USS Dark Fire (IC)

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora had changed back to her proper uniform. She was pretty proud of herself. She had not been noticed or seen, except for the bar owner, Donnor. And that character, knew how to keep his mouth shut. She had found someone to support the Commando One mission.

He was young and believed that weird “force” religion, but no one was perfect. Well, except herself.

Now, finding Commander Reeves was sometimes a problem. In his office, on the holodecks, the bridge, conducting other ship business? She, of course, could use the ship’s computer to locate him, but where was the fun in that? As she checked for him in his regular locations, she got a chance to see and be seen by the crew.

She noticed a different spirit and unity in the crew. They had purpose “saving the federation from the parasite”. She had been worried that all of them would think she and the command team had gone rogue. And there are some that probably still do, but it was not most of the crew. They were starting to trust her, and they continued to trust Commander Reeves. She just needed to keep making good decision and continue to earn their trust.

She walked over to the last holodeck and found him and Major K'alena talking. Both of them turned and looked at her approaching. The expression on their faces showed she had messed up somehow. She was not sure what she had done, but decided to tell them her good news first, before they scolded her.

“Found another member for our mission. Ryn Gaelston” she said with a smile.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1000

“Ryn?” The Major asked. “He’s a petaQ. Crazy in the head. Religious nut. Some Ferengi sold him some holocrystals on an old religion and Ryn fell for it like a fool with a Dabbo girl. Leave him and focus on the rest that have a chance.”

Looking between The Major and the Captain Reeves raised an eyebrow. “Your call Captain, but what makes you think this.. Ryn.. can do what needs to be done?”

"And Captain, next time you decide to go play in the red zone, call me. Makes my life easier. Oh, and I sent you a message stating pretty much the same." The Major added.​

 

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Hora

Hora thought of a quote she had heard “When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom”. The commander and Major had known about her sneaking around the red sector.

“Well, I have been humbled by your skill Major K'alena. I will listen to your message and abide by your request.” Hora told the Klingon. She turned to the XO.

“I’ll send you Ryn’s skills. He is good with cypher locks and central computers. You are not going to find many people that use those skills in real life on the ship’s crew. People like Ryn, that live in the shadows, use them daily. Ryn has the skills and since he is not in the brig, I think he is good at them. He has a good moral code too. Puts family first, then others. He does not use them for himself.

I just don’t know what kind of fighter he is. Uses one of those old fashion light sabers.” Hora explained.

“How is everything else going?” Hora asked

As Hora was talking, Lt Unvek walked by. The captain’s eyes glued on the sexy female Vulcan scientist who frankly was dressed a little too sexy. After she passed them, Hora asked “Wow, who was that?”

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[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1030​

“He uses a what?” Commander Reeves asked. “Aren’t those for old fools and their followers? We’ll run him through the holo program we have set up, see how far he gets.”

Watching the Captain’s gaze he replied. “Lieutenant. Unvek, science division. Astrophysics. Vulcan. … off limits. Technically. What I don’t know, I can’t complain about, Captain.” Reeves commented. “The less I know the better, just keep it … on the down low.”

“How crazy is the kid? Stable enough to hold it for the mission?” Reeves sighed looking at the kids' profile on a wall screen. “He’s not going to start screaming about some ancient mission or anything... right? We need to be quiet and stealthy. Not flash and rage.” He’d already spoken with Sol about the rage, this was a stealth mission. Not a run and gun.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Off limits” Hora acknowledged Commander Reeves assessment of the Vulcan science officer. Lt Unvek had a figure almost as good as her! She would have liked to make that pussy cum some many times, the Vulcan would be begging her to stop.

She needed to look among the civilian population, not crew members. She could do that later today.

“I can guarantee Ryn Gaelston will work out. I have a good feeling about him.” Hora replied.

Both Major K'alena and Commander Reeves looked unconvinced.

“Hey when have I been wrong about someone?” Hora said offended by their lack of faith in her ability to read people.

As if on que, the holodeck door opened and Lt Sol walked out carrying two anti-personnel phaser cannons and he was wearing a belt of phaser grenades. Everyone was looking at him puzzled as to why he was carrying such heavy weapons.

“We are not going in there, with pea-shooters. This is a run and gun mission. I want the teams skilled with these weapons” Lt Sol stated as a defense.

“Lt Sol!!” Hora gasped “Stick to your mission parameters! Quiet and stealthy”

“I’ll return these to the armory then” The dinosaur said with sadness “It would have been glorious!”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Lt. Sol we discussed this. Stealthy. We don’t want them knowing we’re even here until we control it. No big noises. Stealthy. Sneak attacks. This is what the training sessions are for.” Reeves said as a Call for the Captain hit the intercom.

“Captain could you come to Xenobiology please.”​

 

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Hora

“Duty calls” Hora said with glee. They really could have been much rougher on her. She was happy to be called away.

She strode purposefully into the Xenobiology lab. Science was her thing and she felt comfortable here. The room was a hive of scientific activity, with holographic displays showcasing diverse life forms from across the galaxy. The air was tinged with the faint hum of equipment, punctuated by the occasional beeping of sensors monitoring the exotic specimens housed within.

Ta Penu, the civilian resident xenobiologist, looked up from her workstation as the captain approached. "Captain," she greeted with a slight nod.

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Hora had never seen such a busty Kaminoan. She might be fun in bed, and she was a civilian. Her eyes then scanned the room, noting the intricate setup of containment fields and data consoles. "I was call down here. What have you discovered?"

Ta Penu activated a display, bringing up details of the communications from the lab.

“Captain, I believe you need to go lab 2A, over there.” Ta Penu pointed.

“Thank you” Hora said and walked over to the next lab.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1130

“Captain we have good news. Not great but good.” Dr. L’Sa said as she walked over to the captain. “The Silver alien is susceptible to extremely high sound pulses. Outside human hearing, but not other races. Vulcan can hear it, as can canine’s, feline species, and a few others. But 96 % of the base won’t hear a thing. The silver parasites will be forced from the host form and basically they turn into silver balls of writhing pain.”

“We can broadcast the frequency from Dark Fire and impact the entire star base at one hit. This will of course result in a number of immediate deaths as the parasites are ejected, unfortunately.”

“The Parasites won’t leave a host willingly, without killing them, so I’m not even sure it’s possible.”​

 

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Hora

“This is good news! I’ll have engineering design some hand-held weapons based upon your research.” Hora explained

“I sure hope you find a away to drive the parasite out without killing the person” Hora expressed. “but nevertheless, great job”

With a nod from Dr L’Sa, Hora walked out of the lab.

“Dark Fire, what is sex with Kaminoan like?” Hora asked think about the busty one she had just seen.

“After a disastrous end of an ice age on Kamino known as the Great Flood, Kaminoan society was pushed to the brink of extinction. Only through the development of a mastery over selective breeding, genetics, and cloning were the Kaminoans able to survive. Kaminoan’s basically don’t have sex anymore”

“oh, well scratch them off my list” Hora said in disappointment.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1200​

“I have compiled a listing of all persons aboard. That might be of an appropriate sexual relationship status . Non-ranked, Civilian, male and females.” Dark Fire informed her.

“Do you have any paramaters other than civilian and breathing?”

Based on the information she gave the ships ai the numbers adjusted. “Eight hundred and thirty-seven potential partners have been identified.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora was smiling to herself as Dark Fire listed all the possibilities on the ship. Dating had always been subjective. Biologicals selected mates either for fun or long-term relationships based upon feelings, logic and chemical reasons (pheromones and such). AI could make suggestions but for her, machines just seemed soulless. She understood that Dark Fire, by law, was a person. But the AI just did not randomly combine feelings, logic, and chemical reactions together in the same way as biologicals.

Sometimes AI could generate just the right ideas to guarantee panty-dropping or crotch unzipping without pheromones! That was because Dark Fire had a deeper understanding of the person she was interested in. In the end, however, she was just postponing the inevitable moment when she had to decide if they were a fit or not.

“Thanks, Dark Fire, that is enough for now.” Hora said to end the interaction. She headed back to the bridge.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1300​

Stepping onto the Bridge Reeves approached the Captain. “Captain, the teams are ready to go, all we need now is a Trojan horse.”

“Between you and me, I’m evaluating Lt. Sol’s performance for a promotion. I’d rather not say more until the mission is done.”

“I understand Dark Fire is attempting to play matchmaker…” He added with a raised eyebrow and a smile. “It may have been given a few parameters by me, to start with of course. Not absolutes.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Captain Hora frowned at Commander Reeves “You are responsible Dark Fire’s list? I appreciate the thought, but I’d like a more personal touch on a recommendation. However, at this point, I’ll figure it out myself.”

She turned to a computer display and brought up the local space traffic headed towards and aways from the space station.

“I agree with your thoughts on Lt Sol. Just don’t put him in charge. He’ll eat his team for lunch. Literally”

“As for a ship… how about the USS Beagle II, it is leaving the station for a planet survey, but we could damage an engine and it will return for repairs. It is a very small ship with almost no weapons”

“Oh wait!” Hora gasped as she saw a slow moving ship headed for the station. “I have the perfect choice. This Rigelian garbage scow NC-283. It will stop to pick up space garbage, our team can sneak on and catch a ride to the station.” Hora suggested

NC-283

The garbage scow slowly moved through space, its hull a patchwork of rust and grime. Once a proud vessel, it now served as a floating landfill, collecting refuse from various space stations and colonies. The crew, a ragtag group of misfits, had grown accustomed to the stench and the constant hum of the ship's aging systems.

Captain Gek Groen, was a grizzled veteran with a perpetual scowl on his face. He was a Gran. A peaceful race of humanoids with a cattle-like appearance and three eyes. Their cattle-like appearance extends into their physiology, as they have 2 stomachs and digested their food very slowly. They also chewed their food slowly, making sure to savor the flavor of the food carefully and extensively.

Their three eyes allowed them to see more colors than many of the other beings, include infrared, but it also allowed them to sense the emotions of other beings by sensing the differences in body heat and skin color.

Right now, he sensed his first mate was in the mood for some fun. “Why don’t you suck on my cock” He suggested. Meme Getholek, a female human was the first mate.

“Here on the bridge?” She asked just a little bit nervous.

“Yes” He answered

She got on her knees and unhooked his belt, opened his trousers and pulled out his semi-hard cock. She was might not be able to solve all the galaxy’s problems, but getting a semi-hard dick to full rigidity isn't one she had difficulty with.

It only took a couple of strokes before she bent her head forward, opened her mouth, and she was sucking on the head of his big cock. The cock twitched a little as her tongue licked around the shaft. She savored the taste. Gran had tasty cocks!

Her head bobbed as she felt a good set of shivers move up Captain Groen spine. Her mouth giving him a lip bath like no other.

"Geez that's good Meme," The man moaned.

She alternated stroking his cock from the base with a series of licks and sucks on the tip. The captain always loved the dual attention she gave him, his groans and gasps became more urgent. The man loved having his cock sucked, and doing it where they were merely added more excitement to the naughty act.

The door to the bridge opened and Meme tried to get off his cock. But the captain securely held her mouth in place with his meaty hands.

"Oh, I'm cumming," grunted Groen, as he fired a hearty, tasty load of sticky juice into Meme’s waiting mouth. She swallowed what she could but still couldn't contain his entire load

On the dimly lit bridge the captain asked the man.

“What is it?”

"We've got a serious problem," the crew member said. "Rats”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1330​

“Actually, Dark Fire asked me for the assistance, I told it civilian, biologically compatible, and alive. The rest it built on its own.”

“The scow looks like a good choice. Their scanners will never see us in Cloak, we can teleport the team to the hull and let them go from there.”

The scow was almost as old as the first voyages, but at least it had a warp four drive and fuel. They were no more than an hour from the Starbase at current speed, so it was a perfect ship.

“All teams, report to transporter rooms. Prepare to play cockroach.”​

 

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USS Dark Fire

“I was thinking a fighter wing, cloaked, warp capable, shuttle is better way to place the teams on the garbage scow. That way when Dark Fire swoops in, we can have our shields up. And I know just the right pilot for your shuttle!” She giggled. “Now get going Commander Reeves… or you’ll miss your ride”

The teams assembled in the shuttle bay. The fighter wing shuttle could hold 20 people with each team having three members, all of the teams could fit into the single shuttle.

LTJG Shino "Tiger" Mc’Leo walked over to the shuttle and saw Commander Reeves. He saluted

“Commander, I’m gonna roll in low-key from 2 degrees off the back of the Scow. Totally stealth mode, dude! We’re using the flash transporters, so all the teams will be set, in 30 seconds. Got any other questions, bro? I mean, Commander?” Mc’Leo asked

NC-283

Captain Groen zipped up his suite.

“Rats?” He asked

“Yes, they are jeopardizing our mission. The extra weight… and the federation rules about killing sentient life. We need to get rid of them, and fast." The man explained

The captain and the now standing first mate exchanged uneasy glances. They had faced many challenges, but a rat infestation was a new kind of threat.

“We could rig up some traps?” Meme suggested

“Too many and it would take too long.” The captain replied. “I know a better idea.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1400

Looking the shuttle over he glanced at McLeo, “It’s big enough and will work well, as long as you stick to the plan. No fancy moves to impress anyone. Straight it, straight out. No spiral’s, dance moves or bull shit.”

“I know you’re a great pilot, prove it by following the plan.”

****

Stardate 29870523.1500

Watching as the teams were placed on the hull of the scow Reeves and his went last. Time for hell. AS soon as he was in space his boots and hands locked onto the hull of the ship as he watched his team materialize and lock onto the hull.

All good so far.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

LTJG Shino "Tiger" Mc’Leo

Shino took the shuttle straight in as requested. He was even able to hold the course in the propulsion wash from the garbage scow. It was trick flying so close, but nothing Shino could not accomplish.

“Waves are prefect. Let’s ride them!” He called back to the teams. They started the flash transports and quickly placed all the team on the rust hull of garbage scow.

The scow exterior hull had all sorts of nooks and crack to hide. It was important that the team not be detected by any means, and that include visual. Team found good place in the shadows to hide so they would remain undetected.

“USS Dark Fire, everyone’s riding the wave” LTJG Mc’Leo reported. USS Dark Fire started their attack run.

NC-283

The atmosphere on the scow’s bridge grew tense. Meme had an idea of what the captain was thinking.

“You plan to vent them into space?” She asked

“Our hatch control software might have a glitch” Captain Groen suggested

“You’d better hope the federation does not catch you” Meme commented.

“They won’t” Captain Groen said with confidence and pressed the button to open the hatches. All four garbage bays hatches opened rapidly, venting the air and a few rats into space. Unfortunate, team 3 and 4 had placed themselves on two of the hatches. Suddenly they too were hurled into space, their magnetic boot on strong enough to keep them on the hatches.

LTJG Shino "Tiger" Mc’Leo

Shino was slowly pulling away from the scow, when is saw the hatches open.

“Wipe out, so uncool” He exclaimed “Computer, activate transporters, pick up team 3 and 4”

USS Dark Fire

“Captain Jo’vak, we are going to capture a garbage scow. That should get the space station’s attention.” Hora report to the Klingon in charge of the bloackade.

“Decloak and chase that garbage scow. Scare them good. Lock phasers on their engines” Hora ordered the helm man.

USS Dark Fire came screaming in on the garbage scow.

NC-283

“CAPTAIN A FEDERATION WARSHIP JUST DECLOAKED!! THEY ARE LOCKING THEIR PHASER ON US” Meme screamed in terror

“WHAT??” Captain Groen moo’ed in fear. “FULL SPEED AHEAD”

“They are right behind us and gaining. WHAT DO WE DO?” Meme gasped

Captain Groen pushed another button, suddenly all the garbage containment field were turned off. Garbage poured out of the ship.

USS Dark Fire

“They are dumping garbage on us?” The helm man reported.

“Fire phasers” Hora ordered. The forward phasers fired into the garbage, burning some of it up. But the phasers did not reach NC-283 engines there was just too much garbage in the way.

“Captain, phasers ineffective. Shall I adjust course out of this garbage stream?” The helm man asked.

“No” Hora ordered “Fire again”

Dark Fire’s phasers burned up more garbage. By this time, Deep Star 9 defensive systems started to fire at them.

“Retreat” Hora ordered “to outside their defensive weapons”

“Captain Jo’vak is hailing us” The commo said

“Put him through” Hora ordered

“What happened? You could disable a garbage scow?” The Klingon asked

“Some shit got in our way” Hora reported.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1530​

Reeves counted flashes of light as the other teams were picked back up. Two teams. Two teams to do the work of eight.

But they hadn’t had room for eight, so it had been four. Now two. Could it be done? Yes, but it meant a lot more stealth and hiding.

As soon as the scow was through the force field and inside the docking ring they pushed off hard, becoming small missiles.

Using ships for cover they crossed the bay as the scow was inspected. Passing through a distant airlock they started to move.​

 

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Lt Sol

“Stealthy” Zosh whispered to himself as he pushed off following Commander Reeves. He had looked up the word. It meant cautious, unobtrusive, and secretive way of moving or proceeding intended to avoid detection. He preferred fighting someone head on and beating them into a bloody pulp.

He understood the need for stealth. The space station was massive. Too many people to fight. But that did not mean he like it. The commander made a prefect landing in front of him. Zosh focused on making a prefect landing too. He landed right behind the commander, his powerful legs absorbing the impact forces. Then he felt Ensign Cook “land” behind him. It was a little more like a crash than a landing. She kind of just plowed right into him. Lucky for him and the mission. He remained standing and she did not make too much noise.

In front of them was a panel. Commander Reeves pointed to Zosh and then the panel.

Zosh grabbed the panel and bent it up and back as if the strong metal was made of lead. The three entered the small conduit. Zosh bent the panel back into place. They were inside the space station’s power conduit access crawlway. Under them was one of the power channels used to route the station's energy.

They crawled along it for a while reaching a power junction.

Ensign Cook pulled out a small sensor. She scanned the junction. “Commander, if we cut the junction here, they can’t reroute the power to the forward shield unit. I can set a remote-control explosive if you want” She asked Commander Reeves

Explosives! Zosh had a backpack full of them. He had also brought a few other toys, just in case they got into a fire fight.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1600​

Looking over the schematics, Reeves nodded. “Do it.” He could hear the other squad of the comm having a small issue with a panel before they got it open and set their charges as well.

His team was on point and a head of schedule so that was good, they’d prime each major point like this one as they came to them.

They’d stay in the conduit accessway as long as they could, and then ditch the suits and do the rest as standard crewman. No one should suspect a thing, unless shit hit the fan.​

 

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Ensign Cook

As Ensign Cook took off her space suite, she reflected on how her USS Dark Fire assignment had not been what she expected. She knew it could not be as boring as on the observation station. But she had thought a science vessel would be more exciting than this huge warship. Boy was she wrong. She solved a murder, kissed an Onion, was attacked by an alien, and was now on a daring mission.

With her uniform on she dropped down to the passageway joining Commander Reeves. Her eyes checking every shadow to see if someone was watching them or a potential threat.

Lt Sol

Lt Sol was the last one in the passageway. He barely fit through the small opening.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked Commander Reeves. “I don’t think there are too many Lamia-Croco on this station”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1700​

“No there aren’t, but this is a 500K personnel base. No one knows everyone.” Reeves replied. “Just stick with us, and don’t start any fights. Or arguments.”

“If someone does bump into you, ignore it. It’s not an attack or an attempt to start a fight.”

Moving out they quickly made their way to the next junction relay taking back hallways and double tracking to make it appear a random walk through the station. Reeves had even gone so far as to reduce his collar pips to Lieutenant to avoid identification.

They walked with purpose, so people didn’t try and stop them to have a chat but not rushed.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ensign Cook

Commander Reeves’ team reached a spilt in the passageway.

“Sir, this way leads to the main computer. That way, to power generation station 2. Which way shall we go?” Ensign Cook asked.

Conor Maxwell, Ryn Gaelston, Brooke King (Team 2)

Conor was in charge of team 2. They had set charges in several of the power junctions. Now they were moving towards one of the main weapon batteries. He did not know much about the other two members of his team. He had asked Brooke, the short redhead how she was selected. The feist young petty officer told him, she had hurt Lt Sol in the duel. “Hurt him?” Conor asked. “Smashed my boot down on his little toe.” She said with some pride. When he asked Ryn, how he was selected, all the young man said “The Captain picked me”. That had him pretty worried. The captain was an Orion… all sorts of unfavorable thoughts went through his head. But so far Ryn had followed orders and knew how to handle himself.

They reached a locked door.

“Crap” Conor exclaimed. They would need to figure out another way around.

“I can open it” Ryn said with confidence

“Alright” He agreed after a few seconds. The young man walked over and pulled out a small device. He flipped it on and a second later the door opened. They ducked inside.

“Brooke, stay here and tell us if anyone is headed our way” Conor ordered the short redheaded woman.

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Conor and Ryn moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of this storage area of space station.

“How did you do that?” Conor asked about opening the door.

“I hacked the door’s maintenance override feature” Ryn explained.

“You are a thief?” Conor asked rather bluntly.

“Yes” Ryn replied.

“You know, on USS Dark Fire, I’d haul your ass to the brig” Conor said

“Luckily, we are not on USS Dark Fire” Ryn said rather cooly.

“I’m glad you are on this team” Conor added with a smile. That seemed to work. They had formed an uneasy alliance, driven by a common goal. Take down the parasite that was threatening the federation.

As they approached a more heavily secured door. Conor took out his tricorder which beeped softly as he scanned the door.

"This is it," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "The readings indicate high levels of explosive materials behind this door. Can you open this door?"

Ryn nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, pulling out his light saber. Then he sliced at the doors holding bolts. Within moments, the door slid open, revealing a room filled with photon torpedoes and other weapons, ready to load into the launcher in the room above them.

Conor's heart raced as he scanned the room.

"Now to gum up the works.” He said taking out a few small thermal charges. He placed them on the weapon feeding and loading devices.

“Good work. Now let's get out of here” Conor said to Ryn.

“Team one, this is team two. Weapon station 8B set” Conor replied. They met up with petty officer King. When the door opened, there were two security personnel with phasers out pointed at them.

“Drop your weapons” One of the security people said.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870523.1700​

“You go that way to power generation station 2, I’ll take the main computer. Move quickly and meet with me after your done.”

Heading out he slipped thru the crowds and walked into the main computer with more ease than he expected. Dropping the solo guard inside with a nerve pinch he dragged him to a safe place before planting his charges.

As he was placing the third charge a second guard walked up on him. Without waiting Reeves swept the man’s legs out from under him before punching him hard in the jaw. As the guard was still reeling he got a pinch to the neck and finally lapsed into unconsciousness.

Dragging guard number two to slep with the first, Reeves turned and set a couple more charges.​

 

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Hora

Captain Hora paced the bridge of the USS Dark Fire, her brow furrowed with concern. The viewscreen displayed Deep Star 9. She had two team over there, one led by Commander Reeves. They had been out of contact for over two hours, and the silence was gnawing at her.

"Any word from the away team?" Hora asked the Commo, her voice tense.

Lieutenant Harris, manning the communications console, shook his head. "No, sir. Nothing."

Hora clenched her fists, her mind raced through the possibilities. She trusted the teams, but a hundred things could go wrong. "Keep me posted if you hear anything”

It was the fourth time she had given him that order. The bridge team continued worked at their station diligently. But the captain's obvious anxiety was starting to affect them. The seconds stretched into minutes, each one amplifying the captain's worry. She glanced at the tactical display, noting the blockade ship patrols. She knew her worry was not helping the bridge team.

“Bridge team, sorry, I’m just worried about our teams.” she told everyone and took a seat at her command chair.

"Captain, if they were in trouble, we’d be getting a message from the parasite." Harris reasoned.

That comment actual made Hora feel better. Lt Harris was right. She noted it. Maybe she could give him a big sexual reward after all this. If she could figure out a way, Commander Reeves did not find out! Oh, wait the human thing to do was give him a commendation. BORING. She liked the Orion way better.

“Based upon your theory Lt Harris they might be getting close to completing. Hail Captain Jo’vak time to get the fleet ready. Oh, and make sure our extraction methods are ready. I want those team out of there as soon as they request it" Hora ordered

Conor Maxwell, Ryn Gaelston, Brooke King (Team 2)

“What?” Conor said acting stupid to the security team.

Ryn’s face showed he was concentrating very hard. Then he said

“We are not the people you are looking for. They are further down the passageway.”

The security team looked at each other and the leader said “Never mind, you are not the people we are looking for. I think they are further down the passageway”

And suddenly the security team pushed past them and went down the passageway.

Conor had NO IDEA what just happened. But they needed to take advantage of it.

“Quick, let’s go.” Conor ordered as his team quickly departed the area. “As soon as they find that damaged door… we are in deep shit” he told Ryn and Brooke.

Zosh and Riley

Both entered the main computer room. They did not see anyone.

“Commander?” Riley said in a loud whisper.