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[2286] USS Eagle - Lost to Time
[ Lt. Commander James Alan Pierce | Crew Quarters | Deck 05 | USS Eagle ][Show/Hide]
Lt. Commander James Pierce sat in his senior officer's quarters, laid out on his bed, and wondered what the day would bring. It'd been quiet lately other than hostilities with the Klingon Empire. From what he'd gathered from Intelligence reports that had come in, they were experimenting with some pretty bad and outlawed compounds. He leaned up and carefully climbed out as to not wake the woman who was lying beside him. She was beautifully asleep still covered up, with a partial view of an exposed breast. Her hair was auburn red in color, and if he had to say so himself, the young woman was stunning. Her career only just started as she was the age of 19 and a Cadet. Cadet Denielle Craig.

He snapped back to the thought at hand, only covered by his Starfleet issue boxers at this point, he stepped over and sat down at his terminal which was flashing a very faint shade of red. He tapped the terminal and a message came in from Admiral Cartwright with a covert message that relayed, For Your Eyes Only.

Pierce. We have a mission for you, and it's not an easy one. Although, I don't have to tell you that with the recent events around here. Thankfully no time travel is warranted like Admiral Kirk's recent stunt to avert the alien probe. Anyhow, Starfleet Command has detected that the Klingon Empire is once again experimenting with augments much like the ones they experimented with over a hundred years ago. Only this time those Klingon bastards have discovered a rare bio-mimetic gel that once combined with enzymes from key plants on the surface of the Qu'Vat Colony can create a Klingon augment. The face paled and took a deep breath before looking up again as if looking him in the eyes.

Your mission is to go on an undercover intelligence-gathering mission in Klingon space. Gather samples of the rare form of bio-mimetic gel the Klingons are working with for genetic experimentation. I want you to hack into their database to compile the plans and the formulas for the compound and finally destroy not only their database but the facility. When you've done that, rendezvous with your ship, the U.S.S. Eagle and I'll send a transport to gather the materials for Starfleet Intelligence to examine. Good luck out there. Cartwright out.

He rubbed his chin as he deleted the message and scrubbed it from his private terminal. No telling who could get that and no reason to implicate the crew or the ship should he be caught. He had to get a move on soon. Duty was about to start and he had to find a reason to be off-ship so that Captain Elliot Whitten didn't get implicated. He glanced at the young ensign still sound asleep in his bed. He walked towards her, touched her hair as he leaned in to kiss her auburn head. He scratched his head from an itch that was ever-present and stepped into his closet to get dressed. Quickly he emerged fully dressed in his uniform. He took a final look around as if somehow deep down he knew that he'd never step foot in the room again and stepped out the door as it swished closed behind him.
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[ Lt. Commander James Alan Pierce | Crew Quarters | Deck 05 | USS Eagle ][Show/Hide]

His quick jaunt to talk to the Captain met futility as Captain Whitten was busy with a transmission from the Admiralty. More than likely Cartwright finished appraising his CO of the need to travel off the ship. Or at least he'd hoped that to prevent any provocation that may yet arise. After all, he was the Executive Officer aboard the USS Eagle, but he also had a responsibility to Starfleet Intelligence even though at times it could get a bit stressful.

Elliot stepped out of his quarters, peered around, and saw Pierce standing nearby. James, please come in. I just received word from Admiral Cartwright he needs you back at the Starbase stat for some impromptu meeting. Care to shed a light on that excusal? The Captain gracefully welcomed Pierce into his quarters and pointed to a chair to let the two of them discuss what they were at liberty to state. He knew James was important to Starfleet but wasn't quite sure how far down the rabbit hole his XO went with the top brass.

"Thank you, sir." Hands now breaking from their formation behind his back, he stepped in after his commanding officer and relaxed slightly knowing this could be a difficult conversation despite their mutual friendship. "I wish I could sir, but I'm unable to disclose at this time what exactly they have for me. It's classified. However, it doesn't place the ship or her crew in any danger. It's a one-man sort of recon mission."

Eyes peered and squinted with a little bit of suspicion but Whitten let the matter go. Taking a stand, he reached forward to his XO and extended his hand to shake which Pierce met in mid-stride. The two of them gave each other a knowing glance despite the secrecy shrouding the mission at hand and the sneaky suspicion of wonder whether this would be that final handshake between friends.

"Well, good luck Pierce. I've never worked with a finer officer and friend." The Captain smiled showing the mustache riding upon his chin as he stood back at his desk. "Hopefully we'll meet again and you'll be back aboard the ship to continue as my Executive Officer and maybe we can get you into the running for a promotion as the CO of your own ship someday." He winked as he clasped his hands in front of himself.

Pierce stood in the wake of his Captain and smiled albeit solemnly at this particular conversation. "I hope for that too sir." Air exhaled from his lungs as he took the tension out from a deep breath. "Permission to disembark."

Permission granted. Safe travels.

James nodded and turned around. He entered the hallway the same way he'd come in and took off toward the shuttle bay. The time had come and the mission was at hand. Either way this turned out, he was on his own now.
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[ Lt. Commander James Alan Pierce | Shuttle Bay | Deck 17 | USS Eagle ][Show/Hide]

The special civilian transport housed a Starfleet shuttle inside its unique shell. No doubt someone else was appraised of Admiral Cartwright's mission onboard the ship as this wasn't here a day ago. Not surprising as Starfleet Intelligence seemed to be intertwined everywhere. Rumors abounded of a secret organization run within the articles of the Federation that was above the law. So far, Pierce had yet to see that in play in any way. Maybe they were simply rumors.

His thoughts were loaded with an abundance of details of what may happen on the coming mission. As far as he'd managed to decipher, there was an element that Cartwright needed but getting it in a Klingon research facility wasn't going to be easy. Especially with the Klingons involved. Tensions were high and he couldn't risk an interstellar war with the Empire and the Federation.

The turbolift door opened and an Ensign walked in the door towards the shuttle. He had a PADD in his hand and approached Pierce.

"Hello sir. I was told to give this to you. The coordinates are already loaded into the shuttle and it's filled with secure storage tanks as well as a full complement of weapons and fuel. God speed."

Pierce smiled and nodded. "Thank you Ensign. If that's all, I'll be off."

He took the PADD and stepped into the shuttle as the door closed slowly behind him activating the maglock seals. He paced and stepped to the controls and sat in the seat. An aching feeling seemed to preoccupy his mind. Something about this mission was alarming him despite having gone on ones like this before. He shrugged it off and activated the thrusters. Hands moving across the panel in an almost majestic manner. He reached overhead and activated the shuttlebay doors. Within moments, he was off and in the blackness of space. Now, his mission begins.
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[ Lt. Commander James Alan Pierce | Crew Quarters | Deck 05 | USS Eagle ][Show/Hide]

It was quiet around him. Well other than the hum of the shuttle's small engines. The stars strown by his viewscreen as the ship traversed the small distance to Klingon space. With any luck, there wouldn't be too much trouble in his way before things got hairy. But that typically wasn't the case. He sat relaxed in the chair, checking over the star charts, as he monitored the sector for any incoming vessels. Thankfully Klingon's can't fire when cloaked. But it was only a matter of time before that was created he thought to himself.

The distance closed as he approached the Qu'Vat Colony. Supposedly he was tasked to obtain for Starfleet Intelligence some rare form of bio-mimetic gel the Klingons were working with for genetic experimentation. He was also tasked with hacking into their database to compile the plans and the formulas for the compound and destroy their database. The Empire in their desire to beat the Federation employed enzymes from key plants on the surface of the Qu'Vat Colony, which was the same place the Klingons created the Klingon augment virus over a century ago. They hoped to succeed where others had previously failed with this new form of a Klingon mutagenic virus.

He groaned as he stood up and gathered a dark, special ops Starfleet Uniform from the bulkhead compartment. His arms lifted overhead as he pulled the duty uniform off and replaced it with the special black top half. Communicator and phaser now mounted to his hip holsters. Pierce grabbed a few tools of the trade to disrupt local sensors and download the data to the PADD for transmission to Cartwright. Lucky bastard never seemed to get his hands dirty. One of these days, James thought he'd have to confront the man about his rather mysterious tasks.

Today wasn't that day however as the sensors were tripped. He rushed back towards the console and sat down, finishing his in-flight checklist as he did. Luckily there were two Klingon scout ships on rendezvous with the station and not near him. His hands worked the controls to keep him on the outskirts of the Klingon's sensors. No need to get detected. James scanned a place to set the shuttle down on the other side of the cavern near the colony. Wasn't opportune but it would have to do.

A short time later, the ship's thrusters whined as it entered the atmosphere. With any luck, the colony lacked proper scanners to allow him inside. Just to be sure, activated his personal scatter field device. Better to not be detected he thought. The landing gear set down as it covered the unlikely position. He tapped the controls to activate the transponder for his personal transporter to beam him back once he'd accomplished his mission. Activating the security protocols, Pierce placed the shuttle in standby mode and stepped off into the atmosphere. He climbed the nearest ridge and spotted several Klingon patrols as well as their...pets...if they could be called that. What passed for a Klingon dog was nothing he wanted to come face to face with. He might be able to hide from the sensors but the line of sight or line of smell wasn't something he could hide from. He climbed further up the ridge until he was out of the way before pulling his binoculars to scan the facility.

It was going to be like taking candy from a baby. He smirked as he jumped the ridge and made a mad dash for the building. The sensor disruptor was working flawlessly. He tapped the control pad on the exterior of the nearest doorway and it denied him access. Hearing footsteps, he jumped around a corner and hid as two Klingon scientists walked to the door and tapped a few keys. Pierce took note of most but missed the initial command. The two scientists stepped in the door and turned as Pierce barrel-rolled into the entry as it smacked his foot with an audible clang. The two Klingons turned, clearly startled by the sound but to their surprise, no one was present. Shrugging it off, the two laughed and continued their banter.

Pierce sat behind the nearest bulkhead, panting quietly as he tried not to make any further noise. "Fuck that was too close." He whispered. His head peered around the corner and didn't see any further possible security risks. "It's game time you Klingon pigs. Hawkeye is on the loose." He stood up and held his phaser in hand as he approached the computer terminal. Carefully he interfaced his PADD into the computer to download whatever data he could find. Unfortunately, the data he actually sought wasn't here in this terminal. Likely kept on an off-network computer system to prevent people like him from doing what he'd just done.

In his download, he managed to get an updated map of the facility. Cartwright's intel was almost right but they'd clearly done some remodeling since that data was stolen. Time was on his side, for now, he glanced at the nearby corridor and his PADD. If this was to be believed, he had to find the turbolift and go down two levels to Science Lab 03. There should be where the specimen was located that he needed as well as the formula data. Taking careful steps down the hall, he found what appeared to be a dead-end. He touched various spots on the wall and his PADD confirmed, there was a door here...somewhere.

"Well well well. What did they cook up here? The PADD says there's a door. But there's not. So...where is that button?" He pushed his fingers closer to the wall to discover it was a holoprojector as his hand disappeared into the panel before him. His green eyes lit up as he smiled at the ingenuity of the Klingons. "Very clever boys. Let's see what else you're hiding in here." He stepped inside and was on the other side where sounds of machines could be heard humming loudly. What did he just walk into?
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He found the turbolift nearby behind the "door" and activated the lift to go down the levels needed. The door opened and the sound intensified quickly.

The visuals looked like some old chemical factories back on Earth from the 21st Century. Rather impressive if a bit antiquated. Nonetheless, the Klingons seemed to be more focused on their scientific endeavor over the appearance. After all these weren't engineers deciding the decor. He could hear the loud thrumming of the machines much more clearly now that he'd gotten to the devices. Peering inside, he saw a chemical ingredient being mixed, zapped, and recycled within itself.

Around the corner he saw several Klingon officers messing with the compound he was after. They laughed at something he clearly missed being in hiding. That and the humming of the machines. That was when the scientists left the room, leaving the compound on the table ripe for the picking. "This is going way too easily. Something's not right. I can feel it." He whispered quietly.

Quickly the Starfleet officer ran towards the console and swiped the Bio-mimetic Gel container peering into the bluish liquid. Placing it carefully into his covered belt clip, he ran towards the computer terminal pulling the connection cords out of it and connecting it to his smaller tricorder prototype. His fingers danced across the console as he began the transfer of files to his tricorder. Meanwhile planting a time delayed fractal encrypted virus that would wipe their systems clean of all the key research required for the augmentation of the Klingons.

Shuffling could be heard from outside of the room, looking back at the console he saw the transfer was only at 54%. There clearly wasn't going to be enough time to get out without being caught now. He tabbed the controls to shut the door and lock it out for the moment. He heard running through the corridor as the door slammed shut and sealed. Banging grew loud on the other side of the door. He peered back at the computer and it was now at 76%.

The banging grew in intensity as he saw the thick doors start to heat up and turning a shade of burnt to bright orange in the middle of it. Meaning that as soon as they burn through the doors, he was toast. Reaching under his left armpit, he grabbed his Starfleet issue phaser from it's holster. Time was a luxury he didn't have to work with. The console read 92% now as the door melted away in the center. He dove behind a machine as the door burst open and Klingon's flooded through one by one. He fired.

The first soldier fell to the ground with a gaping hole in his chest and saw the shot went through into the next one to pass through the door into his side. That Klingon dropped as well. He glanced at the terminal to note that the console hit 100%. Quickly he ran forward firing still which slowed them down. He grabbed the tricorder and watched as the virus began to work. Klingon text disappearing from the screen at a rapid pace.

"Don't fire fools! You'll destroy the tanks with the liquid in it. Once it's out of it's containment, it will evaporate on contact with the floor! The lead Klingon could be hear from within the corridor still.

Pierce got a wonderful idea. He ran back the way he came and fired at the containment tanks, releasing the compound as it washed over the ground and near some of the Klingon brutes. The feeling of laughter welled within him as he knew they were just as screwed as he was in this predicament.

"NOOOOO!!!! You Hotlh, you'll pay for that! Quickly, obtain that human! We shall gut him like a targ when we catch him.

"Don't hold your breath Commandant." He dove past the door as the others tried to stop his virus but beat their hands on the controls in anger. The door closed behind him sealing the Klingons inside as he fired on the control panel for access. If nothing else it'd give him some time to escape. Alan ran towards the lift as he had before gaining access to the upper levels. The door opened and it wasn't a welcoming party.
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