As far as food and water . . . well, just be glad you're still alive. That's more than you'd be if they hadn't beamed us up.
+Imprisoned in the translucent walls of the Tholian brig, all the survivors from Sigma Omicron Five could do was wait for their captors' next move. The fiery dance of red, orange, and yellow plasma reflected through the barriers giving the Spartan room the appearance of a cauldron of molten steel. Fortunately, the occupants did not experience the heat and pressure of the environment beyond.
+"What do you think?" Leon turned to Reittan with frustration. "Can you detect any thought patterns?
+"They're not so much thoughts as a complex mix of multiple emotions," the counselor explained. "And vague emotions at that."
+"What do you mean?"
+"If I had to guess, I'd say that the Tholians are communicating with each other through a free-roaming network of mental telepathy. Only, I can't discriminate between individuals."
+"You mean they're a hive mind?" Leon questioned, putting his hands on his hips. "Like the Borg?"
+"No," Reittan answered confidently. "Borg drones have no free will. There is definitely individuality here, only the thought- response frequency is so fast, I can't hone in on any one individual. All I get is the a resonating effect of emotional echoes from whatever thought was communicated among them before another one is transmitted. The Tholians seem to 'think' on a higher level than we've ever experienced. It's as if they perceive, interpret, and respond all at once with no time interval in-between."
+"That must be convenient," Leon replied with both sarcasm and awe. "Being able to interact with the universe without that pesky little thing called 'time' in order to make a decision. Can you discriminate what their intensions are with us?"
+"Hard to say," the counselor replied calmly, closing his eyes in concentration. "They're perceiving a threat outside of themselves, and they're responding with anger, frustration, and confusion, with a combined determination to . . ."
+Reittan's expression turned to a grimace, and his forehead wrinkled in distress.
+"What?" Leon asked with concern. "What are they determined to do?"
+Counselor Tolkath knelt down, and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to gain control of his own emotions before responding.
+". . . exterminate," he whispered to Leon, not wanting to alarm the rest of the station personnel around him.
+"Hey!" the doctor immediately shouted towards the unknown realm beyond the wall. The other prisoners only watched him silently with confusion. "Do you hear me? Talk to us!" he demanded. "What's happening? What's happening to our people?"
+A moment passed where no response was given. Leon was about to yell again when an area on the wall in which he was facing shimmered and revealed a shocking scene. It was the Republic in an energy web, surrounded by Tholian ships with the scarlet-gray disk of Sigma Omicron Five glowing in the background. The web itself was closely hugging the Republic's hull at the bow and stern, and an orange lance of phaser energy emanated from her forward weapons in a futile attempt to cut out of the matrix-like net. It was not an image in motion, however. It was frozen like a photograph; a moment captured in time.
+In response to the image, Doctor Cromwell's eyes grew wide with trepidation. In an instant where he reacted before thinking, he threw himself towards the wall and began pounding and kicking it with an almost panicked fervor.
+"Stop!" he shouted, continuing with his relentless punching of the translucent barrier. "Stop what you're doing! We're NOT your enemy!"
+With a voice that resonated throughout the room, an alien voice addressed the doctor.
+*"You are the non. You must be removed."*
+"We're a sentient species!" Leon bellowed. "Just like you! You're committing murder!"
+*"We react only to what the non have brought upon our fractals in the cradle."*
+"Hold on!" the doctor shouted. "We didn't know this planet was claimed by your species! You can't hold us accountable for these deaths!"
+*"That is not correct."* the bodiless voice continued. *"The non has visited this world during the before."*
+"Before?" Leon asked with confusion. "What do you mean 'before'? Before what?"
+*"The before is the arrival. Our fractals slept. Your species pierced the veil, exposing their cradle."*
+"What?" the doctor shook his head. "Are you telling me that humans knew about this place before the station was built?"
+*"You are the non. You cannot understand."*
+"There's no point in trying to reason with them, doctor." A cold and familiar female voice interrupted Leon's tirade. Turning to face his inquisitor, Doctor Samuel Beckett sat on a stretcher after quietly waking from her phaser-induced slumber, compliments of Nat Hawk. "They're a dangerous species. A threat to the Federation."
+Staring at her, Leon started to put two-and-two together: Beckett worked for Kostya, and kept the terraforming going despite the mysterious deaths. Kostya, on the other hand, was the admiral responsible for the Cestus Three incident; an attempt to provoke a war with the Gorns by using Leon's homeworld as the excuse. The admiral lost that battle, yet it suddenly occurred to the Doctor that Kostya may have turned his sights towards another empire in an attempts to invoke conflict and expand Federation borders: The Tholians.
+"What happened here?" Leon gritted his teeth, marching towards Beckett with fire in his eyes. Seeming to forget that she was a patient in his care, the doctor grabbed Beckett by the front of her shirt, picking her up off the stretcher. With a viscous glare, he asked "what did Kostya have planned here?"
+"You wouldn't understand, Doctor Cromwell," she spat back. "While you would have us lie down at the feet of our enemies, Vladimir Kostya is SAVING the Federation."
+"He's trying to start a WAR!" Leon shook her.
+With a fanatically defiant look on her face, she pushed Leon away and scowled at him.
+"We're already at war!" Beckett replied angrily. "We're always at war! Everyday! Everywhere! There are empires all around our borders who are just waiting for us to show a weakness! The Dominion was just the beginning! We NEED strong leaders like Kostya to protect us!"
+"You're crazy!" Leon concluded with astonishment. "You know that?"
+"And you're a fool!" she shot back, unrepentant.
+Seemingly out of nowhere, a hand reached out and pinched Beckett on the lower neck near the shoulder. As she slumped down, Counselor Tolkath caught her, and laid the unconscious body back down on the stretcher.
+"I should have known that bastard was going to pull something again," Doctor Cromwell muttered with spite, referring to Kostya.
+"This was a terrible mistake," Leon turned back to disembodied voice. "Our leaders would never have allowed anyone to come here if they knew your children . . . your fractals . . . were on the surface."
+Looking back at the picture of Republic's life-or-death dilemma, Leon continued to plea his case.
+"We will leave this place and not trouble you again . . . please, let our people go."
+*"We cannot allow this to happen again. The non must be punished."*
+"If you destroy us, and our ship you have trapped in your web, our leaders WILL be back, and in much greater numbers. When they find out what has happened, they will declare war. Many more of your fractals will die.
+*"No! The fractals must survive!"*
+"Then let us go, and they will. Our leaders will declare this place off-limits, and we will never return. Your fractals will prosper."
+*"The words on the non mean little to us. We cannot trust you."*
+"Then your fractals will perish."
+A moment of silence ensured where the unmoving picture of the Republic, caught in the Tholian web, turned Leon's stomach in knots.
+"If we're to avoid war," the doctor finally said. "And keep your fractals safe, you have to trust me . . . Please."
+----
+Tensions on the bridge of the Republic were at an all-time high as consoles erupted into a shower of sparks and smoke permeated the air. Crewmen were frantically running to either stabilize a wounded comrade, or to secure a control station, or call for a damage team. Bathed in the pulsating red light, it seemed only those in the command pit were in control of the chaos, as Captain Roth and Commander Carter looked intently at the monitor ahead.
+"Transfer all auxiliary power to shields!" shouted Carter, as a rear science station exploded.
+"Stabilize energy reserves!" Roth followed. "I want all available power routed to the auxiliary batteries!"
+"Decompression on forward decks eight and thirteen!" Lieutenant Zoe announced from tactical.
+"Integrity fields on both nacelles failing!" Snyder said with a shaky voice at the helm. "The housings are beginning to buckle!"
+"They're crushing us like a tin can . . ." Carter said ominously.
+"Doctor," Roth turned to Virtus in the counselor's seat. "I need a solution NOW!"
+For his part, Victor Virtus did not remove his eyes from the console to his left. Dialing frantically, he replied, "we could try rotating the phaser frequencies, but I estimate only a 12.3 percent chance of being able to interrupt the Tholian web."
+"Tactical!" Roth turned her attention to Lieutenant Zoe. "Modulate forward phaser banks and cut this damned web loose!"
+"Aye, captain," came the response, and an orange beam shot towards the web matrix on the monitor. After a moment, the lieutenant shook her head, "no effect."
+"Again!" Roth ordered frantically, and another stream of fiery plasma erupted towards the shrinking energy net.
+Without warning, the bridge stopped shaking, and the pulsating web on the monitor disappeared. Everyone on the bridge froze in place, confused at the sudden halt of destructive activity. The captain opened her mouth to speak, but before a word came out, the bridge exploded with multiple flashes of brilliant white light. As the blinding illumination subsided, the bridge crew gawked at the sudden appearance of nearly a hundred Starfleet personnel packing the now very crowded command center.
+Carter didn't move. He only sat in his chair, staring at the people standing shoulder-to-shoulder directly in front of him. The commander turned his head slowly to his left to see an equally flummoxed captain, then reversed direction towards the science station, but found several more standing bodies blocking his view. The closest, who was actually in the command pit pinned between Carter's chair and the tactical arch anchored to the floor, wore a light-blue medical jumpsuit. Slowly, Carter's head tilted upward in controlled disbelief, and his eyes fell upon Leon Cromwell's face that bore an expression of mild yet surrendered irritation.
+"Leon," Carter greeted the doctor, as if they had casually met in the corridors of the ship.
+"John," the doctor returned the calm greeting, acting as if his sudden appearance and immediate standing location was the most normal situation in the galaxy. "You might want to think about leaving orbit."
+"Chief!" Carter turned to find himself shouting into the torsos of people standing directly in front of him.
+"Aye sir?" came the muffled voice of Chief Rainier, far away at the ops station.
+"Is everyone off the surface?"
+"Aye sir."
+"Helm, set course 085. Best speed."
+"Engines engaged," returned Snyder's strained voice, who had barely any elbow room to execute the command.
+As the ship swerved away from Sigma Omicron and straightened to make a direct line towards Federation space, Carter turned back to Leon, who, out of no will of his own, remained exactly where he was.
+"Care to explain this?" John asked Leon cautiously.
+"All in good time," the doctor replied. "First, I need a drink . . ."
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 <fs x-large>**Chapter 26: Second Star To The Right**</fs><wrap lo right>[[archives:den_of_lions#top|Top]]</wrap>\\ \\
+**Location: main bridge, USS Republic**
+The confusion on Republic's bridge was slowly reaching epidemic proportions when Kim Roth stood up to address the newly arrived guests. At the Ops position, Brad Rainier caught a wave from Roth out of the corner of his eye. "Attention on Deck!" he bellowed in his best `scare-the-hell-out-of-the-middies' voice. An instant later, the bridge was silent, save for the regular beeps, chirps and hum that came from a starship's normal functions.
+"Thank you, Chief." Roth surveyed the assembled group, nodding with approval. "It's good to see you again, and for those of you who were part of the station's compliment," Roth again looked over the Chief, "We'll do our best to accommodate you." She looked at the crowd again. "Where's Commander Madhava?" she asked, with an arched eyebrow.
+"He's dead Captain," Counselor Tolkath said matter of factly. Tolkath looked to his feet, at the still unconscious Dr. Samantha Beckett. "It seems Doctor Beckett had her own agenda."
+Roth nodded grimly. "I see," the captain offered. "Everyone here get to Sickbay ASAP." Roth looked at the clearly relieved Doctor Cromwell, "If we can prevail upon you, Doctor?"
+Despite the ordeal of the last few hours, Leon felt an easy smile cross his face. "Permission to pass out afterwards, Captain?"
+"Granted, Doctor," she said, then turned to look at Rainier. "Chief? Lieutenant Snyder?" She asked the two crewmembers at the ops and helm consoles. "Can you get our guests squared away please?"
+As Snyder stood up from the helm station, the COB was already in motion before the captain finished the order. "Leave it to us Captain," he said, as they both headed to the turbolift and the crowd parted for him.
+"Mister Carter," Roth said, scanning the fast emptying bridge, "Take the helm please. We seem to have misplaced Mister Hawk."
+----
+**Location: Cargo Bay 2, USS Republic**
+The cargo bay's stillness was broken by the telltale whine of a transporter matter stream. An instant later, two space-suited forms hit the deck with an uncomfortable sounding thud.
+"Sonuvabitch!" Nat Hawk yelled, rubbing the shoulder that had just slammed into the deck. "Jesus Burke!" Hawk cursed, looking back at his companion who was in a heap on the floor. "I thought you were the smart one! How did you get the transporters to hurt?"
+"Wasn't easy . . . " Burke coughed, then clawed at the helmet release for his environment suit. "Get me outta this thing, will ya?"
+"Sure thing, Bruce," Hawk commented as he knelt down to unlatch the engineer's helmet. In a flash, Hawk was twisting the helmet counter-clockwise, lifting it away from Burke's face. "So whaddid ya do?"
+Burke coughed as he gulped fresh, albeit recycled air. "I set the station's transporters to send us out the minute Republic's shields were down. Didn't count on her moving though; hence the rough landing."
+Seeing Burke's greenish coloring, Hawk grimaced as he unfastened his own helmet. "So . . . we could have materialized in the middle of an explosion? Assumin' that's what mighta brought the shields down?"
+"Could have, but didn't," Burke said weakly. "Calculated risk." The engineer's breathing was labored.
+"Right. I'm never playing poker with you Brucey," he quipped, then tapped Burke's comm badge. "Hawk ta Sickbay! Lock on for immediate transport!"
+Burke was confused as he felt the tingle of a newly forming transporter field around him. "Wait . . . where are you . . . "
+Nat Hawk shook his head. "Can't believe I'm gonna say this, but I got a ship to save."
+----
+**Location: Starfleet Headquarters, San Francisco, Sol III**
+In the richly appointed halls of Starfleet HQ, Vladimir Kostya was weighing his options. He'd hoped that Kim Roth would play ball. Why wouldn't she? He'd offered her a chance to revive her career, to be instrumental in the defense of the Federation, to be a hero, but she'd thrown all that away with one simple word. `No one says no to me,' Kostya mused inwardly. `She'll learn that the hard way now'.
+The next move would be crucial, Kostya knew. He'd have to play things closer to the vest then he had with the Cestus III affair. In that case, he'd relied too much on outside agencies. `Too many variables', he thought, `but this time I've got people I know I can trust.'
+A chirp from the comm. system brought Kostya back to reality. Annoyed, he leaned forward and angrily stabbed at the control to take the call. "This better be important, Purvis!" he chided the Yeoman not five meters away in the office's receiving area.
+//"Yes, Admiral. Sorry to intrude sir, but we've just received word from Operations Control. They've lost contact with Allegiance, sir."//
+Kostya went ashen. "What?"
+//"Operations confirms the loss of her transponder from the Intel grid at . . . . 1646 local."//
+"1640 . . . that's over two hours ago! You're just telling me this now?"
+//"Apologies Admiral, but I wanted to be sure, and I wanted to go through proper . . . channels, sir."//
+`Good', Kostya hissed silently. `At least the useless cow knows how to keep things quiet. That's something.' The head of Starship Operations cleared his throat. "What's the status of Republic?"
+//"Last report had her damaged, but functional. Intel's still got her signal on the plot."//
+Kostya slammed his fist to the desktop. "How?" he blurted aloud. "How does that damned ship manage to slip away, every time?"
+//"Not sure Sir. I'll look into that for you."//
+Rather than answer, Kostya simply punched the channel closed and fumed while the sun from a beautiful San Francisco day flooded through his office windows. The light didn't improve his dark mood.
+----
+**Location: main engineering, USS Republic**
+Nat Hawk couldn't wait as the heavy doors leading to Republic's main engineering section. He anxiously squirmed through the doors and took off at a sprint for the vertical intermix chamber. As the central landmark for the room, it was impossible to miss. Hawk ignored a handful of questioning looks from the engineering staff as he walked toward the towering column.
+"I don't want excuses, damn it!" Maria Pikita yelled from the upper observation platform, "just get those crystals re-aligned." Maria huffed a long lock of hair out of her face and braced herself against the safety rail, surveying the lower portion of engineering's cavernous space.
+She blinked in surprise. "Lieutenant Hawk? Is that you?" she called from above.
+"The one and only, darlin'" Hawk said with a mock tip of the hat. "Lemme ask ya somethin'." Hawk took a few steps around the intermix chamber, closer to the dilithium crystal armature. "How bad is an asymmetrical warp field?"
+Pikita blinked. "Why do you want to know? And . . . " she looked Hawk over again, "why are you wearing an environment suit?"
+"No reason really," Hawk said, as he pulled his phaser and pointed it at the crystal armature. "Jes' gotta few a bugs ta exterminate . . ."
+**Location: USS Republic, Main Bridge**
+John Carter, after relieving Lieutenant Snyder to help Chief Rainier with their guests, was pleased that he hadn't lost his edge as a helmsman. It had been months since he'd actually had to use the controls to steer Republic, but he always wanted to believe that he never stopped thinking like a helmsman. Apparently, he still was one. He checked the conn station's sensor plot, then looked back at the main viewer. "We'll clear the planet's subspace footprint in 45 seconds, Captain. Engineering has us cleared to warp out after then. Shall I set a course?"
+Kim Roth waved her hand casually toward the main viewer. Set course for DS9. Maybe we can hide there for a while, seeing as how I just told our boss to go to hell."
+"I hear there's a future in piracy," Carter offered casually.
+Roth laughed out loud, an emotion she was surprisingly grateful for, considering the last few days. "You might be right XO," she said. "After all, you're already dressed for it."
+Carter smiled. "Course set for DS9, Captain."
+"Engage."
+**Location: Captain's Ready Room, USS Republic**
+Kim Roth sipped at her cup of mocha. It was late in the afternoon, ship time, and normally she limited her use of caffeine, to say nothing of chocolate, but she was a woman without a career, and damn it, she was entitled to treat herself. Republic's Captain looked down briefly at the lithe form resting on the arm of her chair, and scratched the small creature under its chin. "I guess you needed the rest too, eh stinker?"
+Smoke bleaked in the affirmative.
+"Is that all, XO?"
+Across the table, John Carter rubbed the back of his neck, a clear sign that, even though Republic was out of danger for the time being, he was still finding it hard to relax. "Well, I'm still waiting for Hawk's official report on what went on down in Engineering, but Pakita's own account of things was actually pretty even-handed." Carter shook his head. "I still can't believe he did it, but according to Pikita and Vic, it did the trick; unorthodox or not."
+Kim closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of her drink, allowing herself to smile. "I think you just summed up the man himself."
+"I suppose so, Carter agreed. Then he mentally brushed the thought aside as his face turned more serious. "In all seriousness Captain, what's our next move? I have to tell you, I don't like the idea of `hiding' as you put it, even if DS9 is the best port in the storm." Carter forced himself to straighten up, making his family's `Old Man Noise' in the process. "This little nightmare makes twice that Kostya's tried to pull the Federation into a war, and he was using us to do it. Now, don't get me wrong Captain," Carter said wrapping his fingers around the back of his chair, "I'm glad you told him off, gods know, but he's got connections, and criminal or not, he's still an Admiral! Whatever we're going to do," he urged the brunette across from him, " we can't do it alone, no matter how much I want to snap the sprocking weasel's neck. "
+Roth calmly set her china cup down beside her, on the desktop. "Point taken, Number One, and we're not going to be alone when we do move against Kostya, but we have to get our own house in order first. That means fixing the ship and getting the crew squared, and DS9 is the best place to do that. I signaled them to expect us just after my conversation with Kostya during our Tholian engagement. After that fiasco, there's no way I'm taking us back to 39 Sierra." Roth looked the tall Martian who was her second-in-command in the eye. "Carter," she said, with the barest hint of motherliness in her voice, "This isn't the time to strap on the six guns and ride for justice. We've got to be smart."
+Carter nodded. He knew she was right, but the thought of inaction made part of him want to scream.
+Meanwhile, Roth continued. "I've been in contact with other members of the Flag Staff. "We're not the only one's Kostya's managed to leave twisting. We've got friends. I just have to FIND them."
+"Speaking of finding," Carter said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "We've still got a missing Ops Chief and a stolen shuttle to track down."
+Again, Roth nodded. She noted that she seemed to do that a lot in her First Officer's presence. "I've had a thought or two on that, but I want to run something by you first?"
+Roth's explanation was cut short by the door chime.
+"Come," Roth answered. A second later, the hatch slid open and Zoë Beauvais, late of the USS Allegiance entered.
+Zoë looked at Carter, giving the monocular officer a polite nod. "Sorry to intrude ma'am," she offered, "I can come back later if you like?" She took a half step back toward the hatch.
+Instead, Roth waved the young Lieutenant in. "Not at all, Lieutenant," she offered warmly. "Have a seat. We were just talking about you."
+Zoë put that information at the back of her mind. The wound on her forehead was itching, but tolerable. The medics had enough on their hands with everyone else mysteriously showing up on the bridge all at once. "Ma'am," she explained, I've got Dr. Beckett secured in the brig. She's still demanding counsel. I felt I had no choice but to pass on her request to HQ."
+Roth rolled her eyes. Much as she disliked the political state of the Federation at the moment, and despite the fact that she'd ignored orders from her immediate superior, Republic's captain couldn't bring herself to deny Samantha Beckett rights that were guaranteed to her by the Articles of Federation. Roth shot Carter a sympathetic look. "Wonderful," she said woefully, "more lawyers."
+"Not for a while, Ma'am," Zoë explained. "It was the oddest thing . . . the subspace array was down for repair, so I had to settle for carrier wave."
+Carter laughed out loud. "You used the radio?"
+"Yes, Sir," Zoë smiled.
+"Well that should buy us a couple of centuries."
+Roth nodded. "That sorts Doctor Beckett until we can transfer her DS9. I think it's best if we keep that particular ace up our sleeve for now." Captain Roth gave the young Tactical Officer an appraising look. "Lieutenant, have you thought much about your future?"
+"Always thinking about it Ma'am, in order to get the job done properly. I was thinking about heading back to the London, seeing that I am technically on vacation right now when I got pulled into a side assignment that would have me back before the London would miss me. It was a poor choice, in my opinion, to take it. I don't like to go against the orders given me, Captain," Zoë continued, "but that woman, Captain MacDonald, was hard to work with in the first place. It was either do the job or get kicked out of the Fleet. I didn't have much choice but to moonlight that assignment."
+Roth nodded. "Fair enough," she commented, "but I'd like you to consider making your assignment on Republic permanent."
+"Ma'am?" Zoë stammered.
+"What?" Carter returned. The tall man's face flushed. "Now wait a minute, Captain," he protested, looking over toward Zoë. "No offense to Lieutenant Beauvais, but we just lost Dazing, and I don't know that putting another stranger at Tactical is what the crew needs right now."
+Carter pivoted to look the Lieutenant in the eye. "I swear Lieutenant, this isn't personal. You did a hell of a thing, stepping up when you came aboard, and I do want to thank you for that."
+"But?" Captain Roth commented.
+"But we've had nothing but trouble getting anyone other than myself and McTaggart up to speed at Tactical, and frankly, the kid deserves a shot."
+Roth nodded. "I agree," she said coolly, "but not aboard this ship."
+"Why the hell not!? . . . Ma'am?" he added awkwardly.
+"Aside from Doctors Cromwell and Virtus, is there anyone onboard you trust more than McTaggart?" Roth asked pointedly.
+"No, Captain. Which is why I want him at Tac."
+"I understand that," the captain affirmed, "but since we can agree that Lieutenant McTaggart is above reproach, and given how fond you are of Mister Forrest, it seems to me that McTaggart is the perfect choice to watch over your favorite Black Shirt."
+Carter nodded, seeing the logic of Roth's position. "So you're figuring?"
+"I'm figuring to let Forrest do what he does best." She paused, taking another sip of mocha. "Once we get to DS9, I'll turn Forrest and McTaggart over to Captain Kira so that Forrest can find our lost sheep. If McTaggart is there, then it allows me two things. First," Roth explained, holding up a finger, "we'll know what's happened to Kuga, and our own people can keep it quiet."
+Carter nodded, exchanging glances with Zoë, who felt a little like a fly on the wall. Meanwhile, the Captain continued.
+"Second, if McTaggart does the job you and I both think he will, then it will only help his career."
+Carter once again folded his arms across his chest. "So, you've already made your mind up about this?"
+"Not at all," Roth shook her head. "I'll leave it up to McTaggart of course. It's his decision, but I think he'll take the opportunity. For now, I just wanted you to understand where I was coming from."
+Carter smirked. "Well, I do appreciate that." The XO added.
+"I thought you might." Roth pivoted in her chair, looking again at the young Lieutenant. "So what do you say, Lieutenant Beauvais? Can we put you to work?"
+"Sounds good. I think right now the best place for me would be here. There are many different people upset by our course of action and I can only imagine it getting worse with the destruction of the Allegiance. I was left out of the loop for it all you understand, but I have seen, no matter what, the ripple effects stretch to the deepest part of space. I'm your woman," she said with a heavy heart. It displeased her the course of action that her career had taken, but now she had to do what she had to do to salvage it.
+"Good," Roth said to the pair, pleased that she'd managed to diffuse what could have been a tricky situation. "I'll let the two of you sort out the details, but there's no rush. We've still got a few days before we put in at DS9."
+Carter turned to Zoë. "I'm due to meet Doctor Harris on the Hill in 20 mics, Lieutenant. Why don't you join us? No time like the present."
+"The Hill, sir?" she asked quite curious. Through all the years of battle, she had seen many different uses for the term, 'The Hill'.
+"It's our lounge, Lieutenant," Carter corrected, "A hold-over from the ship's days as the Saratoga."
+"This ship was the Saratoga?" Zoë said in surprise. "I had no idea." With new appreciation for her surroundings, Zoë looked the Ready Room over. "There's a lot of history on this ship."
+"I hope you're up to making some, Lieutenant." Captain Roth offered.
+"I can do that. Just let me stop by sickbay first and get myself attended to, Commander. Shall we say, 1700?"
+"Sure," John nodded. "See you then."

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