USS Dark Fire (IC)

[milkmaiden38]

Hora​

They tried again to hail the damaged vessel, but silence answered back. The shuttle pilot maneuvered carefully, finding a docking port that still registered as functional. With steady precision, he aligned the shuttle’s hatch with the ship’s battered airlock. A shimmering force-field barrier flickered into place as the shuttle door hissed open.

Hora crouched by the alien hatch, studying the unfamiliar mechanism. Buttons, knobs, and panels stared back at her like a puzzle designed to frustrate. She frowned.“Dark Fire, any ideas?” she asked.“Push the three red buttons,” Dark Fire replied without hesitation.

Hora pressed them, and with a grinding shudder, the hatch unlocked.

Before she could react, Lt. Jovovich shoved past her, phaser drawn, his stance rigid and ready for combat. He stepped onto the alien ship, scanning for threats. None came.

The corridor beyond was chaos. Panels lay shattered, wires dangled like vines from the ceiling, and sparks spat from ruptured conduits. The lights flickered in uneven bursts, painting the passageway in stuttering shadows. It looked as though a bomb had torn through the ship’s heart.

“Lieutenant,” Hora said firmly, her voice cutting through the crackle of electricity. “Thank you for the cover, but holster your weapon. We’re rescuers, not invaders.”

She moved forward, boots crunching over debris, until her eyes caught movement—a figure pinned beneath a twisted metal grating. The alien’s form was unmistakable: amphibian features, four arms, two legs, and a long, muscular tail. It looked like the bartender they’d met before.

“LCDR McLeo said this species is called the Hiikii,” Hora reminded the team. “And whatever you do, don’t wave at them—it’s considered offensive.”

She knelt beside the trapped alien. “Help me lift this off… him or her,” she ordered Jovovich. Together, they strained against the weight until the grating clattered aside.

Hora leaned close, speaking slowly, trusting the universal translator to bridge the gap. “We’re here to help. We heard your distress call.”

The Hiikii’s throat vibrated with a weak croak. “We… were attacked…” it rasped, before collapsing into unconsciousness.

Hora’s hand flew to her comm badge. “Commander Reeves,” she said urgently, “the damage isn’t an accident. This ship was attacked.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2105

Reeves:

“Somebody tap into the ships computer system and get me a blueprint of that ship overlayed with the position of our people and any lifesigns.”

“I also want to know who or what attacked them. Including energy signatures of weapons and engines. Helm, look for any warp signatures. Tactical get me weapon signatures. And get rready to lock on targets on y Command.”

“Dark Fire, Condition Yellow. All hands begin making you way to designated safe zones.”

“Major K’alena prepare for hostile boarding parties.”

“All hands we are at condition YELLOW.”

Across the ship civilians began locking down stations and experiments, as security started teleporting to key locations. MACO’s began gearing up and heading for airlocks, and hanger bays. For them anything not condition Green was always time for battle.

“Captain we are now at Condition Yellow. All space is clear. Scanning at maximum range.”​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Xiana, who had originally been lost on what a Code Yellow meant, now paced anxiously in her quarters’ living room portion, the bartender watching her, relaxed. She had impulsively brought her back with her. The last thing she wanted was to be by herself.

“Calm down,” Tala insisted, her eyes blinking quickly. She doubted she’d ever grow accustomed to the bright lighting of the more decent sections of the ship. Other than her tired eyes, she appeared to be fine, more worried about being seen by people of Xiana’s professional caliber than imminent danger. “It’s just a precaution. Things like that happen all the time.”

Xiana was inclined to believe they weren’t in grave danger but found it difficult with it being her first time. Still, she could only help by not getting in their defenses’ way. It was torture for her. “I just wish I could do something to assist.”

“They have trained soldiers for that. They’ll need you when they need you,” the brunette continued, mainly to get the other woman to stop worrying. It was contagious. “For now we just stay here. That’s enough.”

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

It wasn’t, however, enough for Araiza, who had been completing one of his previous projects and was now hurrying to find the major with a heavy bowl between his arms.

He squeezed through militants and ignored comments on his prohibition on the location. Araiza could deal with consequences later, both from being near dire areas without authorization and for developing creations without permission.

Out of breath, he finally found K’alena, interrupting the woman. “K’ale—Major—Whatever. Get these distributed to everyone,” he spoke quickly, catching his breath as he opened the box. Inside were hundreds of the same Halo rings he had presented some time ago, with some refinements on their location and vital abilities. He doubted he had enough for them all, not that they were ever ordered en masse, but he knew they could be helpful. “We can personalize them later, but they’re all set for emergency assistance and for tracking. I have them powered up and running in case they go offline, worst comes to worst.” Among other things that he didn’t have the time to explain. “Just in case.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora pressed her comms badge, her voice urgent.“Ensign Cook… I want this ship combat-ready—and I want it fast. Weapons first. Get them online.”

“Aye, Aye, Captain,” Cook replied without hesitation. Her team had already entered the main engineering deck, where they’d found several HiiKii survivors struggling to restore power. The situation could have turned hostile, but Riley had quickly won their trust—handing over her phaser as a gesture of good faith. From that moment, the two crews worked side by side, necessity forging an uneasy alliance.

Riley knew the truth of engineering: ninety percent of repairs came down to power. Fortunately, she had prepared for this. Two portable photon reactors sat secured in her shuttle, humming with power. Her team finished calibrating the output, hands moving with practiced precision, and prepared to bring them online.

“Themu,” Riley said to her HiiKii counterpart—a wiry male, smaller than the towering females of his species. “We’re ready. Tell your captain we’re restoring power.”

Themu croaked into the comms panel, his voice echoing through the chamber.“Captain, stand by for power restoration.”

Riley gave the signal. The generators roared to life, and the chamber was bathed in sudden light. Consoles flickered, screens blinked awake, and the ship’s self-healing systems began their quiet, methodical work. A cheer rose from the HiiKii, relief breaking through their reptilian croaks.

“Our captain,” Cook told Themu firmly. “wants weapons as the next priority.”

Themu’s eyes widened. “Weapons? But propulsion—our orbit is decaying!”

“Tractor beams from my ship will stabilize you,” Riley countered. “Weapons first. If another attack comes, we won’t survive without them.”

Themu blinked, incredulous. “Your ship? That shuttlecraft?”

Riley stepped closer, her tone firm. “Trust me. Where are your weapons, and what do we need to do to bring them back online?”

Themu muttered under his breath, a guttural grumble. “Females… doesn’t matter the species. Always bossy.” He jabbed a claw toward a scorched console. “Weapon panel’s fried. Fix that, and you’ll have your guns.”

Riley’s lips curled into a determined smile. “Then let’s get to work.”

Side by side, human and HiiKii hurried toward the shattered panel, two crews one mission.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2110

Dark Fire:

Aboard the Dark Fire pilots were entering cockpits, Defensive Cannons were powered up and ready and heavy bombardment systems were primed.

And the best part was the Dark Fire was still cloaked. So anybody coming back for the kill on that ship would get a major surprise.

Tractor beams constantly adjust power flow keeping the damaged ship stable with the Dark Fire’s tactical orientation.

“Commander, The Alien ship has powered up. Seventy-two percent and rising. Weapons and propulsion are off line. Life support rising.” One of the Tactical Officer’s called out.

“Commander,” Dark Fire said as it generated Holo image next to him. “My analysis of the Alien ship indicates it has suffered extensive weapons and Propulsion damage. Threat analysis would suggest that the ship was disabled for take over by another ship. Possible a Guerrilla attack followed by a harvester ship.”

“I am detecting unusual energy reading’s I’ve never experienced before, but they are on level for a Worm Hole.”

“Dark Fire notify the Captain. Maintain Yellow Alert. Ensure Tactical teams are at the following locations...”

***

Tapping the control to the Counselor’s quarters was far more polite than simply beaming in. But the ship said she was in there, not her office, and she wasn’t alone. But he had his orders, from the Major, so the Gunnery Sergeant was here. One of the HALO devices on his arm.

***

Straightening up Yito rolled her neck before getting the update from Dark Fire on the ships alert status.

***

Kavela held the weapon in her hands as she left her quarters, her body suit flickering as she vanished from sight.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

The sound of someone intending to enter caught the women’s attention. Tala was more reactive, quickly rising and telling the other woman she would be in her bedroom.

Right after the entry closed behind Tala, Xiana was at the front, confused when she saw the man standing before her.

“Sergeant, what is happening?” she asked, hoping for a decent explanation of both the cause of their alert and his appearance at her home.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
“Copy,” Hora replied crisply after Dark Fire finished relaying the latest status/intelligence.

She turned to Lt. Jovovich, her tone clipped but calm. “Stand behind me—and don’t do anything threatening. That includes waving, or flashing that smug little sexy smirk you’re so fond of.”

“I’m harmless,” Jovovich said, lips curling into the very smirk she’d warned against. He knew it was sexy and that was precisely why he used it.

Hora’s eyes narrowed. “That smirk. The one on your face right now. Lose it.”

With a reluctant sigh, Jovovich straightened, his expression settling into neutrality.

The massive doors to the alien bridge slid open with a hiss. Hora had only a heartbeat to project her peaceful intent before the HiiKii security teams would riddle her body with kinetic fire. She chose humor as her approach.

“I heard someone needed a hand—or maybe four?” she quipped, stepping boldly onto the bridge.

Silence. No laughter, no reaction. Jovovich leaned in, whispering under his breath, “If we both die, I’m blaming you.”

At the center of the bridge stood Captain Tygo, towering and formidable, her four arms each gripping a blaster aimed squarely at the intruders. Her unblinking stare stretched into a long, tense moment—then, suddenly, she burst into booming laughter. With a flourish, she twirled her blasters and holstered them at her waist.

“No one hostile would dare make such a joke,” Tygo declared to her crew. She turned back to Hora, her grin sharp. “Yes, we need assistance. But explain yourself. Who are you? What species? And why risk helping us?”

Hora matched her smile with one of quiet confidence. “I am Captain Hora, commander of the vessel that answered your distress call. We are travelers from far beyond your region of space. I am Orion. My security officer is Human—Lt. Jovovich.” She gestured toward him. “Our ship has locked a tractor beam onto yours to stabilize your orbit. Medical and engineering teams are already assisting your crew. One of our shuttles is supplying power through portal generators.”

The HiiKii officers exchanged approving nods. Tygo inclined her head. “I am Captain Tygo of the HiiKii. Your aid is… unexpected, but welcome. We felt the pull of your tractor beam, yet your ship remains unseen.”

Hora’s voice softened, but carried authority. “Our vessel is cloaked. Sensors indicated you were attacked, so we remain hidden to preserve a tactical advantage should your enemies return.”

Tygo’s expression darkened. “They will return. They will board this ship and slaughter us all. Tell me—does your vessel carry weapons?”

Hora hesitated, then answered with measured honesty. “We have weapons, yes. My first officer will defend your ship. But our preference is peace. If there is a way to resolve this conflict without bloodshed, we want to pursue it. Do you have any ideas?”

Tygo’s grim smile revealed no hope. “None. You may wish to avoid new enemies, Captain Hora—but these attackers are already yours.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2115

MacPherson:​

Standing there he looked at the Counselor. “Doctor, The Major assigned me to make sure you stay safe.” Gesturing to Araiza’s Halo device he shrugged. “I’ve never used it before, but the major handed it to me.”

“As for the ships Yellow Status, we aren’t under attack yet. Just preparing in case it comes to that. If you have any experiments on going you should secure them. The same with any animal companion’s.”

“According to the Major, the alien ship we’re assisting was attacked, and the hostiles may be returning.” Walking over to the replicator he stuck his hand on the sensor pad and ordered up two Hand Phasers. “You have been practicing, yes?” He asked holding the phasers out to the two ladies.

***

Dark Fire:​

“Commander, data analysis indicates an attack pattern and energy signature used by a species called Nietzscheans. They claim to be physically perfect and are distinguished by bone blades protruding outwards from the wrist area and their physical appearance. The society is based around a structure called Prides. But further information is limited. They are territorial, argumentative, hostile, and prefer hand to hand combat.”

Commander Reeves:​

“Captain, Enemies are potentially called Nietzscheans based on weapon energy signatures. Ranged weapons are for disabling a target. They use hand to hand for the kill. And be careful, just in case one’s lurking around on the ship.”

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

The counselor recognized the item, having handled one of its initial models on her first adventure outside the ship. “I know how to operate it,” she assured, leaving the man in the living room in search of her own device and to make sure Scuti was alright.

Tala’s curiosity got the best of her, especially after eavesdropping. Figuring the last thing anyone on board would ask was her whereabouts outside the Red Section, she walked slowly towards the sergeant, arms crossed, trying to decide what to make of the man.

Xiana returned to her friend’s side; the early version of the HALO slipped onto her finger. The two women listened to the rest of MacPherson’s words, Xiana noticeably more fearful at the possibility of danger. She had been doing her best to grow accustomed to such situations and be better prepared for them, but she likely would never be able to shake off that initial worry that manifested in her body language.

Tala, however, was used to a threat or two. She looked down at the phaser, first with the inclination to criticize the man for offering a weapon to a barkeeper, then surprise when she saw Xiana take hers confidently. “You know how to use that thing?”

“I’ve brushed up,” she mumbled. If the valleys under her eyes weren’t enough of an indicator, she might go on about how she was squeezing time in between sessions to be better. Whether it was linguistics, martial arts, or perfecting aim, she was set on being more of an asset.

Still, nothing could be perfect in just a few weeks. She just hoped she knew enough if it came to it.

“What about the others? How are they?”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“Understood,” Hora replied crisply to Commander Reeves’ status update.“I’ve made contact with the HiiKii captain—Tygo. She warns the Nietzscheans will return. If we’re fortunate, Ensign Cook may restore a few of their weapons systems, primarily the gun arrays. Propulsion and shields will take longer. I haven’t received word from the medical team yet, but I assume they’re assisting where possible.”

Captain Tygo cut in sharply, her voice urgent.“Tell your medical team to treat our fallen as though they still live. The HiiKii possess unique regenerative abilities… some may yet be revived, if their bodies are not mishandled.”

Hora inclined her head. “Thank you. I’ll inform my teams immediately.”

She turned back to Reeves. “Commander, if the Nietzscheans arrive, remain cloaked. I may be able to dissuade them from attacking. The less they know about the Dark Fire’s size and capabilities, the better.”

Even as the words left her lips, the Dark Fire’s sensors screamed. Energy readings spiked, and space itself tore open. From the rift emerged a black vessel, its shields flaring, weapons hot. The silhouette was unmistakable—a Nietzschean destroyer, bearing down on the crippled HiiKii science ship.

Hora cursed under her breath. “Damn it… we’re out of time.” She turned to Tygo, urgency flashing in her eyes.“Can you stall them? Just long enough for me to negotiate?”

Tygo straightened, her voice carrying across the comms.“Nietzschean vessel, I have been aided by the Orions. Their captain wishes to speak with you.”

The Dark Fire broke in, alarmed.“They’re locking weapons—targeting the shuttle carrying the portable generators!”

“Crap!” Hora and Tygo exclaimed in unison.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2120

MacPherson:

“Which Others?” He asked. “I know the Captain and a team went to the alien ship to help out. Commander Reeves is on the bridge”

“The team had some medical, probably a xenobiologist. Some Engineers and some security just in case things went sideways. But I didn’t get specifics, though I’m sure Dark Fire can access the information.”

“Just remember to aim at hostiles. And everything else should be fine. But we shouldn’t be attacked, and if we are, Any attacking force will have a lot to get through to get here.”

***

Dr. L’Sa and her teams moved as quickly as they could assessing critical from not critical injuries and setting up a triage station in the hallway outside the HiiKii infirmary, which consisted of a single bed and very sparse medical supplies.

Some didn’t make it that far, dead where they lay, or not injured enough to require more than basic medical care.

***

As soon as the Nietzschean vessel transitioned into real space, the Command Crew was calling out information and a tactical display showed Reeves the relative positions off all the vessels.

“Target their weapons. If they fire, disable them. But they fire first. Extend shields and pull them the allies closer to us.”

“Battle Stations Everyone. Fighters prepare to launch. Defensive Batteries prepare for hostile vessels. All weapons lock on Nietzschean Ship. Fire only if they do.”

As the Dark Fire pulled the shuttle and the HiiKii ship closer, it’s shielding and position forced the Nietzschean ship to lose it’s lock, and visual.

“Captain, I recommend evacuation of the HiiKii vessel.”

***

Grabbing a weapon from the nearest weapons locker Yito headed for main engineering.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Just when she began to settle in her nervousness, a possible risk crossed her mind at the mention of xenobiology. Particularly who might be involved.

“Hold on, I need to get in contact with someone. On my own,” Xiana explained quickly, leaving to her bedroom without a follow-up. Tala turned to the man, holding the weapon loosely. “So… how bad does it hurt to get shot with this?”

In the other room, assured the others couldn’t overhear, the counselor asked Dark Fire for a direct line to the commander.

Xiana didn’t waste time. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’ll only take a second because I need reassurance,” she spoke rapidly. “Please tell me you didn’t let L’Sa out there knowing she might be carrying a child.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Nietzschean Destroyer​

Captain Isca Luce was moments from giving the order to fire when the impossible happened—the HiiKii ship vanished.

“WHAT? Where did that ship go?” she barked, fury cutting through the silence of the bridge.

One of her officers scanned the displays, voice taut. “We’re still tracking fragments in the debris field… but the main vessel is gone.”

HiiKii Bridge
Tygo’s eyes widened. “What happened? Why didn’t they fire?”

Hora’s lips curled into a smile. “Commander Reeves happened. That clever human pulled us into his cloaking field. We’re hidden—for now. It will take the Nietzscheans time to realize where we are.”

Tygo exhaled, relief mixing with admiration. “I owe that human a hug.”

Hora imagined Reeves—grim, serious, and notoriously resistant to affection—trapped in her four massive blue arms. The thought almost made her laugh.

She tapped her comms link. “Dr. L’Sa, the HiiKii captain requests careful handling of the dead. Their kind… has the ability to regenerate after death.”

A new transmission crackled through: Commander Reeves. His voice was urgent, suggesting the evacuation of the HiiKii ship.

Hora frowned. “It would be safest. I believe he intends to use our transporters.”

Themu’s voice cut in, steady and resolute. “Captain Tygo, all gun systems are restored. The humans have rigged shielding for the portable power cores.”

Tygo straightened, defiance burning in her tone. “You can transport the wounded and your teams. But if my guns still fire, I’m not abandoning my ship.”

Hora’s eyes hardened. “Then I’m not leaving either. Commander, begin transporting the wounded and any crew who wish to go. But I stay.”

Nietzschean Destroyer​

Captain Luce’s patience snapped. “Calculate the HiiKii trajectory! Spread disruptor fire across that sector!”

The Nietzschean destroyer unleashed a storm of energy, disruptor beams lancing blindly into the void. The darkness of space lit up with violent arcs, tearing through the hidden region where the HiiKii ship might be.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2125

MacPherson:​

Looking at Tala the Bartender MacPherson shrugged. “Depends on the setting. Level One stings and will knock most humans down. Setting three is starting point for Klingons. Four for Gorn, and Angry Vulcans. Setting ten will Kill most biologicals, except Borg. Eleven will vaporize most Biological matter. Thirteen was used against the Silver Parasytes and didn’t slow them down.”

Reeves:​

“Sorry Doctor I’m a bit busy at the moment,” Reeves replied as the Nietzschean Destroyer lost it’s lock and visual on the HiiKii ship.

As soon as the Captain gave permission he had Transporter control start beaming out the dead, the wounded, and the Medical team. Except the Captain and her security detail. Not something he was happy with.

Disrupter beams splashed against the Dark Fire’s shielding, illuminating sporadic scintillating rainbows in space with no reason.

And then defensive guns opened fire, targeting the Nietzschean weapons. Heavier broadside weapons fired missiles at the Nietzschean engines. Launch tubes engaged as a flurry of fighters shot forth from the Dark Fire like a hornet nest when a nest is disturbed.

Across the Dark Fire strips of light that were normally green had turned yellow, but were now a deep red and flashing.

Yito:​

Walking into Engineering Yito took note of the MACO units and the Security teams. Moving to the Warp Core she took up station, watching the readings, and adjusting settings faster than any biological would adapt. Its why she was stationed here.

Reeves:​

“Mr. Ryn. Although unorthodox, I’d appreciate it if you came to the Bridge.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Nietzschean Destroyer​

In mere seconds, the Nietzschean warship was crippled. Explosions tore through its weapons arrays and propulsion systems, leaving the vessel drifting helplessly. The USS Dark Fire crew had even disabled its maneuvering thrusters, condemning the ship to a slow corkscrew like spin.

“Captain… weapons are offline. Propulsion is gone,” an officer reported, voice tight with disbelief.

Captain Isca Luce slammed a fist against the console. “What kind of enemy wields such power? Send everything we’ve learned to Central Command—they must know what we faced.”

HiiKii Research Ship​

Hora turned sharply to the HiiKii captain. “Captain Tygo… let’s try hailing them again.”

Tygo gave a grim nod. “Nietzschean vessel, the Orions request parley. Speak with us.”

The comm crackled, then erupted with a frenzied voice:“This is Captain Isca Luce. Your mercy betrays weakness. Your threats will be answered only with death!”

On the Dark Fire, alarms screamed. “Captain Hora, Commander Reeves—energy surge detected in the Nietzschean’s antimatter reactor. Probability of self-destruction: 96.7%. in Ten seconds!”

Hora’s voice thundered across the commlink. “ALL POWER TO SHIELDS!”

Tygo roared to her crew: “Target their reactor—FIRE!”

The HiiKii’s batteries unleashed a storm of fire. The ship shuddered as its guns ripped into the Nietzschean hull. A blinding flash followed—a secondary detonation—and then the Destroyer disintegrated in a cataclysmic burst, scattering fragments everywhere.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2130

Dark Fire Bridge:​

“Commander the Nietzschean ship is attempting to transmit a signal containing data on the conflict.”

“Jam that signal.” Reeves snapped.

“Compliance,” The Machine Spirit responded.

“All fighter craft break off attack, Assume pattern Delta.”

Listening in to the broadcast between the two ship, Reeves heard the information and was ordering full shields even as Captain Hora was ordering them.

Pulling power from nearly every system, including life support, for twenty seconds, The Dark Fire’s shields flared.

The fighter craft were already moving away from the Nietzschean ship when it detonated. Unfortunately several were caught in the blast, some were vaporized, others simply damaged. Only through skill did so many fighters escape unscathed.

Yito:​

Maintaining her station the Ensign continued monitoring the warp core. They weren’t at warp, but the core still output a massive amount of power that maintained the ship. As the Nietzschean ship detonated she shunted the incoming power back into the shield, Cloaking device, and life support. Earlier federation ships had tried to just take the brunt of the damage, whereas The Dark Fire had the ability to absorb and redirect the incoming energy where needed. As long as someone was monitoring the systems. She’d send a recommendation to automate this task for the future.

Not that she had any pressing duties or tasks that needed to be attended to.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ryn
Ryn reported to the bridge as ordered, but the battle was already over. The enemy ship had erupted into a silent bloom of fire and debris, scattered across the void. Commander Reeve was absorbed in research operations, his focus unbroken. So Ryn lingered at the back of the bridge, quiet and out of the way.

Two Hours Later

Captain Hora sat at a console, eyes fixed on the battle logs from the Nietzschean encounter. On paper, the engagement had been flawless: weapons neutralized, propulsion crippled. Victory should have been inevitable. Yet five pilots were dead. The numbers told a harsher truth.

Was it her arrogance? Or had the enemy’s madness simply outpaced her foresight?

She already knew the answer. Orion and Earth history alike were littered with suicidal charges, desperate gambits that defied logic. She should have anticipated Nietzschean recklessness. The weight of that failure pressed down until she buried her face in her hands, as if she could scrub away the guilt.

“Captain Hora, do you have a moment to review my findings?” Lt. Blumme’s hologram shimmered into existence, her voice cutting through the silence.

Hora straightened, forcing composure. “Go ahead, Lieutenant.”

“As you know, the HiiKii species possess extraordinary regenerative abilities. We’ve traced this to a crystalline structure embedded in their brain. It not only enables regrowth of nearly any body part, but also compresses and preserves memory. When tissue regenerates, the crystal reloads the stored memories into the new neural pathways. I believe this discovery could revolutionize medical treatments across Federation species.” Blumme’s tone carried a spark of excitement.

Hora’s stern expression softened, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Remarkable work. That could change everything. When will you be ready to install my crystal?” she teased, letting humor break the tension.

This—this was why they risked everything. The Federation, the USS Dark Fire, their mission was not conquest but discovery. For Hora, moments like this were reminders of the purpose behind the danger.

“Computer, hail Captain Tygo,” Hora ordered. Once the Captain answer "Captain, Commander Reeves and I would like to come visit."

Tygo’s voice came through, warm but distracted. “I might be elbow-deep in a power panel, but you’re always welcome aboard.”

Hora chuckled. “I’ll be over shortly, once I track down Commander Reeve. And don’t forget—you still owe him a hug.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2135

Dark Fire Bridge:​

Pausing in his orders Reeves rolled his neck and looked at Ryn. “Mr. Ryn,” He called gesturing to a point next to himself. “Please if you could. I’m not sure about your abilities or the extant and or range you have. But if possible, I’d like you to see if you can find any.. force.. people.. out there. Residue of the Hostile ship or the friendlies. Is that possible?”

“And just so I’m not asking more stupid questions, what are the extant and capabilities you have? Is there a range?”

Two Hours Later:​

Stardate 29870607.2235
Receiving the report from Dr. L’Sa he forwarded it to the Captain after reviewing it. He didn’t understand half of what the report said, and he hoped he was better than most at reading them.

He’d barely finished reading and sending that report when several others came to him from SecChief. EngChief, And the Major. But hers was more of a complaint that her ‘Warriors’ hadn’t been allowed to experience battle.

Maybe next time he’d hold off on the pilots and just shoot the MACO’s out the airlock so they could board the enemy ship in person and make some havoc. Would probably keep The Nietzscheans from self destructing if they had a good fight. It would certainly keep the Major happy.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Ryn (Two Hours Earlier)

“I’m not certain on range, Commander,” Ryn admitted, his tone unease. He extended his hand, fingers splayed, and closed his eyes. The air around him seemed to hum faintly as he reached out with his senses, probing for any trace of creatures wielding force abilities.

A minute passed in silence. Finally, he lowered his hand and shook his head.

“Nothing in space. At least within a few miles of Dark Fire, there’s no sign of any. But…” His brow furrowed. “The planet below radiates with force energy. It’s teeming with life — that’s most likely the source.”

Captain Hora

“Captain on the bridge!” an officer called as Hora strode in, her presence commanding as always.

“Not staying long,” Hora replied briskly, moving straight toward Commander Reeves. Her eyes flicked across the consoles, absorbing the flood of incoming reports. “Thanks for saving my ass earlier. Quick thinking with the cloaking — you probably kept us alive.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice just enough to cut through the noise of the bridge. “How are you holding up? Think you’ve got a few minutes to chat with our blue, four-armed amphibian friends — the HiiKii?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2240

Dark Fire Bridge:

Looking up as the Captain approached him he raised an eyebrow at her comment about not staying long.

“Using the Cloaking device and the shields was the most logical and expedient method of ensuring your survival, and maintaining our secrecy.”

“The Hostiles attempted to transmit a data packet containing details of the conflict, as short as it was. They were jammed so no transmission went out”

“Physical and psychological well being is normal. XenoChief has supplied a preliminary report which as been sent on to you as well. SecChief and EngChief have provided reports as well. The Major has sent her disapproval over the lack of action. My recommendation is that in the next conflict we hold back the fighter squadrons and eject the MACO at the next hostile ship via the airlocks. That may appease the Major.”

“But yes I have time for a meeting with the HiiKii. Are you aware that the name of their species sounds very much like a Human mating practice called a Hickey.”

“We’ll need more information on the Nietzscheans that is not in the HiiKii data base as well. Customs, philosophical ideology, social structure.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Back on the HiiKii Ship

"Nice joke about putting the Maco in the airlock!" Hora complimented Commander Reeves as they walked through the HiiKii ship.

She guided Commander Reeves onto the bridge. Captain Tygo sat poised in her command chair, scanning a cascade of reports projected across the console. At the sight of them, she rose with deliberate grace, her long tail curling slightly behind her as she moved to greet Reeves.

To Reeves, the captain was a striking copy of the bartender he had encountered earlier—same cerulean skin, same four arms and two legs, the same amphibian aura. Yet Tygo carried herself differently. She was broader, more imposing, her presence radiating authority rather than casual charm.

“Commander Reeves,” Tygo said warmly, her voice resonant, “I want to thank you for saving us.”

Before Reeves could respond, all four of her arms wrapped around him in a sudden embrace. The commander stiffened, caught off guard by the sheer strength and unexpected intimacy of the gesture.

From the corner of his eye, Reeves saw Hora struggling to contain herself. A giggle slipped free.

Tygo released him at once, her tail flicking in embarrassment. She shot Hora a sharp glance, then turned back to Reeves with a quick, apologetic bow of her head.

“I think someone set me up,” she muttered, half to herself. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2245

HiiKii Bridge:​

“I’m getting used to it,” Cmdr. Reeves replied looking at Cpt. Tygo. “I find no fault with your greeting and appreciation. Though my wife might.”

“My Captain and I do not share the same views on Public Displays of Affection. My species is Human, and whereas Orion females are very contact heavy Humans are not. Instead, we greet each other with an open hand to show that we are not armed.” He added holding his hand out for HiiKii to shake it.

“It is my duty and purpose to aid those in need and defend the defenseless. We would appreciate any information you can share about the hostile aliens.”

Yito:​

After the battle the Dark Fire had stepped down to a Yellow Alert from the combat station red. So many still carried weapons, just in case the Nietzscheans sent another ship.

But unneeded for the moment The Chief sent her off to rest for a few minutes before her actual shift started.

Kavela:​

Moving through the corridors Kavela watched the crew as they went about their business, none of them realizing she was there. Watching. And when the time came, she’d defend them.

 

[milkmaiden38]

HiiKii Bridge​

Captain Tygo clasped the Commander’s hand firmly, his voice carrying the weight of relief. “It is good to meet you. And thank you again—for saving my ship.”

Hora smirked at her little prank, but the humor quickly soured. As she soon realized Captain Tygo did not think it was all that funny and the alien captain felt set up.

“Captain Tygo,” Hora said quickly, smoothing over the misstep, “I promise, the Commander has played his share of tricks on me too. Thank you for being gracious about it.” She shifted, her tone. “Now—about the Nietzschean?”

Tygo’s eyes darkened.“The Nietzschean,” She began, “see themselves as perfect, as destined rulers. Their creed is simple: the strong may take from the weak at will. Strength is the only currency the universe respects. Compassion, mercy—mere weakness to be crushed beneath fists or those jagged arm-blades they wield. Only when they recognize your strength will they consider you an equal.”

She gestured toward the viewport, where the stars glimmered cold and distant.“As you can see, we are a research vessel, not a warship. Lightly armed. I believe they want my ship.”

Hora leaned forward. “Were you studying this planet?”

“Yes,” Tygo replied, her voice softening with curiosity. “It is… unusual. The surface is almost entirely flat, with little tectonic activity. No vast oceans, yet water and land are balanced. The entire world—save the polar caps—is one endless swamp. For HiiKii, it is something like a garden of Eden. A primordial paradise.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2250

HiiKii Bridge:

When Captain Hora mention him playing tricks on her the Commander looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“The Nietzschean’s sound like several species we’ve encountered before,” Reeves commented thinking about Klingons, Gorn, and the Croco-Lamia in Security.

Tapping his Communicator Reeves contacted the Dark Fire and told them to scan the planet and send all data to the HiiKii ship.

“Are there any population centers of sentient life forms on the planet? Even if they are in secluded or smaller groups?” He asked thinking about first contact protocols.

“I hope that the planet suits your needs and desires.” He added as the Dark Fire crew sent the data to the HiiKii ship even as it was performing the scans.​

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.2150

Dark Fire:

Finishing her analysis of the one HiiKii that didn’t survive, L’Sa sent her reports off. The individual might have survived, if they hadn’t been nearly decapitated by a bulkhead and sucked into space. She’d even gone so far as to wait an hour, and treated the rest of the injured before finally turning to the HiiKii. None of her analysis had involved slicing and dicing. Instead they’d used advanced Imaging Technology to map it’s DNA, biological functions, nervous system, circulatory system and a battery of other tests.

With her duties done, for now anyways, Dr. L’Sa walked the hallways and corridors of the massive ship. After confirming with Dark Fire Xiana’s location, L’Sa went to her. Dark Fire had informed her of the Counselor’s query about her location, and potentiality for pregnancy.

Tapping the door control she had Dark Fire announce her presence.​