CHAPTER 01: Find Me Unafraid [0630 hrs.]
EPISODE 03: Unconquerable Soul | Chapter 01: Find Me Unafraid [0630 hrs.]
[ USS Theurgy ]
Captain's Log, Stardate 57505.27. Yesterday, the USS Calamity attacked us while the Theurgy and the Harbinger were undergoing repairs on Theta Eridani IV. We lost too many, yet through the valiant efforts of our crews, we managed to fight off the squadrons of Reaver fighters that had entered the atmosphere, all the while the Calamity attacked us with orbital strikes. Cala, the A.I. of that nightmare ship from the 25th century, even caused a planet-wide tectonic event in order to destroy us.
Early morning. Sliding doors opened, and Deputy Than'Ida zh'wann stepped through - armed with a phaser assault rifle. With determined steps she walked forth, and her antennae were immovable in their resolute angles. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line, and her eyes stared ahead of her while she walked. In the Security Office, personnel stepped aside for her, shuffling to get out of the way.
We barely made it off the planet, much in thanks to our defence plan. We had set up a shield emitter on one of the mountainsides, and it protected us from the orbital strikes as well as the first assaults by the Reavers. While the shield dome did not last to protect us the whole time of our evacuation, our able engineers managed to raise it anew so that we could get the last shuttles aboard. We could even beam the remaining personnel into our life-pattern buffers. Yet while we ascended from the planet surface, we did not know what awaited us above. It was the very reason why the Calamity left before finishing us off.
As she walked, there was another officer trailing behind her. She wore teal colours, and her step was equally determined - a shadow to the Andorian. In short order, the two walked through another set of sliding doors, and there was a Klingon Security Officer meeting them on the other side. It was Zaraq, the Master-At-Arms, and he also carried a rifle in his large, calloused hands. His wide and strong frame dominated the area behind the doors, yet behind him, seven more security guards waited. They were all silent, not moving a muscle, and Deputy zh'Wann merely paused to exchange a nod with Zaraq, who brought the butt of his rifle up to his shoulder and spread his feet - ready to raise the muzzle of his weapon and fire at a moment's notice. The rest of the guards behind him mirrored his actions. Ida let her midnight blue eyes linger on them for a second more before she turned sharply on her heel and walked away to her left.
Twenty-Four Federation starships. Task Force Archeron. Admiral Sankolov's fleet, sent out to destroy us without pardon. There was no time to go to Warp. It was too late for the Harbinger to escape. All our Valkyrie fighters were out there too, and they would not have lasted for more than seconds against that kind of firepower. Captain Vasser and I tried to buy us time by surrendering. To stall the order of our execution. We gained minutes. No more. As the kind of traitors that we are accused to be, the rules of war does not apply to us any more. There would be no mercy, so they opened fire.
"Lower the force-field," commanded Deputy zh'Wann to the Brig Officer, and the invisible wall to Holding Cell A winked out of existence. As it did, Ida had already raised her rifle - hard eyes along the sights as she aimed at the occupant. "I am sorry, Cinn."
She fired. The phaser beam went straight into the Bajoran's chest. She paused only to make sure her former Chief of Security did not move any more... before she moved on down the Holding Cells.
Yet before they unleashed their onslaught unto us, through stalling just long enough, we had managed to install the phasing cloaks that we developed on on the planet. Our Chief Science and Tactical Officers worked together to create a cloud of radiation thick enough to conceal us from the fleet's collective sensors and targeting systems, and in getting into the cover of this radiation, we cloaked, and thus broke the Treaty of Algeron. When we emerged out of the cloud, we could not believe our eyes. The whole fleet, which seconds earlier had been firing against us... was dead in the water. Lights out. Drifting.
Ida walked out in front of Holding Cell B, eyes seeking the Pinkskin inside. She expected him to be alert after she shot Wenn. She even expected him to scream and shout at her. Regardless what he might do when she appeared before his cell, she did not care. She just raised her assault rifle and took aim - her browride lowering over her gaze as she barked the order. "Lower the second force-field."
And as soon as the field dropped, she fired - the second shot as true as the first. Straight to the chest. Once the thrashing body came to a stand-still, she lingered with her aim towards the prone body upon the deck plates. Lieutenant Commander Carrigan Trent was completely motionless.
At first we thought that the Calamity had ambushed them somehow, killed everyone aboard those twenty-four starships. Cut their power. Life-support gone. Yet soon, we were contacted by a Runabout, and we let it dock with us - taking aboard two unlikely passengers. One that was supposed to be dead, and the other having achieved the impossible. In both cases, because of their unlikely yet timely appearance, we cannot be certain they are who they say they are. Nor can we verify their true nature.
Lowering her rifle, Ida turned her head to seek the gaze of the woman in teal colours - who now stood next to the eight Security Officers. It was Hayden Quinn O'Connor, the Chief Counsellor.
The Deputy nodded to the Pinkskin. "Confirm," she merely said, moving back to Wenn Cinn's Holding Cell. She increased the setting on her rifle to maximum and raised the butt to her shoulder again, levelling her sights against the massive bulk of the Bajoran lying on the floor. "I will cover you, Counsellor."
Because of recent events, and since the vague memories of the Niga Incident remains with us... the hatred for our enemy is great. We might have to ensure the safety of our new passengers. Otherwise, there is no telling what the crew might do to them if the suspicions grow too strong.
- Captain Jien Ives, Commanding Officer of the USS Theurgy
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