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Intermission - Part 2 "Captain. My . . . Captain"

Posted on Sat Feb 24th, 2018 @ 8:35am by Captain Nami Ishikawa & Jesse & Themie & Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet

Mission: Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: USS Arcadia
Timeline: 1148 Hours, MD 3 (March 5, 2393)

[Previously in Intermission - Part 1 "Thelisar's Lament"]

. . . . . .

Nodding slightly, Jackson's eyes continued to scan the room. "True. However, my gut is still screaming a warning at me. And if there's one thing that I've learned over they years, is my gut is rarely wrong."

Nola opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again as she reconsidered the Marine's words. She didn't see how Ishikawa and her men could possibly get out of their cells, but again, neither had she imagined that the Martok would ran straight into that Risian cruiseliner, nearly ending her Starfleet career. It was a miracle that they only slapped her with two reprimands. Who was she to question a seasoned Marine with an unblemished service record?

She tapped her comm badge. "Elbrun to Jesse."

Almost immediately the Arcadia's AI materialized in her holographic avatar beside the two officers. "Commander Elbrun, how may I be of assistance?"

Nola glanced at Jackson before asking, "What's the status of Captain Ishikawa?"

"Captain Ishikawa is still confined to her cell on deck 19 along with Commanders Hekoa and Ming." reported the AI.

"Do you detect anything unusual in the brig or its vicinity?"

"Negative. Are you looking for something specific, Commander?"

Nola let out a quiet sigh of relief. Perhaps this was one of those rare instances when Jackson't instinct was wrong. Perhaps she should have trusted her own a bit more.

"No, just checking. Thank you, Jesse." As the AI terminated her holographic presence, Nola turned back to Jackson. With a small smirk, she said, "See, Ishikawa isn't going anywhere."

Jackson shrugged noncommittally. The A.I. could tell them that everything was normal all it wanted, he would still listen to his hit. What bothered him, though, was the fact that he couldn't figure out from where the threat was originating.

From the corner of her eyes, Nola noticed McKinzie Williams, one of the reporters attached to the Arcadia, abruptly stopping Oliver in his path. Williams had been trying to land an interview with him since the news of the Klingon riot broke out yesterday. The Captain's yeoman had been instructed to schedule the interview after the Themyscira and her crew as well as the Klingons were transferred to the custody of station security on Starbase 139. It looked like Williams was not willing to stay put utill then.

"Excuse me, Captain." she said to the Marine before turning. As she made her way over, she walked past Chrys. The science chief was on her way to the exit. You couldn't expect everyone to like theater after all, but at least she had made the effort to come and stayed for a while. Nola appreciated that.

Chrys had mingled for a bit and then left the room. She was not big on theater let alone social situations. And she had things to do.

. . . . . .

::Maximum Security Holding Facility, Deck 19::

Nami quietly observed the lone security officer sitting behind the brig's control station. The human had not looked up from the PADD in his hand for the last ten minutes. Whatever he was reading - or watching - clearly had his full attention. This was her opportunity. With a covert nod she signaled Hekoa and Ming, who stepped over and blocked the security officer's view. It's not that the man would look up anytime soon, but one could never be too careful.

Taking out a circular device from inside one of her combat boots, she stuck it to the wall next to the force field and right behind the control panel on the other side. She just needed a few moments to hack into the ship's communications system through the control panel, and from there to the Themyscira. She could easily disable the force field that sealed off their cell, but she needed to leave behind a small gift before getting back to the Themyscira and only Themie could help her with that. As much as she distrusted the AI, she had to admit that sometimes it could be quite useful. Sometimes.

A few moments passed and she was inside the Arcadia's system, but before she could reach Themyscira, Hekoa warned her of an unexpected guest with a cough. Quickly concealing the device in her pocket, she turned to see the Arcaida's chief science officer stepping through the brig's double doors.

Chrys looked at the security officer. "Leave us" she said cooly.


"Now Ensign" She ordered.

"Yes, Lieutenant." The security officer left the room. Once he was gone, Chrys turned to the Captain. "Captain." She said with a respectful nod of her head. She pulled a small device from her pocket and placed it on the floor. "We can talk privately." she said as she straightened. "It jams the Cameras and the AI"

A small smirk crossed Nami's lips. She exchanged a look with her XO and chief engineer before turning back to the other woman.

"I'm all ears, Lieutenant."

"Captain, I believe your story." She stated honestly. "That said, my hands are rather tied by the Captain and his inability to see the big picture. If you have something that will assist in convincing the captain, you need to tell me now so I can take it to him and get you out of here."

Nami raised a slight eyebrow as she responded, "I know your captain well, Lieutenant. Nothing will change his mind at this point. From my perspective, he has already sacrificed the entire Federation and billions of lives just to gratify his own misguided sense of morality once. And he will do it again." She glanced around the cell. "He already is." Turning back to Chrys, she asked, "The question now is, what are you willing to do to prevent the the destruction that the Founders will inevitably rain down on the Federation? You once told me that you always do the right thing, Lieutenant, and I think you know exactly what that is right now. With your help, we can avenge the billions of lives the Dominion took in my timeline and prevent them from doing it ever again in yours. What you say, Lieutenant?"

Chrys stood there and considered it. She thought it over and over and then reached out and unlocked the cells. "I Am in." She said calmly. "This is the right thing. What can they do? Shoot me? Been there done that."

Nami smiled as she stepped out of the cell. “Welcome aboard, Lieutenant.” She said before walking over to the brig’s control station. She took out the device she had been using earlier and set it on top of the station. Now that she had direct access to the Arcadia's system, her job had just become so much easier. Her fingers flied over the holographic control interface, but before she could finish, a human female in her late twenties materialized in the middle of the brig. The red hue on her uniform collar indicated her departmental affiliation, but she wore no pips that indicated her rank. The brunette frowned when she saw the officers around her.

"How did you get out your confinement cell?" Jesse demanded of the Trill captain. "And what are you doing to my program?"

As Nami ignored her, the AI turned to Chrys, "Lieutenant Capulet, what are . . ." She didn't finish before her holographic avatar flickered and then disappeared. A brief second later, a young Andorian woman took her place. Unlike Jesse, she wore the same uniform as Nami and the rest of her crew: a red double-breasted jacket with black piping running across the yoke, paired with black pants and standard fleet issue boots. But like Jesse, she carried no rank insignia.

The Andorian’s antennae twitched as she surveyed her surroundings. Turning to Nami, she asked, “What’s going on, Captain? I was told you and the crew had been placed under arrest.”

“We were,” answered Nami, “but we have a job to do, Themie.”

The Themyscira’s AI quirked an eyebrow. “Project Medusa, it’s genocide, Captain. We . . .”

Nami raised her hand and stopped Themie in mid-sentence. She was not about to let her own ship lecture her on the morality of her actions. There was a reason why she shut the AI down years ago. But now that Oliver’s men had reactivated her in their attempt to access science lab 2, she might as well take advantage of her.

“You programming dictates that you obey any and all orders of your commanding officer, does it not?” asked Nami.

That programming directive did not, in fact, cover illegal orders, and genocide against an entire species would have certainly qualified as illegal under Federation law, but as far as Nami was concerned, her Federation had already fallen, and with it so did its laws. In any case, that inconvenience had already been removed from the AI's programing.

“Yes.” Answered Themie, her brows tightened.

“And who is your commanding officer?”

There was an almost imperceptible delay in Themie’s answer.

“You are, Captain.”

“Very well, then. I have just forced the Arcadia’s AI into a level two self-diagnostic. That should give you complete control of the ship’s system for a few minutes.”


“What’s the situation on the Themyscira?”

“Small teams from the Arcadia including a squad of Marines are currently stationed on the bridge and in main engineering.”

Nami considered her options for a moment. “At my command, swap them with our own people, but leave Terri and Alenis on the Arcadia. Then overload these EPS conduits here, here, and here.” She punched in the exact locations into the control interface.

Themie frowned. “But that will fry half of the stations on the bridge and in main engineering.”

“They will live.” Nami retorted. “Where’s Oliver?”

“The Adm . . . the Captain is in the reception hall on deck 3. They are putting on a performance of Thelisar’s Lament.

“The man does like theater.” Nami quipped before she bent down and took out two phasers from the safety under the control station. Handing one to Chrys, she said, “I think your captain will make an excellent insurance policy. Wouldn’t you agree, Lieutenant?”

Chrys took the phaser calmly. She knew her role would be scapegoat if this went pear shaped. "Yes. The captain will make a fine hostage." God help him if he resisted.

A smirked crossed Nami’s lips. There was always the small chance that Capulet would change her mind down the road, but once she went through with this, enough people would have witnessed her betrayal, and she would have no choice, but to stick with her.

“Very well, Themie, transport Lieutenant Capulet and I to exactly where Oliver is and erect a two-meter radius force field around us. Then wait for my signal.”

Themie let out a small sigh.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

[To be continued in Part 3 . . .]

Captain Nami Ishikawa
Commanding Officer
USS Themyscira NCC-85430
(PNPC - Roger)
Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet
Chief of Science
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
Artificial Intelligence
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
(PNPC - Roger)
Artificial Intelligence
USS Themyscira NCC-85430
(PNPC - Roger)


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