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Captains Log, Stardate 51410.3: We have just arrived at Starbase 216, where the Monet will undergo repairs after our encounter with the Alh’nori. While the crew work to get the Monet repaired, I will be meeting with Admiral Foster to collect our next orders. Shearer
stepped out of the airlock and made his way through the nearly empty
corridors of Starbase 216 to Admiral Foster’s office. He nodded
politely to passing crewmembers, even if he didn’t know them. He
rounded a corner and turned into the main section of the Starbase.
Although most of the corridors were nearly empty, the main section of a
Starbase never slept. He had to dodge out of the way several times as
hurrying civilians passed by him. He made his way down to the end of the
section, glancing in the windows of several shops along the way, and
proceeded towards the turbolift. As the turbolift arrived, he was glad
to see that it was empty. He moved inside and the doors shut behind him.
“Command deck,” he told the computer. The turbolift slowly started
to move upwards. Twenty seconds later, the turbolift halted and the
doors parted. He stepped out onto the deck and the turbolift doors shut
behind him as he walked towards the command deck reception desk. Just
behind the desk were two young officers, one was a lieutenant and the
other was an ensign. The two were engaged in a conversation and didn’t
notice him until he spoke. “Excuse me,” he said. The two officers
jumped and turned around. The lieutenant quickly made her way to the
desk, while the ensign simply smiled at him. “What can I do for you,
sir?” the lieutenant asked.
“I’m looking for Admiral
Foster’s office,” he replied.
“Down the hall, first
left,” she replied. Shearer smiled.
“Thank you,” he said.
The lieutenant smiled at him as he moved down towards the corridor. He
turned into the first door on the left and as the doors shut behind him,
a longhaired woman looked up from the padd she was reading and smiled.
“Captain Shearer I presume?” she said. Shearer moved towards her and
smiled back.
“That’s me,” he said,
“Is the Admiral in?” he asked. The women nodded and tapped a button
on the console in front of her.
“Admiral, Captain Shearer
is here to see you,” she said over the intercom. Admiral Foster’s
voice replied almost instantly from the other side.
“Show him into my
office,” he said. The women tapped the button again and stood from
her seat. She motioned for Shearer to follow and he did so. She strode
up to the Admiral’s door and it slid open before her. She stood in the
doorway and waited for Shearer to go in. He smiled at her as he passed
and stepped into the Admiral’s office. The women smiled back and
stepped out of the room and the doors shut behind her. As the doors
closed, Shearer looked for the Admiral. He found him standing near one
of the large windows overlooking the planet below. The Admiral turned
around to greet him. “Hello Paul, how are you?” he asked. The
Admiral motioned for Shearer to sit as he himself made his way to his
chair.
“Very well, Admiral,” he
replied. Foster smiled.
“Good,” he picked up a
padd from the table and handed it Shearer. He took it and quickly
skimmed through. “Those are your new orders, and I have to order that
all discussion of it to non-essential officers be kept to a minimum,”
he said. Shearer nodded. He read the brief description at the top and
his eyes widened.
“We have to rescue
prisoners from a Dominion POW camp?” he said surprised. The Admiral
nodded.
“If you read a little
further, you’ll see that you are not only rescuing prisoners, but also
a Federation spy who is undercover at the camp,” he added. Shearer
couldn’t believe this; the camp surely had some resident Jem’Hadar
ships. How is the Monet supposed to defend herself and transport
the prisoners? He asked himself. The Admiral continued. “You will be
leaving in twelve hours,” he said. Shearer was puzzled.
“Twelve hours?” Shearer
said, almost without thinking. The Admiral nodded.
“That’s right, the USS
Texas is joining you on the mission, she doesn’t arrive for
another six hours. When she does she’ll be fitted with a cloaking
device. That’s why you’re leaving in twelve hours,”
“A cloaking device?
Won’t the Romulans have something to say about that?” Shearer said.
Foster smiled.
“It’s all been taken
care of. Now that the Romulans have joined us against the Dominion, they
have been a little bit more co-operative than usual,” he rose from his
chair and moved back over to the large window. “They have agreed to
let the Texas be fitted with a cloaking device for this mission
only but a Romulan representative has to supervise the installation and
removal,” he finished. Shearer smiled.
“Sounds like the Romulans
don’t completely trust us yet,” he said. Foster smiled.
“That is nothing new, they
don’t really trust anyone but themselves,” he joked. Shearer smiled.
Foster turned to look out of the window. He glanced over to the docking
port as a Miranda class ship flew out of the large doors. He turned back
to face Shearer. “You have twelve hours to prepare your crew for the
mission, I suggest you use the time wisely,” he said. Shearer rose
from his seat.
“Don’t worry, I will,”
he said. “Good bye Admiral,”
“Wait a minute Paul,”
Foster said. Shearer stopped in his tracks and turned around. “That
favour still stands, don’t blow her up,” Shearer smiled.
“Don’t worry Admiral,
she’ll be fine,” he said. The Admiral smiled back. Shearer made his
way out of the Admiral’s office. He nodded to the Admiral’s
secretary as he passed her desk. She looked up from her console and
smiled back at him. He made his way out of the door and down the
corridor towards the turbolift. As he passed the main desk, he saw that
the two officers had become engaged in their conversation once more and
once again did not notice Shearer as he walked past. Shearer grinned and
stepped into the lift. The doors closed behind him and the lift whisked
him back to the main hub of the Starbase.
Alex Leno strode across the bridge from his ready room towards
the command chair, which Commander Jones quickly vacated for his
Captain. Leno smiled at his First Officer, who smiled back. He sat down
and shifted until he was comfortable. “Helen, how long until we reach Starbase
216?” he asked his Conn officer. Ensign Helen Murphy checked her
console.
“Approximately three
minutes, sir,” she reported. Leno nodded. Three minutes later, the
Sovereign class ship dropped out of warp as she approached Starbase
216.
“We’re being hailed,
sir” Leno heard Commander Ray say from the tactical station.
“On screen,” he heard
his First Officer order. The view shifted from a star field to show
Admiral Foster standing in the command centre of the Starbase. Several
officers were hurrying around him as they went along with their duties.
Leno smiled.
“Hello Admiral, what can I
do for you?” he asked. Foster smiled back.
“Hello Captain,” he
started, “The Texas is going to accompany the USS Monet
on a mission. Because of this, the Texas will need to dock in the
docking bay so that she can be fitted with a cloaking device,”
“Cloaking device?” Jones
asked.
“That’s right,” the
Admiral replied. “Once you dock, Captain Shearer and some of his
officer’s will join you on the Texas so that you can get to
know each other a bit better before you start the mission,” Foster
told Leno.
“Very well Admiral, It’s
been a pleasure talking to you,” Leno said. Foster smiled.
“Likewise.” With that
the transmission ended and the Admirals face was replaced with the star
field once more. Leno turned towards Donald.
“You heard what the
Admiral said Helen, take us into the docking bay,” he said. Murphy
nodded and worked her console. The Texas glided towards the large
docking bay doors along the top half of the Starbase. As the Texas
moved closer to the doors, they began to open. The ship silently glided
past the doors and moved towards docking port three, where she would be
fitted with the cloaking device. As she moved through the bay, she
passed several ships already in dock. A few seconds later, a tractor
beam enveloped the ship and pulled it slowly towards docking port three.
Ralph Brady made his way through the corridors of the Monet,
his destination being the mess hall. He rounded a corner and could see
the mess hall doors. They were much bigger than the other doors on the
ship. They were also the only doors to have windows on them. The large
doors parted as he approached and he strode in. He glanced around the
room for Lieutenant Commander J’mall. He saw her sitting at one of the
tables nearest the large windows, she was reading a padd and hadn’t
noticed him yet. He moved over to the replicator and ordered a hot
chocolate. He took his drink and made his way to her table. “Morning
Rachel,” he said as he sat down. J’mall smiled and put down the padd
she was reading.
“Good morning Ralph,”
she replied. Brady took a sip from his drink. J’mall picked up the
padd and started to read again.
“What are you reading?”
Brady asked. J’mall looked over the top of the padd.
“Great Expectations,”
she said. Brady put down is mug.
“Charles Dickens?” he
said. J’mall nodded.
“That’s right,” she
confirmed. She put the padd down again and took hold of her mug. She
raised it to her lips and gulped down the last of the beverage. She put
the mug down and wiped her lips. She leaned forward and crossed her arms
on the table. “So what are we doing today?” she asked. Brady put
down his mug.
“Well, I’ve had enough
of being beaten at velocity, how about hoverball?” he suggested.
J’mall shook her head.
“Let’s do something
other than that, I don’t think my body can take more than ten
games!” she grinned. Brady grinned back.
“Alright then,” he said.
“How about Skiing?” He suggested. J’mall nodded.
“Good idea, I haven’t
been skiing for ages. Let’s get going!” she said. Brady stared at
her.
“Now?” he said, puzzled.
J’mall rose from her chair and grabbed his arm.
“Well, we’re not on duty
for another two hours,” she said, pulling him up from his chair.
“But what about
breakfast?” Brady said. J’mall laughed and pulled him through the
large mess hall doors.
“Stop thinking about your
stomach for once and go and get your gear. I’ll meet you down holodeck
three in ten minutes, and that’s an order Lieutenant,” she joked,
letting go of his arm and walking off down the corridor. Brady grinned.
“Yes Ma'am,” he said. He
turned and walked down the corridor in the opposite direction towards
his quarters.
Captain Shearer gazed out of the shuttle’s view port to glance
at the many ships docked within the station. He settled his gaze on the Monet.
The last time he had seen his ship in this way was at Utopia Plantia,
when he first visited the ship. He still could not get over how
beautiful the ship looked. The curved nacelle pylons and the irregular
shaped saucer were unique among the entire fleet, and he was proud being
the Captain of such a powerful ship. He felt a hand being placed on his
shoulder. He turned around and found himself staring into the smile of
his First Officer. “She’s a beautiful ship, isn’t she?” she
said. Shearer smiled back.
“That description
doesn’t do her justice Commander,” he said. Shearer took his gaze
away from the view port and sat back down in his chair. Shearer,
Kingston and Doctor Hughes were on their way to the Texas to meet
Captain Leno and his senior staff. The shuttle weaved in and out of
several docked ships and swerved to avoid other small craft flying
around. Shearer tapped in some commands on the console and looked out of
the view port once more. Out of the view port, the shuttle rose up from
the saucer of a Saber class ship and the Texas came into view.
The shuttle flew over the saucer and came about to dock in the main
shuttlebay. The shuttle touched down and the three officers walked out
of the hatch and were greeted by a crewmember. He extended his hand and
Shearer took it. The two shaked as the crewmember spoke. “Welcome
aboard Captain, I’m Lieutenant Commander Ray, the Texas’
chief tactical officer,” he said.
“Thank you Commander,”
Shearer said. He pointed to Hughes and Kingston. “This is my First
officer, Natasha Kingston and my chief medical officer, Amy Hughes,”
he said. Ray shook hands with the two officers.
“Captain Leno is waiting
for you in the briefing room, please follow me,” Ray said. Shearer
nodded and motioned towards the shuttlebay doors.
“Lead the way,” Shearer
said. Ray smiled and started to walk towards the door. Shearer and his
two officers followed him out of the shuttlebay and into the corridor.
They stepped into a turbolift, which promptly started to move upwards.
The briefing room was silent. Captain Leno, Commander Jones and
Lieutenant Dayan were all reading padds, waiting for the officers from
the Monet to arrive. The door chime sounded and Captain Leno put
down the padd he was reading. “Come in,” he said. The doors swept
apart to reveal Lieutenant Commander Ray.
Ray stood and allowed three people to enter the briefing room.
Leno rose from his chair as the three officers filed into the room.
“Captain Shearer, welcome aboard. Please sit,” Leno said, motioning
towards the empty chairs. Shearer smiled and greeted the other two
officers as he sat down, as did Hughes and Kingston. Leno sat back down
and picked up the padd he was reading a moment a go. “I’ve been
looking over the mission orders,” he said waving the padd in front of
him. “Surely Starfleet can’t expect us to rescue all the prisoners,
can they?” he said. Shearer nodded.
“They’re certain that
with the help of the Starfleet operative in the camp, the Monet and
Texas can pull it off,” he told Leno. Leno rolled his eyes.
“Typical of Command, they
always assume everything will go as they have planned and prepared for,
but something always happens that they didn’t anticipate,” he said.
Shearer nodded in agreement.
“I agree,” Shearer said.
He leaned forward and clasped his hands together. “Moving on to the
mission, we need to figure out exactly how we are going to pull this
off,” he said. Kingston spoke up for the first time since boarding the
Texas.
“Surely the base will have
some resident Jem’Hadar ships, so we’ll need to plan around that,”
she pointed out. Leno nodded.
“Any other points to make
before we begin?” he asked. Everyone in the room was silent. Leno sat
back in his chair. “Good, let’s get cracking,” he said. The six
officers then began a conversation that would last two and a half hours.
The turbolift doors parted and Captain Shearer strode out onto
the bridge. Commander Kingston quickly vacated the Captain’s chair as
he approached. “Lieutenant Maverick, clear our departure with
operations and prepare to take us out of here,” he ordered.
“Aye, sir!” Maverick
responded. He worked his console and a few seconds later his console
beeped. “We are cleared for departure, sir,” he reported. Shearer
tugged on his tunic. “Good, release the docking clamps and take us
out, full thrusters. As soon as we’re clear of the doors, come to a
full stop and wait for the Texas,” Shearer ordered.
Maverick’s fingers flew gracefully over the console as the Monet
began to disengage from the docking port. The clamps holding the Monet
in place one by one opened up, releasing their grip on the Monet.
The Monet glided backwards, away from the clamps and slowly
turned around. She glided forward and passed several ships on her way to
the large doors at the front of the bay. As she passed the Texas,
the Texas began to disengage from her docking clamps. As the Monet
approached the large doors, they slowly began to open. The Monet
moved silently through the doors as the Texas followed. The Monet
slowed to a halt as she cleared the docking bay doors, waiting for the Texas
to emerge from the bowels of the Starbase. After a few seconds, both
ships were clear of the Starbase and heading out of the system.
“We’re clear of the system, sir,” Lieutenant Maverick reported a
few minutes later.
“Enter the targets
co-ordinates and engage at warp nine,” Shearer ordered. Maverick
nodded and worked his console. He turned to face Brady. “Ralph,
activate the cloaking device,” he said. Brady worked his console and a
few seconds later the lights dimmed, indicating that the ship was now
cloaked. “How long until we reach our destination?” Shearer heard
Commander Kingston ask beside him.
“Approximately six hours,
sir,” Maverick responded. Shearer leaned back in his chair and folded
his arms. In six hours they would find out exactly how this mission
would turn out.
Ralph Brady leaned back in his chair and placed the padd he was
working on back on the table. He stretched his arms out and yawned
loudly. Because the Monet and Texas wouldn’t reach the
Dominion camp for six hours, Captain Shearer had given him a couple of
hours off. He decided to return to his quarters and finish the weekly
tactical review. He was just about to pick up the padd again when the
door chime sounded. “Come in,” he said aloud. The doors to his
quarters parted and standing in the hallway was Rachel J’mall.
“May I come in?” she
asked. Brady smiled.
“Of course, please take a
seat,” he offered. J’mall smiled back and strode into the room.
That’s when he noticed the lead she had in her hand.
“I bought Rex with me, you
don’t mind do you?” she asked. Brady rose from his chair and moved
towards her.
“Of course not, I love
dogs,” he said. As he approached her, a small Labrador puppy popped
its head out from behind J’mall’s legs. Brady leaned down on one
knee. The puppy’s tail was wagging fiercely and it leapt forward into
Brady’s lap and proceeded to lick his face. J’mall laughed. “I
think he likes you,” she grinned. Brady grinned back and pushed Rex
off his lap. He motioned for J’mall to sit down and made his way to
the replicator. “Of course he likes me, who doesn’t?” he joked.
J’mall laughed. “Can I get you something?” he asked her as she sat
down. As soon as she did, Rex jumped on her lap.
“Yes please, I’ll have a
coffee,” she said. Brady nodded and turned to face the replicator.
“Computer, one coffee,
white with one sugar and a small bowl of water,” he asked the
computer. A second later, a steaming cup and a bowl appeared in the
replicator. Brady picked them up and carried them over to his two
guests. He placed the cup on the table and put the bowl on the floor.
Rex quickly jumped off J’mall’s lap and began to lick at the water.
Brady moved back over to the replicator and ordered a hot chocolate. He
took it and moved back over to the couch and sat down. “So, what can I
do for you?” he asked. J’mall placed her mug back on the table.
“Well, I was on my way to
the holodeck to give Rex a run around, I was wondering if you’d like
to come,” she said. Brady took a sip from his hot chocolate then held
the mug in his lap.
“Sure, I’ve got nothing
better to do,” he said.
“Thanks, Rex likes to have
other people around when he goes to the holodeck, but to be honest, I
can’t stand the characters the computer creates,” she said, smiling.
Brady laughed.
“The computer has a knack
of doing that, remember that ski instructor? Now he was annoying,” he
said. J’mall giggled back. J’mall downed the last of her coffee and
rose from her seat.
“Shall we go?” she
asked, offering her arm.
“Great idea,” he said,
taking her arm. The two friends walked towards the door and J’mall
called after Rex, who immediately ran to catch up with them as they
strode out into the corridor and headed for the holodecks.
Alex Leno sat staring out of the large ready room windows. A
voice suddenly bought him back to reality. “Bridge to the
Captain,” Commander Jones’ voice said over the comm. He spun his
chair round to face his desk and tapped his comm badge.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“We’re approaching
the edge of the asteroid field, sir,” he reported. Leno rose from
his chair.
“I’m on my way,” he
said as he passed through the doors of his ready room. As he approached
his chair, which Jones quickly vacated. Leno sunk into his chair.
“Helen, as soon as we
reach the perimeter, slow to one half impulse and take us in,” he
ordered. Murphy nodded and worked her talented fingers delicately across
the computer panel.
“Is the Monet still
with us?” Jones asked no one in particular.
“Yes sir, she’s just
dropped out of warp and is right behind us,” Lieutenant Commander Ray
reported from the tactical station.
“Good,” Leno said. He
turned in his chair to face Ray. “Don, are you receiving any
transmissions yet?” he asked. Ray checked his console. It beeped at
him and he shook his head.
“Not yet sir,” he said.
Leno gently pounded his fist on the arm of his chair.
“Damn, he should be
transmitting by. How long until we reach the camp?” he asked. Murphy
once again checked her console.
“Ten minutes sir,” he
said. Leno was just about to say something when Lieutenant Commander
Wilson interrupted him.
“Captain, we’re
receiving a transmission from the Monet,” she said.
“On screen,” Leno
ordered, rising from his seat. The viewscreen flickered to show the
bridge of the Monet. “Problem Captain?” he said. Captain
Shearer shook his head.
“Not at all Captain, we
have just picked up the transmission from the Dominion camp, did you
receive it as well?” he asked. Leno shook his head.
“We haven’t received any
transmissions,” Leno told him.
“That’s all right, I’m
transmitting the information to you now,” Shearer nodded to someone
off screen and Leno heard a computer station beep behind him.
“Thank you Captain,”
Leno said, smiling. Shearer smiled back.
“You’re welcome,” he
replied and the viewscreen switched back to the view of the asteroid
field. Leno sighed quietly to himself and sunk back into his chair.
Ten minutes later, the Texas and the Monet slowed
to halt just 1000 meters from the Dominion prison camp. “Scan the
area,” Jones ordered. Ray acknowledged and ran his fingers over the
tactical console. “I’m detecting one Jem’Hadar attack ship in
orbit around the asteroid,” he reported.
“Only one, huh? This might
be easier than we thought,” Jones said. Captain Leno waved his finger.
“I wouldn’t
under-estimate the Dominion Larry, they have proven to us on many
occasions why we shouldn’t,” he warned. Jones nodded. Leno turned to
face Wilson. “Jane, hail the Monet, tell them we’re ready and
waiting for their signal,” he said. Wilson nodded and got to work.
About thirty seconds later she turned her attention back to her Captain.
“Done, sir,” she reported. Leno nodded and settled his gaze back on
the forward viewer. A few tense minutes passed before the ops station
beeped. “Captain, the Monet is sending the signal,” Wilson
reported. Leno bolted upright, as did Commander Jones.
“Here goes,” he said
quietly. “Helm, set course for the camp, one quarter impulse power,”
was his first order. Murphy acknowledged and pushed the ship into
impulse. Leno turned his head around to face the tactical station.
“Don as soon as we’re in range of the attack ship, disengage the
cloaking device and open fire, all weapons,” was his next order. Ray
poised his fingers over the tactical console, waiting for the moment to
carry out his orders.
“We’re in range of the
Jem’Hadar, sir,” Murphy reported.
“Now, Don!” Leno
shouted. Ray nodded and carried out his orders. The Texas swooped
down on the attack ship as she de-cloaked. The Dominion ship was taken
completely by surprise, and was unable to move out of the way when the
first volley of torpedoes impacted its shields. The Texas swerved
round to deliver a volley of phaser fire to the Dominion ship. By now
the attack ship had time to react and dodged out of the way. It then
came back with it’s own burst of phaser fire. The Texas swerved
and was only caught by the tail end of the blast. In the Texas’
haste to dodge the weapons fire, she had moved to close to the camp and
was hit by a barrage of phaser pulses from the camp’s upper phaser
turret. The Texas’s shields flared under the impact and the Texas
veered off course for a second before straightening up and moving away
from the camp to engage the attack ship again. She opened fire again and
the attack ship was unable to swerve in time and was caught by another
barrage of the Texas’s torpedoes. The attack ship went into a
violent spin as its shields failed. The Texas fired more
torpedoes, which found their target on the attack ships engines. The
ship exploded in a shower of sparks. With only minor damage, the Texas
moved towards the camp and targeted its phaser turrets. As she
approached, another ship swooped down on the camp; the Monet had
arrived on the scene. The two Starfleet ships opened fire on the camps
phaser turrets and one by one; they exploded in a flash of light. With
the camps defences down, The Texas and Monet destroyed the
camps shield generators with a barrage of torpedoes.
Shearer watched the mission take shape on the viewscreen.
Everything was going according to plan. J’mall reported that the camps
shields were now completely gone. Shearer rose from his chair and made
his way to the railing. “Ralph, drop shields and helm move us into
Transporter range,” he ordered. Both officers acknowledged and set to
work.
“Shields are down, and
we’re in transporter range,” Brady reported a few seconds later.
Kingston tapped her comm badge.
“Bridge to transporter
room, begin transporting the prisoners up from the base,” she ordered
over the comm. Suddenly the ship rocked and Shearer went crashing to the
floor. Several consoles exploded, sending their users flying across the
bridge.
“Report!” Shearer
shouted as he picked him self up from the floor.
“Three fighter shuttles
just came up from the surface, The Texas is moving to intercept
them!” Brady called from across the bridge. The ship rocked again but
this time it was less severe. Shearer stared at the main viewer. He
could see the Texas desperately trying to keep all three fighter
shuttles occupied so that the Monet could complete the transport
of the prisoners. Shearer tapped his comm badge as the ship rocked
again. “Shearer to transporter room, how much longer?” he asked.
After a few seconds pause, the operator responded.
“We’ll need another
three minutes a least, sir,” came the reply over the comm. Shearer
made his way back to his chair.
“Damage report,” he
asked. Brady worked his console.
“We’ve got a small hull
breach on deck six, emergency force fields are holding. Ablative armour
is down to 25% and structural integrity is dropping!” Brady shouted
back across the bridge.
“What’s the status of
the Texas?” Kingston asked, as the ship rocked once more.
“She’s taking heavy
damage,” J’mall paused and looked up from her console. “They
won’t be able to keep the fighters occupied for much longer,” she
said. Shearer nodded.
“Status of the
transport?” he asked her. She checked her readouts.
“We’ve just beamed the
last group aboard, sir,” she reported. Shearer smiled.
“Good, raise shields and
move to assist the Texas,” he ordered. Brady and Maverick
nodded. The ship began to move rapidly towards the Texas and
opened fire on the fighters. “Captain, the Texas is hailing us,
audio only,” J’mall reported. Shearer rose from his chair and moved
back to the railing.
“Let’s hear it,” he
ordered. The speakers crackled and the voice of Captain Leno filled the
bridge.
“Captain, I think
it’s time we got out of here, we’ve picked up several Jem’Hadar
fighter and Cardassian ships approaching at high warp,” he
informed them. Kingston and Shearer glanced over to J’mall, who
quickly checked her sensors. A few seconds later, she nodded in
agreement. Shearer and Kingston turned back to face the front.
“Agreed, set course for
Starbase 216 and engage your cloaking device,” Shearer said.
“We’ll see you
there,” Leno said before he ended the communication. Shearer moved
back to his chair and sat down.
“Take us out of here
Lieutenant,” he called to Maverick. “As soon as we clear of the
asteroid field go to warp nine,” he finished. Maverick nodded and
worked his console. A few minutes later, the Monet and Texas
were on their way back to Starbase 216.
The two ships reached Starbase 216 six and a half hours later.
While the Texas was having it’s cloaking device removed, some
of the senior staff had made their way over to the Monet. Captain
Leno, Commander Jones and Lieutenant Dayan were now sitting opposite
Shearer and Hughes. The five officers chatted and joked together while
Brady bought them drinks from the replicator. As Brady sat down next to
his Captain, Leno raised his mug. “A toast,” he started. “To
colleagues in arms. May you and your ship have many adventures
together,” he said. Everyone raised their mugs.
“To colleagues in
arms,” they all chanted together.
“And may our paths cross
again,” Shearer added. The group smiled.
“Hear, hear,” the
group brought their mugs in together in agreement. The two crews then
continued their lively discussion. |
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