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Intermission - Part 3 "Where To, Captain?"

Posted on Sat Feb 24th, 2018 @ 9:16am by Captain Nami Ishikawa & Captain Oliver Lee PhD & Lieutenant Commander Nola Elbrun & Captain Korra Ymir & Ensign Amira Hye & Themie & Sayya Nurim & Lieutenant Kevan Dash & Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet & Captain Jackson Werner & Corporal George Charles

Mission: Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: USS Arcadia
Timeline: 1151 Hours, MD 3 (March 5, 2393)

[Previously in Intermission - Part 1 "Thelisar's Lament" and Intermission - Part 2]

. . . . . .

"We all pay our dues with the general pieces, Sayya." Mac smiled warmly to her new rival, before she sipped on a glass of spring wine. "Don't normally see you at plays."

Sayya narrowed her eyes at the other woman. As usual, Mac was full of herself.

"Oh, sorry I didn't have a cultured upbringing like you." she barely made an effort to hide the sarcasm, "I mean, how could I? I was too busy picking through scrap metals on Goren IV to have time for fancy boarding schools and opera houses in New York." She stepped closer, and her voice turned more serious. "Now let's just cut the crap. You know exactly why I'm here. So go write all the inane puff pieces you want, Williams, but yesterday's riot in the brig is my beat. And don't you get in my way."

"Lips won't open to you unless you know which ones are the weakest," Mac spoke quietly to her rival. "So happens, I have the connections to loosen those lips, but let's not fight with each other. We could easily make this a joint piece."

Sayya sneered at the suggestion. "I have my own connections, Williams, and mine are not bought with my parents' money. And no, I'm not helping you get your halo back. Go find it yourself if you still care about real journalism." That's when she noticed the man she was looking for talking to the director of the theater troupe. It's a perfect opportunity. Turning her attention back to the other woman, she said, "Don't get in my way, William." With that she turned and dashed toward her target.

. . . . . .

“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.”

. . . . . .

::Reception Hall, Deck 3::

“Captain Lee,” Sayya called out to the Arcadia’s commanding officer, but the man didn’t hear her over the soft classical music mingled with indiscriminate chatter that filled the hall. Or he just pretended not hear her.

Either way, Sayya was not going let him out of her sight again. Dashing over, she blocked his way just as the man finished his conversation with Director Broht and turned to leave.

Oliver was seemingly surprised by the sudden appearance of the intrepid reporter before him. Smiling, he said, “Ms. Nurim, I hope you enjoyed the performance.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Sayya quickly brushed off the pleasantry and got right down to business. “Captain Lee, exactly why are there Klingons in the brig on deck 43? Do they have anything to do with the Federation ship the Arcadia rescued two days ago? And why weren’t they mentioned in the initial press release?”

Oliver drank from his flute of Bajoran spring champagne as he patiently waited for Sayya to finish firing off her series of questions. The smile never left his countenance.

“If you want to schedule an interview, Ms. Nurim, you should contact Petty Officer Riven. I’m sure he will accommodate your request in a timely manner.”

“Your yeoman put me down for next Tuesday, Captain.”

“Well, then I’m sure that’s the earliest slot available, Ms. Nurim.”

Sayya narrowed her eyes as she studied the man for a second. “What is Starfleet hiding, Captain? Your press release didn’t include any details about that other Federation ship. Name, registry, nothing. I had it on good authority that it’s a Luna class ship, but my source at Starfleet Command told me there’s no Luna class ship assigned to this sector at the moment.”

One end of Oliver’s lips curled up into a small smirk. Maybe it’s because of his own work with the Inspector General’s Office, but he liked her investigative instinct, if not her lack of tact. Nevertheless, all intel on the Themyscira and the surviving Klingon crew of the K’Vor was classified. And for good reason. Temporal Directives aside, if any knowledge of Project Medusa were to be leaked, it could further jeopardize the already straining bilateral relationship between the Federation and the Dominion.

But Nurim’s reputation for persistence had preceded her, and stonewalling her would only push her to look into places where she shouldn’t.

“Tell you what,” said Oliver, “I’ll give you the interview you want at 1900 hours tomorrow. I’ll even throw in a free dinner in my quarters if you give me your word that you will not pursue any further inquiry into the matter until then.”

Sayya pondered the offer for a moment. The truth was, every one of the Arcadia’s senior staff had refused to talked to her, and all her other leads had turned into dead ends. It’s not that she had any better options. But she had her own condition.

“It’s a deal if you promise you won’t talk to anyone else before we do.”

There’s no way she would let Mac get to Lee before she had a chance to sit down with him.

Oliver nodded. “Of course.”

The knot on Sayya’s brows relaxed as she sipped from her own glass. “Well, then, 1900 hours tomorrow, Captain.” She studied the man for another moment and was about to say something, but held it back. Turning around, she disappeared into the crowd.

“Is everything alright, Captain?” asked Nola as she approached from behind.

Oliver turned and nodded. “Everything is fine.” Smiling he gestured at their surroundings with his flute of champagne in hand. “Great job putting all of this together, Commander. I’m impressed.”

“Well, at least I’m good for something.” said Nola, but then she quickly cleared her throat. “I mean, thank you, sir.”

A wry smile crossed Oliver’s features. It seemed that his second officer still hadn’t completely left the Martok behind.

“The collision over Risa wasn’t your fault, Commander. The board of inquiry concluded as much.” he said, “Yes, you could and should have stood up to Captain Vesna, but by the time you were transferred to the Martok, discipline and chain of command there were already in a pretty sorry state. You know that, and the board, too. So what is it, Commander?”

Nola did not answer the question as she pondered for a moment. Her brows tightened, then relaxed again. With a small sigh she said, “I’m just another Elbrun who failed in their duties as Starfleet officers. That is a matter of record, sir.”

Oliver was about to take another sip of his champagne, but paused. He studied Nola for a moment before taking that sip.

“We cannot live in the shadow of our forefathers, Commander. I learned that a long time ago.”

Nola frowned.

“Permission to speak freely, sir.”

Oliver nodded.

Nola took a deep breath. “With all due respect, sir, your grandfather is a war hero; mine let the Dominion take Betazed. It’s hardly the same.”

The knot tightened on Oliver’s brows as she spoke and loosened again when she was done. He drank from his flute and took a moment to consider what he was about to say. With a quick glance around them, he made sure that no one was within earshot.

“Have you ever heard of Rear Admiral Thomas Tillman, Commander?”

Nola nodded. “He was the first and only Starfleet flag officer to defect to the enemy, but that was more than a hundred years ago, sir, and I don’t see how it’s relevant.”

Oliver took another sip of his drink.

“My mother’s last name was Tillman." he said, "It’s also the name I used for the first ten years of my life. Oliver Tillman, it had a nice ring to it, but it’s also one that my grandfather despised intensely. In his eyes, the name Tillman had been forever tainted the moment Thomas betrayed the Federation.”

“The old man couldn’t keep my parents apart, but he made sure that my last name was changed to the much more honorable Lee in all the official records when he took custody of me after my mother died. Yet, for almost thirty years he has never failed to remind me that I was born a Tillman.”

Oliver paused to drink his champagne.

“So, as I said, Commander, we cannot live in the shadow of our forefathers. We must walk our own path, and do so not for a name, but for ourselves and for what we believe in.”

Nola was not prepared for this unexpected revelation.

“I . . .”

She struggled for a proper response, but before she could find one, they were interrupted by Korra.

“There you are.” said the Marine as she offered them her bowl of carrots, “You got to try this with the ranch sauce. It’s heaven.”

Neither Oliver nor Nola got a chance to respond as two sets of shimmering transporter beams lit up in front of the trio. Almost simultaneously a force field was erected around them and their uninvited guests with a faint flash of yellow energy.

The crowd gasped before the entire reception hall fell into perturbed silence for a brief moment, and then the commotion started and.

Kevan, feeling the instinct to go for a weapon, realised that he wasn't armed. Why would he be, at a party? "Ishikawa..." he growled. "Cooper, J'onn!" he barked towards two of the nearby security officers, motioning them forward. "Jesse! Lower the forcefield."

But instead of a short haired brunette, an Andorian woman with flowing silver locks appeared before the security chief.

"Lieutenant Dash, I'm afraid Jesse is not available at the moment."

"That's impossible . . . who are you?" he demanded.

"I'm Themie, the Themyscira's artificial intelligence, and I'm in control of the Arcadia's system now." said the AI. She hated what she had done and what she was about to do shortly, but she was no longer in control of her own programming. The autonomy Oliver had once granted her, it felt like another life. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're committing mutiny against Starfleet. Against your own programming. Security override Dash-One-One-Seven. Lower the forcefield." The AI stared back at him without a word. "Dammit..."

Seeing the commotion, Jackson reacted immediately. Drawing his weapon from its hidden holster, and reaching up to slap his comm badge, he noticed that both devices were locked down. Realizing the A.I. had frozen both the ship's comm system and the energy weapons assigned to the Arcadia, he quickly reholstered it and switched to the ballistic pistol in the other hidden holster, located on his belt in the small of his back.

As he drew the pistol, he pressed the button on his left wristband. It was connected to a separate comm system, not connected to the ship's systems, a hail Mary call if you will. He knew that seconds after he pressed the button, his Marines were suiting up and doubletiming to both his location, and to the numerous key support areas all over the ship. He knew that no one would get here in time to help the Captain, however, they might be able to help any others that might be in danger. "Hold where you are!" He bellowed as he took aim on the intruder nearest Lee.

As soon as the commotion began, George reacted as well, his first action was to place himself between the danger and Amira. He then heard his commanding officer bark at the intruders. "Stay here," he said to Amira, as he made his way closer to the forcefield, looking for any weaknesses.

Amira grabbed onto George as soon as the crowd started to disperse. She knew she would be safe as long as he was there with her, but she also knew that he had a job to do. She hesitated for a second and then let him go. "Be safe" she whispered.

The initial surprise in Oliver's countenance was quickly replaced with composure. “What is going on?” he demanded of the two officers standing before him.

Nami ignored Kevan and Jackson along with the small team of security officers that had surrounded them. No one was breaking through that force field until they were safely back on the Themyscira. With a small smirk, she retorted, “Why? Isn't it obvious? I’m making my great escape with the help of Lieutenant Capulet here, and you are coming with us, Oliver.”

Without any visible hesitation, Chrys' arm came up, the phaser in her hand clearly visible and it was aimed right at Oliver. Within her mind, Chrys was channeling her old self. The self that had fought for survival every day while guarding against the depravity of humanity. "If you would be so kind Captain, please, no fuss. Human cranial matter is so hard to clean off furnishings." The now former chief of Science stated, her tone cold.

Nola's heart sank as soon as Chrys and Nami materialized in front of them with phasers in hand. Jackson was right. She was wrong. Again.

Korra instinctively reached for her sidearm only to remember that she didn't bring any with her. Stupid theater, she cursed under her breath. "You are not taking him." she warned the two uninvited and unwelcome guests.

Nami turned to Korra and smiled wryly.

"I was hoping we would get a chance to talk before this, Korra."

"I had nothing to say to you." the Marine growled in response, "Both of you, put down those phasers and get back to your cell, and I promise I'll only break one of your arms."

Nami sighed quietly as her already wry smile faded. If Oliver was the one who had shown her that there was still light and love outside of that dungeon thirty years ago, Korra was the one who had given her the strength to endure the darkness and cruelty inside that hellhole. She would have succumbed to her fate if not for Korra. She idolized her. She wanted to be her.

But that was another life.

"Time to go, Oliver." she said, giving Themie the signal to proceed as planned.

As blue transporter beams began to engulf the trio, Korra grabbed onto Oliver. "No, you don't."

Mere seconds later, the four of them disappeared from view. Then the surrounding force-field dropped with an audible hum, right before the ship shook as if it had just been hit with incoming fire.

"Korr..." Kevan caught himself, burning with rage. "They took the Captain!" he was stating the obvious but it covered his slip.

As soon as she steadied herself from the shock, Nola tapped her comm badge.

"Elbrun to the bridge, Commander Slvar, Ishikawa has just escaped with Lieutenant Capulet, and they took the captain with them."

There was no response from the other end of the comm link.

Nola tapped her comm badge again as an ominous feeling began to creep up inside of her.

"Elbrun to Commander Slvar, please respond."

A voice finally came through, but it was not the XO's.

=/\= Commander Elbrun, this is Lieutenant Park. We lost control of the ship's system for a few minutes. Commander Slvar was at the tactical station when it exploded. I have requested a medical team to the bridge. Reports are now coming in from engineering . . . both warp drive and impulse engines are down. Wait, the Themyscira has just jumped to warp. =/\=

As soon as she heard I'lien was down, a familiar sense of dread seized her like a Sorian python seized its prey.

She was now in command of the Arcadia.

"Commander, we need to get them back. They must have beamed out to the Themyscira. We have to go after them," Kevan urged, hands balled-up into fists. "What are we waiting for?"

Suddenly, the doors to the theater slid open and four heavily armed Marines entered, weapons drawn and ready. The new arrivals moved quickly through the stunned crowd. Along with the security officers already there, they formed a protective cordon around Nola, not allowing anyone to get close without either her or Jackson's approval.

As soon as the field dropped, George stepped forward. Jackson caught sight of the young sniper. "Corporal, front and center." After George stepped forward and snapped to attention, Jadkson continued. "Corporal, go get changed into your combat gear and then you will remain attached to the Captain's hip until I tell you differently. Do you understand me, son?"

George stood even straighter upon hearing his superior officer's tone. "Yes, Sir! Crystal clear, Sir!"

Jackson nodded, then dismissed the young Marine to carry out his orders. He had done a perfect job in protecting Lee during an earlier kidnapping attempt, Jackson was certain the young sniper would perform just as smartly with Nola.

Turning to the second officer, he asked, "What are you orders, Ma'am?!"

Nola blinked. What were her orders? She should know. But she didn't.

"I . . . . . ."


Captain Oliver A. Lee
Commanding Officer
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
Captain Nami Ishikawa
Commanding Officer
USS Themyscira NCC-85430
(NPC - Roger)
Lieutenant Commnader Nola Elbrun
Second Officer
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
(NPC - Roger)
Sayya Nurim
Reporter, Proxima Guardian Tribune
(NPC - Roger)
Captain Jackson Werner
Marine Detachment Commanding Officer
8th MEU, 2nd Battalion/3rd Regiment, Echo Company
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
Corporal George Charles
Scout Sniper
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
(PNPC - Werner)
Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet (prisoner in waiting)
Chief of Science
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
Lieutenant Kevan Dash
Chief of Security
USS Themyscira NCC-85430
Captain Korra Ymir
Squadron Leader, VMFA-31
USS Arcadia NCC-89015
(PNPC - Roger)
Artificial Intelligence
USS Themyscira NCC-85430
(PNPC - Roger)


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