14-3

Posted on May 26, 2014 @ 8:36pm by Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Edited on on Jun 05, 2014 @ 8:47am

Mission: The Tangled Webs We Weave
Location: Various
Tags: Maverick, Jax

“14-3”

Location: USS Apparition NCC-20401
Stardate: 21.40510
Scene: Bridge
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Jax looked at the 4 nacelled ship emerge from spacedock. He’d heard stories of the decks and corridors of the ship being haunted by the hundreds that had died the last time this particular Captain had gone out on an exploration mission with this ship. He knew the captain in a way, experience from the past, a faint memory and general sense of dislike, almost hatred, for the man deep within his memories.

His right hand itched to press the little button on his chair that would launch torpedos at the ship as it engaged impulse engines heading out of system. Instead he gripped the arm rest tightly, and ordered a course for Deep Space 4. He silently wished the crew of the DISCOVERY well, hoping that history wouldn’t repeat itself.

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Starfleet Command - Earth
Admiral Heyting’s Office
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Adam Heyting looked at the orders on the screen he was about to issue. This would surprise people, but that wasn’t his problem. Ordering a ship to be overstocked on weapons ammunition and spare parts wasn’t standard operating procedure, especially during peace time, and especially when that starship was one of the most lethal vessel classes that had ever been developed. The dock master would just have to deal with it. He sent the orders to have the ship resupplied and moved to spacedock for departure within 12 hours. He had a bad feeling lately about the direction that command was taking. It was time to protect himself and those he felt were loyal, especially since this was just a hunch, and he had no evidence to base anything off of.

“Commander Robinson!” The aging admiral barked at his assistant. The man wore command red, but didn’t have a single leadership quality in his soul. Almost a mindless drone, being a administrative assistant was the best he would ever achieve.

“Yes sir”

“I am departing the system for an extended period of time. Admiral Halle has suggested we check out areas for future development of shipyards. Should take a month or two.”

“Should I alert the dock to have ALLIANCE prepped and ready?”

“That wont be necessary, I’ve taken care of the arrangements. You will remain here, and be my contact in office.”

“Aye sir.”

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Spacedock
6 hours later
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[[USS Nile, This is space-dock control, you are clear to approach USS Perdition, main shuttle bay. Automated landing sequence is online]]

“Acknowledged control.” The admiral let loose of the controls, and let the computer take over doing the landing. He could see a few officers on the deck waiting, and most likely wondering why the Admiral had moved them from the ALLIANCE, his standard ship of choice, to this war wagon.

As the hatch opened and he stepped out he was met by a young lieutenant whom he’d met a few times before, then when she was an Ensign, during the war. “Lieutenant Hall, good to see you again.”

“Admiral. All preparations are underway, dock master is stocking the extra supplies into the cargo hold as you requested. And we found a chef since replicators aren’t used on these ships.”

“Good. You all have duties, we launch as soon as we are loaded. Staff meeting in 2 hours.” They all scattered off to do their final preparations.

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USS Acreman NCC-1315
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“General, you have an incoming call from Admiral Heyting”

Mav stood from the center chair and crossed the bridge to the communications console. “I wonder if he wants his ship back. Put it through here.” One of the screens on the console blinked with the federation logo until the admiral’s face appeared. “Standing by Admiral, thought you loaned me this bucket for a year if needed.”

{{Not calling about that. Just letting you know I will be in your area tomorrow, and you need to rendezvous with us It will delay your search for a few days, but its necessary.}}

“As you wish Admiral, send us the coordinates, we will be there.”

Later, Mav was in his cabin, looking over correspondence from Russ. Finding him on that rock in that dive had been an extreme case of coincidence, but he was glad he was able to get him towards being back on track. The letter wasn’t long, but had some alarming information within it. He mentioned his assignment on the Discovery, a name which immediately brought up haunted images of blood stained walls, and screams of terror and pain and haunted looks from teenage boys. It wasn’t the ship itself that was the issue, but the Captain he mentioned.

From Maverick, B General Bret, USS Acreman
To BaShen, Lieutenant JG Russ, USS Discovery

I’m glad you are getting yourself squared away. We haven’t had many results with our search but I refuse to give up. Admiral Heyting will be here tomorrow, he says no, but I’m almost positive he is going to be taking his loan back for some reason. Why else would the CEO of Starfleet come all the way out here?

I saw in your letter that you are on the Discovery, going out on an extended exploration mission. Hopefully you are better armed and defended now than we were when we went out. As for your Captain, Michael Kane is a grade one asshole. Certified class 1 piece of shit. The fleet was all the better when he was drummed from the service. Who he got on his knees for to regain his command I would like to know. Ok not really. But please my friend, watch your 6, and keep your phaser on you at all times.

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1 day later
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[[USS Acreman, this is USS Perdition, request permission to come alongside]]

Mav looked at the warship on the forward screen. He had expected a Alliance class dreadnought, not a Line Frigate designed strictly for combat. Something was up. “permission granted, should we expect the admiral to pay a visit?”

[[Affirmative Acreman, prepare for arrival, 10 minutes]]

“Acknowledged, Transporter Room 1 is functional.”

Ten minutes later mav was in the transporter room, looking at the Admiral, and several engineers. “Whats going on Adam?” he asked, bewildered. All of this was unexpected.

“We brought you some new equipment. It will take a few days to adapt your existing technology to use what we brought you. My engineering teams will beam aboard shortly and begin installation.” He turned to the others in the room “Dismissed” They waited until the room was cleared before talking again.

“Ok Adam, what’s up.”

“Something is going on Bret. I don’t know what, but I take it you have heard about Michael Kane getting command of the Discovery? Well he is only one of several strange reassignments lately that don’t make sense. For instance, my own Aide, was just promoted to Captain, and given command of a scout. He doesn’t have the qualifications at all to do this. So I’m keeping those I trust close and doing what I can. We are going to re-arm this ship with modern weapons and install ablative armor.”


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NRPG: Lost my muse. So this is what you get
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Lieutenant JG Kyle Calhoun
Chief Engineer
USS Pendragon
E: swiften@yahoo.com

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"ICH leidest weil Ich bin besser"