Unwanted Guests
by TC Blane
71209.0425
Before, during and after "The Clock is Ticking" and
"Saving the Savior"
-=Aboard the Alchemy=-
by TC Blane
71209.0425
Before, during and after "The Clock is Ticking" and
"Saving the Savior"
-=Aboard the Alchemy=-
TC paced about the bridge of the Alchemy working closely with his fellow shipmates as they struggled to figure out the missing coordinates and thereby Zanh’s location.
He was still dressed in his dark civilian clothing but had since removed the heavy cloak and scarf; both now resided over the back of the unused tactical station’s chair.
He had suggested to Salvek that he could beam back down and wring the information out of Gleen by using a modified 20th century technique called “the tittie twister” on the Ferengi’s sensitive lobes. Salvek cited that even that he was not familiar with that particular method, he felt that if it was not successful they might lose any chance to find Zanh, it was a risk he was not willing to take.
TC silently disagreed with the decision but fully understood the Vulcan’s concern, this was his show and TC was an uninvited guest. Plus, he was technically on vacation.
Just then, Vedek Jariel walked onto the bridge and looked at the staff, he eyes silently conveying strong emotions to all gathered. TC turned his attention towards the man.
"May I help you, Vedek Jariel?" Salvek inquired.
Then to TC’s surprise as well as everyone else’s, he spoke.
“She is suffering.” The three small words sent a shiver down his spine. There was no need to wonder of who he spoke of. His tear-filled eyes explained it all.
TC felt a burn build in the pit of his stomach. Both for what ever horror Zanh Liis might be enduring, but also for the suffering that Vedek was obviously experiencing.
He glanced down at his white knuckled fists and forced himself to relax. *God help anyone who has caused harm to my friend, my Captain. *
The Vedek made his way over to the helm and stood next to February. "May I?"
A verifying nod from Salvek and the young woman stood up from the chair, allowing the Bajoran to sit. The man closed his eyes and then typed in a series of coordinates. He stood and with a nod to Salvek exited the bridge.
TC stared at the now closed doors that Vedek had exited and wondered about the man. He knew very little about him and even less about his relationship with Zanh. He knew that it was much more then simply social. He also knew that if they were unsuccessful in saving Zanh, that two lives would be lost.
Salvek’s voice broke TC from his thoughts. “Mr. Blane, please take tactical and raise the transphasic shielding. We are running silent as of this moment."
Regaining his composure TC nodded his acknowledgment and made his way to the tactical station and raised the shields as ordered.
“Shields are up.”
------Hours Later-----
The Alchemy was at warp and now it was simply a waiting game. This was the part that TC despised and it was evident by his pacing of the bridge. All was ready with the tactical station, he had checked the systems and checked them again.
Now he was just waiting and he hated it.
“Mister Blane, wouldn’t you be more comfortable sitting at the tactical station?” Salvek asked.
TC shook his head. “Not really sir. I prefer to be moving. Unless of course I am bothering you?”
Salvek turned his attention back to the forward screen. “Not at all. I was concerned that you would tire yourself.”
TC grinned. “Your concern is noted, Commander.”
He returned to the tactical station and leaned back against the console. He eyes fell onto the empty seat that February had vacated a short time ago. He wondered how she was doing with consoling the Vedek.
Suddenly the tactical console beeped a warning. He turned to see what was up. He quickly scanned over the information displayed. His eyebrows furrowed together at the site.
“Commander, we have a problem.”
Salvek looked up from the center chair. “Yes?”
"Long range sensors are picking up two concentrations of Tetryon. The concentration and configuration suggests a cloak," TC reported. "One is forward of our position and moving away from us, the other is behind us, traveling along our path. It is hard to get a perfect bearing due to the distance and the fact that they are dropping on and off of the scanners."
Salvek stiffened in his chair. “Can you identify the source?”
TC sighed. “We are still top far off for a positive ID but sensor data suggests that it is Romulan.” TC ran his fingers through his hair. “It would seem that someone else got the message.”
He was still dressed in his dark civilian clothing but had since removed the heavy cloak and scarf; both now resided over the back of the unused tactical station’s chair.
He had suggested to Salvek that he could beam back down and wring the information out of Gleen by using a modified 20th century technique called “the tittie twister” on the Ferengi’s sensitive lobes. Salvek cited that even that he was not familiar with that particular method, he felt that if it was not successful they might lose any chance to find Zanh, it was a risk he was not willing to take.
TC silently disagreed with the decision but fully understood the Vulcan’s concern, this was his show and TC was an uninvited guest. Plus, he was technically on vacation.
Just then, Vedek Jariel walked onto the bridge and looked at the staff, he eyes silently conveying strong emotions to all gathered. TC turned his attention towards the man.
"May I help you, Vedek Jariel?" Salvek inquired.
Then to TC’s surprise as well as everyone else’s, he spoke.
“She is suffering.” The three small words sent a shiver down his spine. There was no need to wonder of who he spoke of. His tear-filled eyes explained it all.
TC felt a burn build in the pit of his stomach. Both for what ever horror Zanh Liis might be enduring, but also for the suffering that Vedek was obviously experiencing.
He glanced down at his white knuckled fists and forced himself to relax. *God help anyone who has caused harm to my friend, my Captain. *
The Vedek made his way over to the helm and stood next to February. "May I?"
A verifying nod from Salvek and the young woman stood up from the chair, allowing the Bajoran to sit. The man closed his eyes and then typed in a series of coordinates. He stood and with a nod to Salvek exited the bridge.
TC stared at the now closed doors that Vedek had exited and wondered about the man. He knew very little about him and even less about his relationship with Zanh. He knew that it was much more then simply social. He also knew that if they were unsuccessful in saving Zanh, that two lives would be lost.
Salvek’s voice broke TC from his thoughts. “Mr. Blane, please take tactical and raise the transphasic shielding. We are running silent as of this moment."
Regaining his composure TC nodded his acknowledgment and made his way to the tactical station and raised the shields as ordered.
“Shields are up.”
------Hours Later-----
The Alchemy was at warp and now it was simply a waiting game. This was the part that TC despised and it was evident by his pacing of the bridge. All was ready with the tactical station, he had checked the systems and checked them again.
Now he was just waiting and he hated it.
“Mister Blane, wouldn’t you be more comfortable sitting at the tactical station?” Salvek asked.
TC shook his head. “Not really sir. I prefer to be moving. Unless of course I am bothering you?”
Salvek turned his attention back to the forward screen. “Not at all. I was concerned that you would tire yourself.”
TC grinned. “Your concern is noted, Commander.”
He returned to the tactical station and leaned back against the console. He eyes fell onto the empty seat that February had vacated a short time ago. He wondered how she was doing with consoling the Vedek.
Suddenly the tactical console beeped a warning. He turned to see what was up. He quickly scanned over the information displayed. His eyebrows furrowed together at the site.
“Commander, we have a problem.”
Salvek looked up from the center chair. “Yes?”
"Long range sensors are picking up two concentrations of Tetryon. The concentration and configuration suggests a cloak," TC reported. "One is forward of our position and moving away from us, the other is behind us, traveling along our path. It is hard to get a perfect bearing due to the distance and the fact that they are dropping on and off of the scanners."
Salvek stiffened in his chair. “Can you identify the source?”
TC sighed. “We are still top far off for a positive ID but sensor data suggests that it is Romulan.” TC ran his fingers through his hair. “It would seem that someone else got the message.”
=^=
TC Blane
Currently on "Vacation"
Aboard the USS Alchemy NX-53099
TC Blane
Currently on "Vacation"
Aboard the USS Alchemy NX-53099