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ENC: Pon Farr Serenade: EpilogueEPILOGUEUSS ENCELADUS, SHACKLETON EXPANSEJUNE 22, 2380Lying in bed in the near-darkness, with T’Laris curled up against him fast asleep and the two of them wrapped in his sheared beaver blanket, Garadun idly stroked the soft skin of her upper arm and sleepily tried to take it all in. He’d woken in the middle of the night as he so often did, and so far he hadn’t been able to get back to sleep. T’Laris was his girlfriend. His girlfriend. The young Vulcan was tremendously sensual and loving in bed, eager and passionate and oh-so needy of their lovemaking. When she orgasmed it was a moment of glory that she never wanted to end. Alone together, she was the opposite of everything that Vulcans were supposed to be: logical, dispassionate, unfeeling. T’Laris’ emotions were powerful, like those of all Vulcans; but unlike the vast majority of her people, she wasn’t afraid of them. And with Garadun now in her life, she embraced them. With him she felt safe and secure and free to be herself, without judgement or reproach. The feelings ran both ways. Until that fateful moment when he had mated with her during the pon farr, Garadun hadn’t believed that he’d ever be with a woman again; let alone be in another committed relationship. His heart hadn’t just been broken with losing Sajeen, but ripped apart. And for the longest time the merest thought of finding another woman desirable had felt like he was betraying Sajeen’s memory, that he was being unfaithful to her. T’Laris had healed him of his broken heart, and his guilt. Lying there on his back he stared into the dark bedroom and forgave himself. Sajeen, he knew deep down, wouldn’t want him to spend the rest of his life alone. T’Laris shifted in her sleep; her left arm moving across his chest and her left leg over his left leg, her breasts pressed against his chest, her soft mound against his hip, cuddling against him almost possessively. Perhaps she was being possessive, even while asleep. With typical Vulcan candour she had told him how strong her feelings for him were becoming, how glad she was that they were involved. “We are mated, you and I,” she’d declared after they’d made love. And maybe we are at that, Garadun thought as he lay there with her in the fur. He had a tendency to bond quickly in any case, and for him sex had never been a casual thing, not when real emotions were involved. Sex certainly wasn’t casual for T’Laris, who regarded it as the most intimate possible thing two people could share, as much as a mind-meld. And with Vulcans, sex almost always led to a psychic connection, a bond. There was no question of the bond they shared. Then nature, bitch that it was, asserted itself relentlessly until he was forced to slip out from under his girlfriend’s embrace and make his way into the bathroom to answer that annoying call of nature which also left such a satisfying sense of relief afterwards. When he returned to the bedroom and came around to his side of the bed, T’Laris sat up. “Garadun, are you all right?” she inquired softly. “Fine, sorry to wake you,” he whispered. “Bathroom call.” “Ah, understood.” He got back into bed with her and T’Laris cuddled close, pulling the fur blanket over them again. She gave a content sigh, using his shoulder as a pillow. He rolled over to face her and she snuggled even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest, arms about him and legs intertwined. “Garadun?” “Yes?” “I am glad that we are ‘seeing each other’,” she confessed. Garadun held her a little tighter. “The feeling’s mutual, T’Laris.” T’Laris made a satisfied little sound. Her body began to relax and it wasn’t long before her breathing became soft and steady. Garadun soon drifted to sleep as well, astonished by the revelation that they were a couple. Perfectly logical, all things considered.
ENC: Pon Farr Serenade: 77USS ENCELADUS, SHACKLETON EXPANSEJUNE 22, 2380The salvage operation on the Romulan warbird proved to be a fairly straightforward if labour-intensive operation. Cera commanded the away team which included Lieutenant T’Nara and Crewmen Vorok and Sovar from sciences; Ensign Sarov and Crewman Stovel from operations; Crewmen Suran and T’Val from engineering; Crewmen Salis and T’Pel from command; and Crewmen T’Laris, Kolang and Dara from security. Priority was of course the recovery of the Romulan cloaking device. They found it damaged and non-functioning but fully intact – which was more than Cera had hoped for. For her this meant a much easier job of figuring out how it worked. She was the only person on the entire ship who had a hands-on working knowledge of cloaking devices, having built Calypso’s cloaking device using raw parts and a technical guide. This bit of information came as a surprise to Captain Harada, who was openly thrilled. His belief that he had the best damn engineer in Starfleet was only reinforced. They not only recovered the cloaking device but downloaded all they could from the warbird’s computers, which admittedly wasn’t much. They also stripped out the ship‘s disruptor cannons and shield generators, along with any other bits of technology that was intact and seemed worth taking. Relations with the Romulan Empire were peaceful at the moment, but Harada wasn’t naïve or stupid. The Romulans were the Federation’s oldest enemy and the recent assassination of the entire Romulan Senate wasn’t going to change things. The Treaty of Algeron might forbid the Federation from developing and using cloaking technology, but the treaty didn’t say anything about studying cloaking devices or figuring out how to see through them. The wrecked warbird was a genuine prize and there was no way that Harada was going to let it slip through Starfleet’s fingers. Finders keepers. While there were certainly spineless members of the Federation Council, as well as admirals at Starfleet Command, who would see salvaging a downed warbird for technological secrets as ‘provocative’ and would want to return everything to the Romulans, Harada knew those cowardly voices would be overruled by more realistic members of Starfleet Command. It took a few days to recover everything they could; after which Captain Harada gave the order for the stripped warbird to be obliterated from orbit. This of course included the bodies of the crew, who were laid to rest with as much dignity as was possible before being destroyed along with their ship. The U.S.S. Faraday was destroyed as well in a solemn ceremony, after the bodies of the crew were recovered. Each lost crewmember was coffined in a gleaming black torpedo casing and draped with the flag of the United Federation of Planets, laid out in Cargo Bay 1. Enceladus was returning them to Starbase 123 for formal burial.When Cera arrived at Holodeck 2 she saw that the program was running and open to all visitors. She, along with the rest of the crew, had received a notice from Garadun that he had created a new holodeck program and had uploaded it to the holodeck’s library for everyone’s use. The ‘official launch’ of the program was today at 1500 hours and anyone who wanted to try it out was welcome to join in. There was just one rule: no ranks or uniforms allowed. There was no way that Cera was going to pass it up. Garadun hadn’t made a program since they’d arrived in the twenty-fourth century, and this was another sign that he was finally getting on with his life again. Checking the listing, she saw the program was simply called Chalk Dust. She entered the holodeck and found herself in a large billiards hall – or more accurately, a pool hall. The floor was grey linoleum; the lower half of the walls covered in wood panelling with the upper half off-white plaster. The ceiling featured thick beams and ceiling fans, with lamps dangling above the pool tables; the lighting was otherwise subdued. There was a bar at the rear of the hall, and small tables with barstools stood close to the walls. There were seven pool tables in all, along with a single snooker table, and a foosball table in a corner not far from the bar. Old movie posters decorated the walls, along with small blackboards listing the food and drink available. Pool cue racks were on the walls at regular intervals, a big leather sofa sat in another corner of the room, and rock music was playing from discreet speakers near the ceiling. The entire place looked right out of the late twentieth, early twenty-first century on Earth. Working at the bar was the singular bit of weirdness: a robot bartender. It had a very mechanical head with a narrow dark visor for its ‘eyes’ and a big square screen that made up much of its ‘face’. It wore a white collared shirt with a grey bowtie, a grey waistcoat, a red jacket with black leather lapels, and white gloves. The robot was the only holographic character present. Everyone else in the pool hall was a member of the crew. Cera wasn’t surprised to see that Pelg, Kelly and Sindari had turned up; the Ferengi was eating from a basket of onion rings while watching the women play. Lieutenant Jalin was present; as was Counsellor Darianne, and Ensigns Samara Browning and Lydel. Crewmen Neela, Onara, Finn and Grexx were there, along with Kolang and Yara Jansen. She looked for Garadun and saw him at a pool table in the middle of the room, close to the right wall. Magik was sitting on a barstool watching, and T’Laris was playing him. It was the first time that Cera had seen the pretty Vulcan out of uniform. Her long brownish-blonde hair was in a simple ponytail, displaying her shapely ears. She had chosen to get into the spirit of things because her clothes matched the setting: close-fitting jeans that showed off her ass, white sneakers, and a black tee with the Vulcan IDIC on it in a simple yellow logo. In fact if was the first time Cera had ever seen any of the ship’s Vulcans not wearing either their uniform or traditional Vulcan attire. Magik spotted Cera and miaowed cheerfully, waving a paw. Cera waved back and made her way to their table, greeting other members of the crew along the way. Kolang was at the bar with Yara and she heard the robot ask, “Would you like some more?” “Hey, Lieutenant, glad you made it!” Pelg called amiably. Garadun was leaning on his pool cue. “Pelg, what’s the rule in here?” The young Ferengi winced. “Oh right, sorry! ‘No ranks, no uniforms’.” “Hey, Gar, Magik,” said Cera, smiling. “T’Laris, good to see you.” “Miss Rigel,” said T’Laris politely as she lined up her shot. She sunk the nine ball and began looking for her next shot. Cera sat on the barstool next to Magik and watched her and Garadun play. He was more at ease than she’d seen him in two years; relaxed and content in what for him was an extremely comfortable and homey environment. T’Laris also seemed much at ease and wore her ‘archaic’ clothing as if born to them. It was then Cera realised she was also the first Vulcan she’d seen wear a ‘costume’ for the holodeck. Hell, most Vulcans that she knew only used the holodeck for training purposes. Friends usually had to cajole them into participating recreationally. Glancing around the pool hall, Cera took note that everyone else’s civilian attire was modern Federation casual: everything from current fashion trends to specific cultural attire. Kolang, for example, was in the leathers and suedes favoured by Klingons, and he carried his d’k tahg as he always did. When T’Laris missed her third shot she actually muttered a soft damn before stepping back from the table to allow Garadun room to play. He gave her a smirk as he searched the table for his next shot, and T’Laris gave him a slight yet warm smile in reply. It was that shared glance which convinced Cera that there was more to their relationship than simple friendship. Their body language gave them away: they were too comfortable with each other to not have feelings for one other. “Get you a drink, Cera?” Yara offered from the bar. “A beer, please, thank you,” Cera replied. Yara arrived with their drinks, handing Cera her pint as Garadun narrowly failed to make his shot. T’Laris then leaned over the table and made her last three shots, winning the game. She gave Garadun a friendly and almost smug smile. There was more emotion in her expression than Cera had ever seen on a Vulcan before, at least in public. “Who is next?” T’Laris inquired as Garadun carefully laid his pool cue against the wall next to Magik. Yara gave Cera a questioning look. “Please, be my guest,” Cera told her, grinning. “Okay, girl, I’ll take you on,” said Yara challengingly. “Then rack them up, Yara.“ While Yara was busy with this, T’Laris came around the table to stand next to Garadun, carefully chalking her cue. They weren’t touching, and he was scritching Magik behind the ears, but again Cera noticed their body language. It was subtle yet unmistakable: they had feelings for each other. They might even be dating, Cera thought happily. Good for them And well done, Gar.Chalk Dust had proven to be a popular holodeck setting among those who had attended; many congratulated Garadun on his design and programming. It wasn’t complicated and there was no story to follow, and no special costuming required. You simply went in and relaxed with your friends, like being at the McKinley Club. Word quickly got around like it always did on a small ship such as Enceladus, and members of Beta shift used it later on in the day once they were off-duty. Stepping out of the turbolift on Deck 3, T’Laris quickly glanced both left and right to see that she was alone before taking a right down the corridor. She paused at the next intersection, looking around again to be sure she was alone, before making another right and walking to the very end of the corridor and stopping at the left-hand door.She pressed the buzzer. “It’s me.” The door split open with its usual faint hiss and there was Garadun, smiling. She gave another quick glance down the corridor before entering his quarters. “Nobody saw you?” he asked. T’Laris shook her head. “I was alone since entering the turbolift.” Garadun nodded and strolled into the kitchenette. T’Laris gave a little sigh and set the PADD she was carrying on the coffee table before unzipping her uniform jacket. The clothes she’d worn in the holodeck had been far more comfortable, but her uniform gave an official air to anything she did – such as dropping by Ensign Garadun’s quarters with a PADD in hand. It would appear like a professional visit. Magik was on the couch and watching TV; she miaowed hello to the young Vulcan. “Good evening, Magik.” T’Laris removed her jacket, draping it on the back of a dining table chair, then stepped up behind Garadun and ran a hand over his back. She felt him react positively to her caress, which pleased her. “I have wanted to touch you all day,” she admitted. “Same here,” he said, looking at her, and they kissed. T’Laris looked at the contents of the pot he was stirring. “Is that plomeek soup?” “I replicated the ingredients to make it from scratch,” he said, smiling. “But there’s no guarantee it’s gonna taste any good.” “You went to all that effort for me?” “Of course I did. And you know I like plomeek soup.” T’Laris kissed him again. “You are a good boyfriend.” “Do what I can,” he told her affectionately. “And you’re a great girlfriend.” “I am very gratified you think so,” she said, then glanced down and took his hand. “I am not ashamed of you, Garadun, nor of us. I need you to understand that.” “I didn’t think you were,” he said, genuinely puzzled. “Because it is not the reason I wish our relationship to remain private,” she explained. “I am glad that we are a couple. It is just…” “Hey, T’Laris, I get it.” Garadun cupped her chin and lifted her head so he could look her in those lovely blue-grey eyes of hers. “I understand.” “Do you?” “Yes, I do. Privacy is very important to you. It’s one of the many things we share. So I have no problem with it. I’m just trying my best not to give us away.” “I thought you were adequately casual this afternoon,” she remarked. “Thanks.” He grinned. “And you looked amazing.” T’Laris smiled. “Thank you. I find twentieth century attire comfortable.” Garadun stirred the plomeek soup again. “It wasn’t easy, not touching you. But like I said: I get it. You’re my girlfriend and this is our deal.” T’Laris surprised him by curling her arms around his waist from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder. She kissed his cheek and removed the band holding her long blondish hair in ponytail, shaking it free. “Yes, it is our deal. And I wish to make love tonight.” Garadun almost dropped the spoon on the floor. “Really?” “Of course I do,” she said, kissing his neck. “You are my boyfriend and I am your girlfriend. We are sexually compatible. It has been a week since we mated, and I want to mate again.” Garadun turned in her arms to look at her in confusion. “But I thought it was only like once every seven years.” T’Laris kissed him. “Vulcans are driven to mate once every seven years. We are not limited to once every seven years,” she explained. “And I am V’tosh ka’tur. I will not hide from my emotions or my desires, not anymore, and certainly not with you.” Garadun’s entire world brightened. “So whenever you want, then?” “Oh yes.” T’Laris kissed him. “I want you to take me again in all that fabulously soft fur. But after dinner. I do not wish to waste your plomeek soup.” “Gods, this is gonna be the longest dinner ever,” he groaned. T’Laris smiled playfully. “Well, perhaps just a small bowl, then.”
ENC: Pon Farr Serenade: 66FGC-645754, SHACKLETON EXPANSEJUNE 18, 2380“Ops, can you identify that ship?” Captain Harada requested. “It’s an Orion scout,” Garadun replied automatically. “He’s correct, Captain,” Lieutenant Tyson added. “Computer records identify it as an Orion scout vessel. But this class of ship hasn’t been used for at least fifty years, maybe a century. It’s a very old design.” “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” Garadun remarked, smirking. “Captain, I’m reading modern phaser banks and torpedoes,” Jalin supplied. “The hull configuration may be an old design, but it’s packing modern weaponry.” “The Klingons have also been using some of the same basic designs for centuries,” Commander Valis agreed. “Like the D7 and the Bird-of-Prey.” “Hail them,” Harada instructed. Oh god, here we go, Garadun thought in annoyance. “No answer to our hails,” Tyson announced. “Their shields are up and phasers fully charged,” Jalin supplied. “Speed increasing.” “They’re gonna attack us…” Garadun sounded exasperated. And sure enough the Orion vessel opened fire with its phasers just before zooming past the Enceladus at full impulse. Then it spat out a photon torpedo from an aft launcher. Enceladus shook from the blasts; Garadun turned the ship to face the Orion scout but that was all. This wasn’t the Calypso. He had to wait for orders to do something. “Captain, shields down to eighty-seven percent,” Jalin told him. “Open a channel,” Harada ordered. “Orion vessel, this is the U.S.S. Enceladus–“ “Not gonna work…” Garadun muttered to himself. “If you do not break off, we will be forced to defend ourselves. With lethal force if necessary. Respond.” In reply the Orion scout fired another photon torpedo – which Garadun deliberately did nothing to evade – and then came about on another attack run at warp 1, firing and striking with its phasers. As the ship shook some more, Cera could be heard making an audible and frustrated sigh. Garadun literally plunked his head onto the helm. “Still no response to our hails!” Tyson called out. “Of course there’s no response!” Garadun snapped angrily, lifting his head to glare at Harada. “That’s a fucking Orion ship! Pirate or Syndicate. Either way they don’t talk, not unless they’re getting their asses kicked!” “You’re out of line, Mr Garadun,” Valis told him. “He’s not wrong, though,” Jalin put in. “Orion pirates aren’t much into talking.” “Evasive Pattern Gamma,” Harada declared. “Jalin, lock phasers.” Basically ignoring Captain Harada’s instructions, Garadun brought Enceladus to warp 1.5 and took off after the Orions. They chucked a torpedo at the Enceladus and he jinked out of the way. They went to warp 2 and he went to 3, tearing through the asteroid belt, dodging and weaving. Jalin took a couple shots with the phasers and missed. “Captain, this isn’t Evasive Pattern Gamma,” Valis told him. Captain Harada straightened a bit in his seat. “Mr Garadun–“ “I don’t do ‘patterns’,” he said, half to himself. Warp 4 and they were out of the belt and into open space. The Orion scout weaved and dodged and fired the odd torpedo at its pursuer. Jalin continued taking shots with the phasers as her shipmate kept increasing speed to gain on their target. Warp 5. Warp 6. Warp 7. Warp 8. Warp 9 and they were closing the gap. The Orions poured it on and they scored a few hits on Enceladus’ shields. They topped out at warp 9.1 and Garadun increased to warp 9.3 until they were a couple hundred kilometres behind the scout and about to overshoot. Garadun throttled back to 9.1 and kept right on the Orion’s tail as it weaved and jinked and utterly failed to lose the Enceladus. “Y’know, as fun as this is,” Garadun remarked, “are we ever taking this bugger out? Or we just gonna hail them some more?” “Jalin, aim for their engines,” Harada instructed, feeling his face warm with a slight bit of embarrassment. He glanced over at Cera and she gave him a Well, are we? look that reminded him (once again) that these two did not follow Starfleet procedures – or even combat tactics, apparently. Jalin fired the phasers and scored a direct hit on the Orion scout’s engine ring. But it wasn’t enough to cripple the ship; it hadn’t taken nearly enough damage. The turbolift door whooshed open and Magik made her appearance, mrowing as she hurried across the bridge to jump atop the helm station, just to Garadun’s right. She crouched down and watched the main viewer as Enceladus chased the Orion vessel. “Lieutenant,” Harada ordered. “Photon torpedoes. Full spread.” “Aye, sir,” Jalin replied and launched a spread of four torpedoes that exploded all over the Orion vessel. It lurched and spun and its warp field started collapsing. Garadun immediately slammed on the brakes and dropped out of warp to match the Orions as they went sublight. They turned in a tight bank and he followed. “Hail the Orions,” said Harada. “Tell them to surrender.” That ain’t gonna happen, Garadun thought to himself. “No response, sir,” said Lieutenant Tyson from ops, before the Orions fired another couple of torpedoes from their aft launcher – which Garadun dodged. Magik sat up and looked back at Captain Harada, mrowing at him with her ears back. The Orions fired an aft phaser bank and struck the Enceladus, its shields holding. “We clearly have them outmatched,” Valis remarked. “What’re they doing?” Garadun managed to stay quiet and do his job. Cera finally spoke up. “They’re Orions, Commander,” Cera explained from the engineering station. “They don’t do a lot of surrendering; especially not after destroying a Federation starship. They know what’ll happen to them if they’re caught.” “Starfleet doesn’t execute prisoners,” Captain Harada countered angrily. “Yeah, but the Syndicate does,” said Garadun, unable to hold it in. “They get sent to prison, the Syndicate’ll get to them. If they’re independent pirates… well, the Federation doesn’t look too kindly on piracy, and murder. At least it didn’t used to.” “It still doesn’t,” Harada confirmed. “Still, try hailing them. Maybe–“ “Captain, I’m reading a massive build-up in their warp core,” Jalin declared. Garadun didn’t hesitate or wait for orders. He banked, dove the ship, and jumped to warp before anyone knew what was happening. The Orion scout self-destructed seconds later – an explosion that would have badly damaged or crippled Enceladus if it had been anywhere near it. Magik gave a very satisfied miaow when Tyson switched the image on the viewscreen to display the impressive and rapidly dissipating fireball that had been an Orion pirate vessel only seconds before. Garadun dropped back to sublight. “Mr Garadun, place us in orbit of the planet,” Harada instructed. “If the Faraday was destroyed because of something down there, I want to know what it is.” Garadun changed course. “Aye, sir.” “T’Nara, begin scanning the surface,” Harada added. “Do what you can to cut past the interference the rings are giving.” “Aye, Captain,” said T’Nara and put her attention on her sensors. “And Mr Garadun.” Garadun turned in his seat. “Sir?” Harada gave him an approving smile. “Nice flying.” “Thank you, sir.”The metallic mass turned out to be a derelict Romulan Norexan-class warbird. It was in very bad shape. From what the ship’s sensors could determine, the warbird had been ravaged by a particularly bad ion storm before succumbing to the planet’s high gravity and crashing into its surface. The vessel’s central hull was broken in four places and its starboard wing was sheered off. There were no life signs. Captain Harada looked over at T’Nara. “Lieutenant: how long’s it been there?” “According to our readings, at least a month, Captain,” she replied. “Well, this answers the question of whether or not the Romulans have been entering the Shackleton Expanse,” Valis remarked. “And why the Faraday was destroyed by the Orions,” Harada noted grimly. Valis nodded in agreement. “Salvage.” “Salvage?” said Tyson, puzzled. “For what, Commander? It’s a total wreck.” “Mr Garadun: care to answer Mr Tyson’s question?” Harada asked. Garadun turned his seat to look at Tyson. “It may be a wreck, but it’s still packed with highly advanced and incredibly valuable technology. The cloaking device alone would be worth a fortune on the black market.” Lieutenant Tyson nodded agreeably. “Ah, got it.” “Speaking of, Captain,” said Jalin. “Are we going down for a look around?” “This planet’s surface gravity is 1.89 G, Lieutenant,” T’Nara supplied. “Any recovery efforts would be exceedingly difficult, if not hazardous.” “She does have a point, Captain,” Valis agreed. Harada scratched his beard thoughtfully. “Then what do you suggest?” “Destroy what’s left from orbit,” Valis replied. “As Mr Garadun says, that warbird is filled with advanced technology. We can’t let criminals like Orion pirates get their hands on it. And especially not if that was a Syndicate vessel. They’ll send another.” “I concur, Captain,” said T’Nara. “Jalin, what do you think?” Harada asked, turning to look at her. “I think we should send an away team to investigate, sir,” the Andorian replied. “I agree, Captain,” Cera interjected. “And I’m volunteering to lead that away team. If we can locate the ship’s cloaking device, and it’s intact, then I’m sure we can figure a way out to penetrate the cloak.” “That would be an enormous tactical asset for Starfleet, Captain,” Jalin agreed. Harada nodded. “Mr Garadun: your opinion?” “Not going after the cloaking device would be epically stupid, sir,” Garadun replied. “Agreeing to that idiotic Treaty of Algeron is already one of the most moronic things the Federation has ever done – and that’s saying something.” Valis bristled. “Excuse me, Ensign?” Garadun gave her a look. “Giving up the right to develop cloaking technology is galactic-level stupidity, Commander. The Romulans have it, the Klingons have it; so the Federation wilfully not having it is so insanely stupid that whoever made that decision should’ve been put up against the wall and shot.” Valis gaped at him in shock. “So if we can’t have it, then we should at least be able to see through it.” Jalin closed her eyes. Finally. Someone has the nerve to say what needed to be said. “As ever, Mr Garadun, you don’t hold back your feelings,” Harada observed with a slight smile. “And I happen to agree with you and Jalin that being able to see through the cloaking device would be an enormous asset for Starfleet.” Garadun looked at Jalin and they shared a comradely smile. Since joining the crew he had come to not only respect but genuinely like the Andorian chief of security. They had a lot in common, particularly when it came to matters of security. “Lieutenant Rigel, assemble an away team,” Captain Harada told her and she nodded happily. “I believe we’re going to need our strongest people. Literally.” Cera stood. “I agree, sir. T’Nara, you’re with me. Not only are you our science officer, but as a Vulcan you have the physical endurance to withstand the high gravity.” “Quite correct,” said T’Nara. “Come on, we’ll get all the other Vulcans,” said Cera and made for the turbolift. “And the Klingons. They’ll enjoy looting a Romulan warbird,” she added, smirking.
ENC: Pon Farr Serenade: 55FGC-645754, SHACKLETON EXPANSEJUNE 18, 2380As it turned out, the warnings which had been given about the hazards of the Shackleton Expanse hadn’t been exaggerated. The entire spinward edge of the Expanse where it met the border of Federation space was covered in what was called the Endurance Divide: a massive region of interstellar dust, cold gases and numerous brown dwarfs. It effectively neutralised accurate sensor scans, and increased the amount of power that was needed to maintain a stable subspace warp bubble. The Divide varied from one to three light-years in thickness, and Starfleet scientists recommended that ships maintain low warp speeds while passing through the Divide to reduce wear and tear on subspace coils. It was also recommended that detailed sensor sweeps were maintained to spot dangerous obstacles, and dense conglomerations of gas and dust that could tax the ability of the primary deflector array in protecting the starship from harm. Further, while inside the Divide, the skies were literally dimmed by the huge concentrations of dust. Brown dwarf star systems were often the brightest to be found, and as of yet no M-class worlds had been discovered. Garadun prided himself on not being an idiot, and heeded the advice of those Starfleet ships who’d come before them. It took them less than a day at warp 9.2 to reach the border of the Shackleton Expanse; at which point he slowed Enceladus to warp 6 to pass through the Endurance Divide. Garadun did a full triple shift at the helm (with small breaks) for that first part of their journey, sometimes easing back to warp 5 for a bit when passing through a particularly dense region of dust and-or gas. He quietly cursed the Expanse for being a pain in the ass to navigate, but didn’t complain about having to do the flying. This was why he was on Enceladus: to pilot the starship to the best of his ability. That was his job. It was while passing through the Endurance Divide that Garadun finally earned the full respect of Captain Harada and some of the other senior and junior officers. He had lived up to Cera’s repeated assertions that he was the best damn pilot in Starfleet; if only people would leave him alone to do what he did best: fly the ship. His stubborn refusal to leave the helm for three shifts until they passed through the worst of the Divide also earned him respect as someone who took his job seriously. He hated regs and protocols, and got pissed-off if he (or anyone else for the matter) was bothered while off-duty. But when it came to doing the job – the job – he was all-in. As Enceladus headed deeper into the Shackleton Expanse, the navigation problems continued, although not nearly as bad as while passing through the Divide. The entire volume of the Expanse was subject to weird gravimetric distortions and ripples in space-time, a phenomenon known as ‘The Washboard’. Along the edges of the Expanse, vessels had their warp fields compressed or expanded as the local space-time around them was distorted. Even with inertial dampeners, to the crew it felt like the ship was accelerating or decelerating. It had been The Washboard effect which had prevented any meaningful exploration of the Expanse until only about twenty years previously, when warp engines had finally advanced enough to partially counteract it. Worse, the effect wasn’t consistent or predictable, and a lot of people got space sick. The source of The Washboard phenomenon was located deep in the Expanse: three abnormally massive white dwarf stars called the Washboard Triplets, orbiting each other in an extremely complex stellar dance. What little is known of the Washboard Triplets by the Federation Science Council suggests they might be artificially created. But since the distortions with ten light-days of them are so extreme, what few probes have been sent have been destroyed. Until a special starship could be built to investigate them, Starfleet’s basic policy was to stay at least five light-years away from the Triplets. So when they finally dropped out of warp at their destination, it came as a great relief for the entire ship’s crew.For the last few days it hadn’t only been the Shackleton Expanse that had been a bit of a challenge for Garadun, but keeping his budding new relationship with T’Laris a secret. He was no teenager who, like, had to text his new girlfriend, like, every five seconds. But they had been extremely intimate with each other; not only the sex, but all that came with being part of the pon farr. T’Laris had asked him to be her boyfriend and he had accepted. They both wanted to spend time with each other so they could, y’know, actually spend time together so they could get to know each other. The hitch of course was that T’Laris wanted to keep everything very private until she was ready to go public with their relationship. Garadun respected her and her wishes all the way, and keeping it private was what they were doing. But that whole pon farr bond thing was most definitely there. He thought about her frequently, and not just because he was at the very start of a brand-new relationship. He could sense their psychic bond in an incredibly vague and yet undeniable way. On the plus side they were both on the Alpha shift, which meant arranging time to be together was relatively simple. And they basically hid in plain sight by starting up a very public and altogether normal friendship, like any members of the crew would. T’Laris was already friends with Pelg and Yara (among others) who were also Garadun’s friends. Hang out in a group and don’t get all touchy-feely, and there you go. The fact that T’Laris was Vulcan and good at controlling her emotions helped. But what Garadun was learning about T’Laris, and which was fuelling his increasing affection for her, was that she was not like most Vulcans. Her emotions were closer to the surface and she firmly believed that there was more to life than logic. She had been raised in a traditional Vulcan family of scientists, and it had been expected for her to attend the Vulcan Science Academy. T’Laris rebelled. Although she enjoyed astronomy and stellar cartography, she wanted to be out there among the stars, not just study them. Her beliefs about logic and emotions made her an iconoclast in Vulcan society. Her family and others regarded her as V’tosh ka’tur, which meant ‘Vulcans without logic’. It was the typical kind of social branding you found in any conservative culture: don’t behave a certain way and get persecuted for it. So T’Laris finally ran off to Starfleet where she joined the enlisted programme, not even going to the Academy to earn a commission. And she made matters worse by joining security and not entering the sciences division. If you’re going to rebel, you might as well go all the way.Garadun couldn’t help but admire a woman like that.Cera was in the turbolift and on her way to the bridge when it came to a halt on Deck 6 to let on more passengers. When the door slid open she saw Garadun, T’Laris, Lieutenant Jalin, Yara and Kolang all waiting. Jalin gave a sort of smirk. “I think it’ll be a little crowded in there for all of us,” the Andorian observed. “You headed for the bridge?” Cera asked. “We are,” Garadun replied, looking at Jalin before stepping inside. Jalin nodded and joined them. Yara hopped in with a grin next, followed by T’Laris and finally Kolang who gave a grunt of annoyance. The big Klingon carried not only a phaser but his personal d’k tahg; it was a matter of honour as well as practicality. “Resume,” Cera stated and looked at Jalin. “So what’ve you guys been up to?” “Firearms training on the holodeck,” the lovely shen answered. “After what Gar did to those Borg in the Smorgasborg program a few weeks ago, I decided that we should have firearms training and add replicated weapons to the ship’s armoury.” “What did Captain Harada say?” “He gave his full approval,” said Jalin in satisfaction. “The P90 is a most efficient weapon,” Kolang declared. “It’s unaffected by dampening fields and cuts down Borg splendidly.” “And everyone else, too,” Yara added. “True.” Cera grinned. “We had them on Calypso. Along with pistols and shotguns.” “I’m having those manufactured as well,” Jalin told her as the turbolift came to a halt. The door opened and Cera, Jalin and Garadun filed out. Cera happened to look back to say bye to Yara and Kolang when she noticed, for just an instant, T’Laris brush the tips of her fingers of one hand against those of Garadun’s as he stepped past her; and he moved his own fingertips against hers in reply. “Catch you guys later,” said Yara affably and the turbolift door closed. Cera walked towards the engineering station, watching Garadun as he made his way to the conn and relieve Crewman Danza. Had she really seen what she’d seen? Were they actually? There was unquestionably a new friendship there that had sprung up over the last few days; something for which she was glad. She wanted Garadun to make friends, to not isolate himself the way he’d done at Starfleet Headquarters. But was there more to it? If there was, then it meant that his heart was, at long last, no longer shattered and he was beginning to move on with his life. Have to keep an eye on them, Cera thought, intrigued.All of the senior bridge crew had been called to the bridge by Captain Harada because they were approaching their destination: a star system listed as FGC-645754 which the U.S.S. Faraday had been investigating when the science vessel went silent. “Mr Garadun, bring us out of warp at the edge of the star system,” Harada instructed. “Everyone, let’s have a good look at what we’re dealing with.” “Aye, sir,” and similar were the replies across the bridge. Enceladus dropped out of warp and immediately began scanning the system not only for the presence of the Faraday, but also anything anomalous or threatening. The star was a yellow-white subgiant classified F9 IV, and around which orbited four planets and an asteroid belt. The first two planets in orbit were D-class: hot, rocky worlds with very little in the way of atmosphere and weak magnetic fields. Beyond them was a ring of millions of asteroids varying in size from small boulders to a handful that might be classified as dwarf planets. At the furthest edge of the system was a J-class gas giant even larger than Jupiter with dozens of moons, some planet-sized, and an incredible ring system. Between the asteroid belt and the gas giant, at the inner edge of the biozone, lay what Earth scientists used to call a “super-Earth” when describing extrasolar planets that were similar to Earth but more massive. The L-class planet was roughly twice the size of Earth with a gravity of 1.89 G, and was orbited by two moons and a ring system. “Captain, I’ve got the Faraday,” announced Lieutenant Tyson at the ops station.Harada turned to look at him. “Where?” “About two million kilometres from the L-class planet,” Tyson replied, then frowned as he studied his readouts. “Captain… she’s adrift. No power signatures at all.” “I read no life signs either,” Lieutenant T’Nara added impassively. “Confirmed,” said Jalin from the tactical station. “No power readings, no life signs, and she’s been in a fight, Captain. The Faraday is very badly damaged.” “Shields up, yellow alert,” Harada quickly ordered. “Mr Garadun–“ “Way ahead of you, sir,” Garadun replied. The moment he’d heard the Faraday was adrift, Garadun had increased to maximum impulse and begun a twisting course in the direction of the derelict vessel. He was not a big believer in letting shit happen to you. Starfleet had this horrible tendency to stand around and do nothing until an enemy started carving them into pieces. And even then, most Starfleet captains would keep letting that enemy blast away at them, over and over, while stupidly trying to hail them. When they eventually got around to firing back, they would aim for weapons or engines instead of trying to eliminate the threat. That idiotic behaviour had only gotten worse in the last hundred years. “Mr Garadun,” said Commander Valis, “what are you doing?” “Making us a hard target,” Garadun answered, sending the Enceladus into a wide and irregular corkscrew as they closed on the Faraday. “A hard target for what?” “For whatever might be lurking around.” He jumped the ship to warp 3 for a couple of seconds before dropping to impulse again. On the main viewer the Faraday was now right in front of them, surrounded by a cloud of debris. He gave it a glance, then put his attention on his sensors, searching for an ambusher. “Captain, I’m reading a large metallic mass on the planet surface,” T’Nara announced. “What kind of metallic mass?” Harada asked. “The planetary rings are interfering with our sensors,” T’Nara answered. “Attempting to compensate.” “I read it as well, Captain,” Tyson added. Harada nodded. “Jalin, have you detected any other vessels?“ Before she could reply, Garadun suddenly banked the ship into a bootlegger turn, like a car sliding its ass on gravel, and took off at warp 6 towards the asteroid belt. While everyone else had been preoccupied with the Faraday and whatever the hell it was on the planet’s surface, he’d been looking for the Faraday’s attacker – assuming they were even in the system. Turned out they were and had been using the asteroid belt as cover. “What the hell?” exclaimed Captain Harada when they just as suddenly dropped out of warp within close range of a many-kilometres-wide asteroid. Emerging from behind it and rapidly increasing speed was a vessel with a configuration he’d never seen before. In fact no-one on the Enceladus’ crew had ever seen its like before. Except for Garadun, that is. He knew the design well. It was an Orion scout ship.
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