14-8

Posted on Jul 18, 2014 @ 1:19pm by Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Edited on on Jul 18, 2014 @ 1:52pm

Mission: The Tangled Webs We Weave
Location: Various

“14-8”
Location: USS Apparition NCC-20401
Scene: Transporter Room
Stardate 2.140712
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“Energize”

“Their shields are still up captain. We cant transport you through.”

Jax growled slightly and stepped off the platform and entered an access code into the computer. It ordered the Century to allow the transport using authorization codes that hadn’t been changed since he had served on the ship. “Now transport me aboard.”

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Lucky 13 Lounge – USS Century
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He looked around the room he found himself in. The lounge was trashed. Ghosts of the past immediately flooded his mind he could see himself, Looking a lot like LJ, with a younger peter and Daisy over in the corner laughing about something. A Poker game, strip poker if he remembered correctly. Its how she knew to use the identifier Ta Ta’s when she contacted him.

In his ready room, there is a picture of him and josh standing in this room, looking out at the stars, when Daisy had come in, and given the teen a mega wedgie. This was the type of Person Daisy Davidson nee Byrne was. Always for the laugh even during the serious times. If he was straight, and she wasn’t like a protective older sister to him, she did save him and Josh as kids from a horrible fate. He remembered that, and it caused nightmares a few years ago when they had been assigned here together. Of course she had no recollection of that incident since she hadn’t done it yet. Then there were the ghosts that were made of nightmares. He could hear the whispers in the dark ‘Adrenalin makes the soup taste better, Daisy’ and himself blowing his cover and almost ending the career using Intelligence codes to wipe the Century’s computer base to prevent the destruction or was it theft of the ship. The details were foggy. And he couldn’t remember
the specifics.

He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs and memories from his thought process, Righted a nearby table and chairs and sat down. On the table he placed a bottle of Irish whiskey, and two glasses. He hated the man he was to meet, but to seem childish, Kane had started it. Hating him from the moment the that lieutenant Jax had walked onto the ship. Secretly he though it was because of his closeness with peter, and that secretly Kane had romantic fantasies about the then Science officer. It got worse when he and peter started dating, and then married. “Irish twat was probably rejoicing when we split up” he muttered to himself.

He felt more than heard the doors to the room open. He palmed the phaser in his hand not trusting the Irish tosser to not shoot him in the back once he figured out who he was. Kane sat down on the opposite side of him and stared at the tumbler that Jax poured for him. “Drink it, its good stuff.” He stated sliding the glass over. He looked up at kane, and watched as his face twisted in recognition.

“Jaxsper Lawrence.”

“Captain Lawrence to you. We aren’t on good enough terms for you to refer to me by given names.”

“Fine. Then whats the meaning of firing on my ship. How did you bean through my shields. Why are you here”

“Simply put I’m here to save your stupid ass. And this isn’t your ship. Your ship you blew up according to your own computer records. Oh wait you didn’t know we did that either did you. I used to always wonder why you hated Marines with maybe the exception of Coyote, and Intel. But over the years I’ve concluded its jealousy. Because they are braver than you, and we are smarter than you.”

Jax dropped a padd on the table and slid it to him. “This program will rewrite your software to enhance the efficiency of the cloak equipped on this ship. It wont completely protect you, the core worlds sensor nets will detect you anyway.”

“Then why…”

“Shut up and listen Captain, or I will beam your more deserving crew to my ship and let you fly this thing to your own doom. With the modified programming of the ship’s computer, we are also going to change the computer designation of this ship to USS Arecibo, with a Registry of NCC-10001. A sister ship that went missing during the Dominion war. Under this guise, SFC will believe the ship has returned after all these years, and the sensor nets will allow you through. Please be smart and decloak before you try to enter sol system and approach slow. Remember you are supposed to be damaged, though given the current state of the C, its not too much of a stretch. Give this to your engineers; it will take a few hours to make the changes. I must return to my ship.

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Captain’s Quarters, USS Apparition
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The buzzer to his cabin sounded, and when he opened the door, a security officer, with his 19 year old self was standing there. “Come in.” The young adult resisted, but with 300 pounds of muscle pushing you in a direction you tended to go. “Have a seat, need something to drink?”

“I don’t know why the fuck you are trying to be so nice to us now, But you cant scam me.”

“Gods I had forgotten what a hot head I was at your age.” Jax sighed and turned on the monitor behind him. “I want to show you something. Computer, display service jackets of Commander Christopher, and Captain Jaxsper Lawrence.” The screen blinked and side by side two service jackets appeared. “LJ, I have a twin. A galactic fuck up created a duplicate of me. Of us I suppose. See how his records mirror mine up to a certain point. That’s when he was created. Apparently he has been trying to get out of my shadow since day one. For a while he was doing respectable work, but after a time I lost track of him. He rejoined intel just like I did. Unlike you and me he seems to try and follow my every step while you are a completely unique individual with the exception of our DNA.”

“So this twin is the one that grabbed us?”

“Yes. Chris has sided with a dark element within the Federation, one that we didn’t know that was there. Your mum is a very special person to me. Ive known her since I was 14 years old. I wouldNEVER do anything to hurt her, though I’m thinking I might do so now anyway. I cant let people know that you guys are safe yet. I have been briefed that there is still tasks that have to be done by others that were looking for you. And I need them to continue snooping to bring chris out of hiding.”

“Dahlia’s mum or da is on the ship we are next to aren’t they?”

“Her da is yes. Im not sure whether or not to tell him. My initial plan was to find a secure location for you kids to wait this out, and not say a word to anyone.”

“Mum would rip your balls off.”

“I’m more worried about Xana. Ok this is weird. I’m talking to myself but wont appear to be crazy.”

“You should tell Jake. It’s not fair to keep his kids from him, or Aunt Xana.”

“You are right. Of course you are, we are Jax, and Jax is always awesome.”

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Bridge
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“Miss Robinson, Contact Captain Kane request his Engineer be beamed aboard because of a Family matter. And if he resists tell him I threatened to beam a photon torpedo into his arse.” He felt a lot better after his decision was made. Talking to ones self can be very therapeutic. So was threatening Michael Kane.

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USS Acreman
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“Approaching the Nimbus system, General.”

“Drop to sub light. Yellow alert. let the Armstrong know we are here to help if needed. Maintain cloak.”

“Aye sir. Defensive systems on standby, weapons on standby, torpedo bays loaded.”

“Take us in.


Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Chief Engineer
USS Pendragon
E: swiften@yahoo.com

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"ICH leidest weil Ich bin besser"