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Episode Six

Star Trek New Order

Episode 006

“Revelations”

Previously on Star Trek New Order: When a bomb is found on the Lapon some must make the ultimate sacrifice so that others may live.  Within sight of Earth, They are forced to abandon Lapon.  Given a new ship they set out to complete their mission.  While following a lead, they are ambushed and captured.

…And now the continuation

Captain Hunt woke up in a dark cell onboard the Romulan warbird.  He was bruised and beaten and still could not believe what he saw.  Hearing footsteps coming down the corridor towards his cell, Hunt pulled himself to a sitting position and straightened his tattered uniform.  The privacy screen on his cell dimmed and Hunt saw his captor.

“Well Captain, nice to see you again,” former Commander Martin Madden greeted as he stared at Hunt through the force field.

“Why did you defect Commander?” Hunt asked, “Why are you working for Section 31?”

“Oh I was always working for 31,” Madden replied.

“What do you want with me?”

“You have been a thorn in our side for a while now, Captain,” He replied, “but it is your heritage that interests us.” 

“I am only one quarter El Aurian you know,” Hunt Coughed, “most of those traits has been bred out of me.”

“Ah, but not all, we know that your people can sense ripples in time space.”

“I won’t help you,” Hunt spat.  Madden kicked him in the stomach.

“You will,” Madden gestured to a large display on the wall of the cell, It flicked on and Hunt saw a limp form on a table in another cell, the lights brightened and he recognized it.

“A’Cillia?” Hunt asked, “I thought she was dead, the bomb vaporized her.”

“Subspace transport,” Madden explained, “Although, she soon might be,” he continued while a technician entered the frame with a laser scalpel.

“Your sick!” Hunt spat.

Madden kicked him again, “I’ll give you some time to think about this,” Madden said as he waved off the tech and walked out of the cell.  Hunt saw him gesture to the tech so after he left A’Cillia’s cell, Hunt pulled himself back up and started waving at the viewscreen, hoping that she could see him.  A’Cillia didn’t move.  Hunt realized that she was probably unconscious.  Hunt thought for a second, and then began to concentrate as hard as he could on A’Cillia, hoping that he could use some of his ancestors’ power to contact her telepathically. A’Cillia, it’s me, wake up!  A’Cillia began to stir

“Jon,” she said to the darkness, “where are you?”  Then she noticed a small viewer on the wall of her cell and tried to get up to go to it.

“I am in another cell,” Hunt answered, “can you walk?”

“I think so,” she said hobbling out of bed.

“Do you think you can reconfigure these screens to get a look at the others?”

“Maybe, wait, I think so.”  Within five minutes Hunt was able to check on all the other crew captured from the scout.  He was wondering why the guards hadn’t noticed his activities, when Madden stormed back in.

“Well Captain, it seems that you have figured out how to find your crewmates.  We can fix that.”  He drew a Phaser and shot the interface.  Then two guards dragged A’Cillia into the cell with him, “don’t worry you still get to watch.”  He drew a large knife from his boot and placed it on A’Cillia’s throat.

“Ok I’ll do what ever you want.” Hunt relented.  Using the distraction, A’Cillia sunk her incisors into Madden’s arm.  Madden leaped back in pain and dropped the knife.  Hunt grabbed the knife and thrust in into the first guard’s gut.  The second one raised his rifle, only to get swatted in the face by A’Cillia’s sharp clawed paws.  They both grabbed the guards’ rifles and ran out of the cell.

“Let’s head toward cell block E,” Hunt suggested.

“That is the Maximum Security Brig, you know,” A’Cillia protested.

“That is also where they’re keeping Renbe,” Hunt countered, “I am surprised that he hasn’t escaped already, he is an Angosian after all.”

When they reached his cell, they found the room littered with bodies, but their tactical officer was nowhere in sight.

“Hmm, I guess we just missed him,” A’Cillia said.  Just then Hunt noticed a shadow moving along a wall behind a console and motioned for A’Cillia to be quiet.  Dergos leaped out at them and Hunt caught him by his arms and held him back.

“Dergos, it’s us, were friends,” Hunt cried, Dergos’ programming had obviously kicked in, “Soldier!  Stand down; I am your commanding officer!” Hunt snapped.  Dergos immediately came out of his combat mode and relaxed.

“Sir, I’m sorry,” Dergos apologized.  The group then proceeded towards Chavin’s cell so that she could help them contact the ship for help.

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“I don’t know for sure what I can do from here,” Chavin said, “Maybe if we got to the bridge, or even main engineering, I could send them a signal, but these Warbirds are very centralized for exactly this reason.”

“We might not get that far,” Dergos announced as a phaser blast whizzed by their heads.  Everyone ducked behind the console Chavin was working at and prepared to return fire. 

The attack didn’t come; instead, they heard Madden’s voice over the intercom, “why do you run? You are on a starship; there is nowhere to run to.”  Just then the emergency bulkhead in front of them slammed shut, and they heard a faint hiss as the Atmosphere began to bleed out of the corridor.  Hunt scanned the room and found a Jefferies Tube hatch on one of the walls; he drew his phaser and fired at it on the maximum setting.  As they felt the rush of air coming out of the tube, Hunt motioned for them to follow him up it.  As soon as they reached a hatch they sealed it behind them to hold in the air and hold off pursuers.

“Too engineering then,” Chavin retorted, as they moved up the tube.

When they reached engineering they found it to be completely deserted.

“This is odd,” A’Cillia remarked, “Romulan engine cores require constant supervision, but there isn’t a sole in here.”

“You know, I don’t think I have seen a single Romulan on this ship since we arrived,” Dergos observed.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have time to investigate that,” Hunt warned as he saw a growing orange glow on the main hatch as their pursuers tried to melt through it, “can you do anything from here?”

“No comm. access,” Chavin announced, “Wait I might have transporter control, we can beam to the scout ship.”

“And I can start a core overload,” A’Cillia announced.

“Do it.”

Just then the door collapsed under the heat and ten soldiers broke through it and opened fire.

“Form a defensive perimeter!” Hunt ordered, Hunt, Dergos and the surviving Marines formed a semi circle around Chavin and A’Cillia.  The section 31 soldiers took cover behind some consoles and began to fire again.  The defenders returned fire and took down several of them.

The carnage began to heat up.  A team of Section 31 troops came through the doorway and set up a heavy phaser.  They managed to down several of the marines before Dergos’ Programming engaged again and he leaped clear over a console, ran up and threw the gunner aside, taking his phaser cannon and discharging it in a 180 degree arc across the attacking troops.  This wave of attackers eliminated, Chavin and A’Cillia were able to complete their work and the group beamed safely to the scout.

Chavin was able to quickly power up the engines and warp back to the Beliskner before the Warbird exploded.

   Captain’s Log; Star Date 57011.9, after that ordeal onboard the Warbird, I ordered a course back towards home.  I will be granting the entire crew a few weeks of shore leave when we arrive.  I am so glad that we have found A’Cillia alive and well.  I would like to recommend commendations for Commander’s Chavin and A’Cillia; Captain Dergos, and the entire 58^th Fighter Squadron are recommended for the highest commendation.

Three Weeks Later

Hunt Stepped off the transport at the San Francisco Interstellar Space Port and saw A’Cillia standing on the platform waiting for him.  He walked over to her and noticed that she was wearing civilian clothing.

“Where’s your uniform, the Beliskner is supposed to depart in two hours?” Hunt asked.

“Not me,” A’Cillia answered, “I have had enough adventure, I am going home.”

“What about us?”

“There is no us, Jon, not anymore, I can tell you moved on after you thought I died, Good bye.”  Hunt watched as she turned around and walked toward her transport and melted into the crowd.