14-9
Posted on Aug 23, 2014 @ 5:31pm by Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Edited on on Aug 23, 2014 @ 5:31pm
Mission: The Tangled Webs We Weave
“14-9”
Location: USS Apparition NCC-20401
Scene: Bridge
Stardate 2.140822
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“Captain, USS Grant and USS Pandora have left the system.”
Jax leaned forward in his command chair. “Very well.” He replied simply.
“Orders sir?”
“We wait. With all that has been going on on Earth, He will show up here to follow through with his threat. My brother, sick twisted piece of shite that is an abomination to our very existence.”
His XO approached him from the left side and muttered low so that the rest of the crew on the bridge could not hear him. “Apologies Jax, but isn’t he a copy of you?”
“A defective copy. A Genetic duplicate that spent the last 15 years trying to make his own path at any cost. He had potential, yes. When he left the Century, he was supposed to pursuit a career within JAG. We are brilliant lawyers after all. By now he could’ve been on the Chief Judge Advocates staff. No my friend, he is as different to me as the kid that’s down below.”
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3 Days later
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“Captain Lawrence, incoming ship on a wide approach vector.”
“Analysis”
“Warhammer Class Runabout, USS Morrigan. Registry NCC-88413. One occupant on board.”
“So it begins.”
“Runabout is scanning the location of the container ship. Runabout is switching to their lateral sensor array. Runabout is now doing a sensor analysis on the debris.”
“Anything large enough left to be able to detect human remains?”
“No captain, just particles of matter. Runabout is now moving to the location of the rendezvous.”
“There shouldn’t be anything left after 3 days.”
“Older ship sir leaves a much broader spectrum of subspace damage than modern warp engines.”
“Very well, Move us to that location. Target ship for a tractor beam. Drag his sorry arse into the shuttle bay. XO, you have the bridge. Clear all personnel from the landing bay” Jax got up and walked into the turbolift.
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Shuttlebay
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The runabout had fried its engines to melting down to try and get out of the tractor beam. But wuith 3 separate emitters dragging the small ship in, it had zero chance of breaking free. You could almost smell the smoke and heat coming off the engines as the ship came to rest on the deck in a haphazard way, and the exterior doors closed. The hatch opened and an almost carbon copy of himself walked out. He had to admit it was strange seeing his own face with brown hair rather than the deep red he was used to seeing in the mirror. “So what now brother. You going to try and lock me away in some penal colony some where?” Sneered the voice that sounded so much like himself yet different.
“No. Your puppeteer would just find a way to get you out, or pardon you or whatever. No, I’m afraid we are well beyond that. You have killed, indiscriminately, without remorse or care. You destroyed Daisy and Xana when you took their kids. And the plans you had for them…. How could you be so twisted and sick?”
“You know nothing of my plans.”
“I know EVERYTHING!” jax shouted. “You were going to do those *things* to one of ourselves! Not to mention innocent little boy and girls.”
“They are NOT innocent. They stand in my way of ultimate greatness!”
“Edgerton stood in your way of greatness. I don’t know what that fool promised you, but I never thought we could be so stupid as to believe and evil megalomaniac’s claims of ultimate power.”
“Enough talk. It is time we finish this, and when you are dead at my feat, I will have finally come out from your shadow.”
They began circling each other, waiting for the other to move. “So that’s what this is really about. You cant stand to be linked to me. You could have made your own life, JC did.”
“*He* isn’t a copy. He only looks like us, he is nothing. The sick shithead has desires for his own brother.”
“You really have lost it, JT hasn’t been…”
“No idiot, the freak with the gloves.”
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Bridge
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Ensnared by the scene playing out on the main viewer none of the bridge crew noticed as another red head left the bridge. What they were witnessing was the most brutal and violent confrontation most of them had seen. At one point knives became the weapon of choice, following that, blood started flowing freely from both participants. The crew was totally on board with allowing their captain to handle such a personal situation in his own way. The entire incident would be filed under the highest of intel classifications there were anyway, and chances are nobody would ever see what was going on again.
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Shuttlebay
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Chris was looking at Jaxsper with a smirk on his face. He felt like he was about to win, not caring that even if he managed to kill his brother, he would never make it off this ship alive. Those were his thoughts right up to the point of blinding pain, and looking down to see a klingon d’k tahg dagger protruding from his chest. He dropped to his knees grasping the blade that was covered in his own blood. “Nothing am I? You think I am weak because I sing and play songs? Your bitch ass ran away and let your little brother take the brunt of an attack, I stayed and protected him. You are a coward, and deserve a coward’s end.” The teenager spit on him and walked over to Jax. Together they watched the duplicates eyes dim, until all life had left his body.
LJ immediately turned and threw up all over the deck.
Jax leaned up against the runabout and slid down to a sitting position. “Is what you said true? Do you really think us… me a coward?”
“In a way, yes. You did run away, whereas I stayed and was brutalized. But we are individuals, something *he* never seemed to grasp. See you are this big bad intel type. I am just a muscician. We are what we make of ourselves. He could have been something special. But instead let him self be sucked into jealousy and a super inflated ego. I mean yes, we are Jax and we are awesome, but he took self pride to a whole new galaxy.”
“You are very smart for someone so young.”
“It’s a curse.”
They looked over at the cooling corpse. “its strange. I feel as if a part of me is dead.” Jax said watching as the blood pooled on the deck as it leaked from Chris’ body. “Are you ok? I didn’t think a musician could kill.”
“We are Jax, we all have that dark streak in us. It comes from mother. It’s what made her a ruthless lawyer. And a bitch to live with. He embraced it, you temper it. I deny it. 3 sides to the same triangle.” Jax just looked at him. “What? I thought about being a counselor for some time. Wanted to help kids. But I have a passion for music. So I help others through that.”
“I want you to make use of the ship’s counselor while you are still here.”
“I want you to go to see a doctor.”
“Knowing my crew one is on the way.” Jax replied just as the doors to the shuttlebay opened and a medical team and the ship’s XO came rushing in. “See told you” The medics fussed over him, closing lacerations and giving him a potent antibiotic to ward off any lingering microbes that would cause an infection. They forced him to lay down on the stretcher, even though he protested his ability to walk, and that it would not be good for the crew to see the captain of the ship laid out. Before they carted him off to sickbay, He summoned his exec. “Xo, put the corpse in the runabout release it into space, then destroy it. Make sure you take a copy of the ship’s memory core first though. Knowing the pilot, I doubt anything will be there, but you never know.”
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12 hours later
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He’d been released to his quarters for a few days rest. Chris’ body had been dealt with. Clean up was done. The Apparition was enroute to E-4. One of the Drakes had sent him a request to meet there. In the mean time, he had recorded a simple message to be sent to two people. One was former secretary of Starfleet Xana ‘Bols’ Bonviva. “Threat to the little ones has been neutralized with extreme prejudice.” He sent the message and laid back in his bed to catch some much needed rest.
Captain Jaxsper Lawrence
Commanding Officer
USS Apparition
E: swiften@yahoo.com
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"ICH leidest weil Ich bin besser"
