Distress Beacon
Posted on 2024, Sat Jun 29th, @ 1:29pm by Admiral Christopher Townsend & Commander Kate Townsend & Lieutenant Aubrie Fox & Lieutenant Lillian Hansen & Major JB Dersch & Gunnery Sergeant Janet Bruke III & Corporal Kate Score & Leela & Colonel Sandra "Fanthom" Risa & Commander Dorna Villersh & Commodore Paul Sleeford
5,126 words; about a 26 minute read
Mission:
Revenge Of Group Omega
Location: E/R To Distress Beacon
Timeline: Current
As Townsend entered the Stellar Cartography room, he knew exactly what he needed to check. The room was equipped with advanced technology, allowing him to map out the stars and better understand the surrounding space. However, before he could even begin his work, he heard a sudden beep from the console indicating an incoming transmission.
As he listened to the transmission from the USS Independence, his heart sank. Pirates had attacked the ship, and they needed urgent assistance. Townsend knew he had to act fast, so he quickly made his way to the bridge.
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Townsend walked onto the bridge. They were currently traveling at warp. "Helm, Change course to bear 3.4.5 Mark 4, And Activate Slipstream burst drive." As he sat down he filled everyone in. "We have a ship in distress, It seems pirates are causing some problems" He then turned to the new science Officer.
"Ensign Torax, Welcome aboard the Halo, Glad to have you, Commander Sleeford, Go ahead and raise shields and go to Red Alert."
Sleeford nodded and set to work, hitting the commands in sequence, as the bridge lights dimmed slightly and the red beacons on the wall began to flash, in his mind's eye he could see the chaos on all decks as the normal routine had been squashed flat and now the crew where hurrying to their assigned duty stations.
"Shields up and weapons hot. "
Glancing around the bridge, Sleeford noted the crew busy working on their portion of the problem at hand, looking back at his board Sleeford changed the load out for the torpedos, mixing two quantum and one photon in each sequence, a spread of three would create an area coverage, so even a cloaked vessel should collect some damage.
Keying in a short sequence of commands Sleeford sent armed security officers to the key locations of Engineering, the core, sickbay, all docking ports, and a request for two to the bridge. At the same time putting Gamma's shift on standby. Taking a second to reconfirm his orders, he unlocked the bridge weapons lockers. Running a quick inventory of the lockers Sleeford was satisfied that in the event of a boarding, the bridge would be suitably protected.
Fox stood at Secondary tactical already scanning ahead for the pirate vessels.
Ensign Torax nodded and immediately worked his scanners to get data for the mission.
Helm the spoke to Admiral Townsend.
“Dropping out of Warp now” Just as he said it the view screen filled with 4 Pirate vessels and a single Ambassador class.
As the Halo dropped out of warp, Sleeford looked up at the screen, the view didn't fill him with joy, four Galor class cruisers, surrounding a single Ambassador class ship, like a pod of Orcas surrounding an injured whale, waiting for the kill.
“Commander, Security has secured all access points to the bridge and other key parts of the ship” Aubrie stated to Sleeford.
Turning to the secondary tactical/security console Sleeford nodded once, "Thanks Aubrie"
"Scanning 5 vessels in this sector, and there is a message that keeps repeating itself," Torax reported.
"Thank you, Ensign, Prepare to open Comms " Townsend replied as he stood.
Townsend then spoke again. "Computer, Activate Emergency Security Tactical Hologram" Within a few minutes a Woman with blond hair, Blue eyes, and hair braided pony tail. "State the Nature of My Arrival"
"Leela, Scan all current targets and get me a Full Detail" Leela stood there for a few seconds then spoke.
"Admiral, We currently have 5 Cardassian Pirate Cruisers, All With Standard Weaponry, Shouldn't be too much of a hassle for Halo to take. But I would suggest at least 3 other ships to prevent any damage." Leela replied.
Townsend nodded. "All Right"
" Channel open " Torax replied
"Attention Vessels, You are to power down your weapons and prepare to be boarded" Chris said over the comms.
But then they turned to Halo instead. Leela then spoke. "Sir, They have Weapons Lock" She then turned to the Chief Security Officer. "I am sending Targeting Locations over to you, Suggesting you use them to good use"
Within a few seconds one the screen where it showed the targets, Red Dots showed on the Vessels of where to fire.
Sleeford scanned the console in front of him, the firing solution he'd created, designed to take out the engines and if possible leave the remainder of the ships intact for boarding, he knew that most pirates used ad hoc repairs and addons to their ship that made them unstable to damage, in the background he could hear Mad doing whatever the hell she did. Watching as the ships slowly turned towards the Halo, Sleeford placed two fingers over the firing sequence panel, ready to fire on command authorisation. The jarring voice of the command tactical hologram broke through his thoughts, the condescending suggestion about their firing solution grated slightly on his nerves, looking at the screen he smiled slightly as his was only a few points off the holograms."
"Firing solution laid in admiral, ready to fire on your command." Paul stated.
"Fire" Townsend ordered.
Hearing the command to fire, Sleeford slammed the fingers down hard, watching as multiple bursts of phaser fire streaked across open space and into pirate vessels, slightly off both his and the ETSH's firing solution's. He was already firing a second burst with his right hand, while sending the orders to load a brace of photon torpedo's with the left. Watching briefly as one ship slowed and dropped out of formation, leaking plasma.
Then Mutiple Ships dropped out of Warp All Coming to the Rescue of the Independence. Leela then spoke. "Admiral, We have the USS Prometheus NCC-59650, USS Sabre NCC-61940, USS Probert NCC-72285, A Promethues class, Saber class, and a Goddard class here to assist"
Admiral Townsend nodded. "Thank you Leela" The ships engines then kicked to full power. "Leela, Mobile Emitter, Go" She then had a small device appear on her left arm and she beamed off.
"Sleeford, Coornidate with The Sabre, Probert and Promethues, Form a Defense Border around the Indpendence" Chris ordered.
"Aye sir" Sleeford sent a few commands and watched as the other ships slowly moved into a protective ring around the Indepenence.
"Where the heck is the crew?" Marine 1 asked.
"I've got no idea." Marine 2 answered.
"Secured somewhere." Security 1 suggested.
"Jettisoned." Some one else suggested.
"Coming up." Marine 3 announced. "Two more levels and we should have the bridge." Marines swung themselves up, around and over the others as they continued to climb. Forming up behind Mad, two of the bigger male marines looked at each other. One of them catching sight of a small symbol glowing on Mad's NonAtmo. 3 elbowed 5 and pointed at the marine symbol.
"Unit Capt?" Some one else asked from the rear of the line.
Then a Captain came out of the Ready room with other crew. "Are you the ship who responded to our calls? I am Captain James Heartfed"
"Marines, USS Halo" Marine 1 replyied
"Thank the Heavens, What do we need to do? Our Cre count is about, 500, Maybe 580, Can't remember if we had our civilians on this trip"
"Thank you Captain, Mr. Heartfed, We are forming a Defense Perimeter around the Indpendence, Mad, Get me the Flight Logs, Find out where they came from" Townsend ordered.
"Arrest them All"
"I'm the Independence's CEO. Brownyn Cooke. Please confirm that the roaches are yours?" She asked one of the marines. "They caused a variety of responses."
"Have they really been turned into drones?"
"No, they haven't been turned. They've simply been injected with a substance that eats the liquid inside them, dropping it to a certain level. Turns the skin leather like, and takes away their ability to think and move." Mad's sleeve answered, putting the flow words back into her sign.
"Let me guess, marine right? They get all the fun toys. We managed to get a good three quarters of our crew, into the best hidey holes. It was confirmed that we had some beamed into space, and a few severely beaten." Brownyn Cooke held out a hand to the black haired women, introducing herself.
Marine 2 shook his head. "No issues Lt.."
It took less than twenty two minutes, everyone at Lt rank and over, went with Dept Heads, six of which happened to be lower than the Lt ranking to the Brig. The rest of the crew found themselves occupying every forth seat, so they couldn't pass anything or speak without being seen or heard. The security guarding them, made no attempt to answer their questions. Two who refused to co-operate were quickly put to ground, rougher than needed, which passed the message on to the others, as intended. Which lead the rest to stop their fidgetting and fall silent.
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Kate sat in her spacious office, her eyes fixed on the digital clock on the wall. She was waiting for her first meeting in a long time, and the anticipation was palpable. She felt her heart race as she realized that it was now two months since she had discovered that she was pregnant. The thought of being a mother for the first time filled her with both excitement and nervousness.
Yet, despite her high position as the Chief Counselor, Kate felt a sense of isolation. She had always been known for her approachable demeanor, but lately, no one seemed to want to talk to her. It was as if her pregnancy had become a barrier between her and her colleagues. She wondered how she was going to navigate this new phase of her life while still keeping up with the demands of her job. She tapped her comm badge.
=/\= Kate to Spade, Do u need any help in sick bay?=/\=
" I can always use competent hands," Spade replied.
=/\=On my way=/\= Kate then turned her computer off and headed off to med bay.
Spade was about doing medical things when Kate called.
=/\= Kate to Spade, Do you need any help in sick bay?=/\=
" Finishing up with the last of, them Kate," Spade replied.
Kate walked in and looked around medical was slow as hell by the looks.
"Man, It seems this 1 and a half months off got us going bored, to death," Kate said with a laugh.
" Well, I missed your company," SPADE replied.
“Really? I only thought my husband found me lovable” Kate said with a laugh.
" Husband? Well, we all have crosses to bear. Check the roster for any pending orders." Spade replied after being shut down.
“Oh, Could we at some point get a Annual Check up for Katie?” Kate asked referring to their older daughter.
" On a child? I suppose. Thats right this is a Galaxy class vessel" Spade replied.
"Okay, Thanks, She hadn't yet check-up, I would, But If I did her check-up, It would be sort of a bias"
" I will gladly give her a check up. Let me know if you need one too?" Spade replied.
"Thanks, Now to see what the hell Chris has gotten us into" Kate said to herself.
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Dorna cursed loudly in her native language and threw her arms up & down in surrender at the claxons' screech through her beloved Sanctum. "This is ridiculous! I just get a handle on the refits and such on my Lady and that accursed Admiral just HAS TO go charging off somewhere!"
Dorna waddled over to the Pool Table by her Iron Lady's Heart and regarded what she needed to do. "Sin!" She roared. "By the Great Sty, where are you? What damage do we expect to brace for? Any idea what our beloved Admiral's after?"
Not waiting for an answer, the Tellarite slapped her comm badge. =/\=Engineering to Bridge. What crazed idiot put my Lady's Heart into Defib? If these refits to our Iron Lady are worth their weight in Latinum, we can push some extra power to get there surely. I wanna know what fool thing's making Her do it!" The Chief Engineer crossed her arms over her chest and grunted and squeaked softly to punctuate her distaste.
=/\= We got a Star Fleet Ship in distress, We are en route now to aissit=/\= Townsend replied
Dorna hrumphed in response, her head dropped to her chest as she shook it slightly in disgust. =/\=Of course we are. Our Lady will get us there posthaste then. Villersh out!=/\= Dorna slapped off the connection without waiting for the Admiral's reply. She set about typing on the Pool Table for a few minutes then looked up, "Ok my minions, time to show the Admiral what Our Iron Lady can do! Get us the power he needs and make preparations for what we can!" Scanning faces, she frowned harder. "Sin! Where in The Sty are you??"
"You rang." The vent cover went flying across the room, before a set of NonAtmo boots appeared, followed by legs, knees, legs, hips, waist, boobs, neck, and a helmeted head. Rising to her feet, Sin looked at the female. "All DCE are in their positions, suited and on standby, but given Mad's brought every... absolutely everything online, they aren't going to be needed. Unless we have another bomb. Unless the AT takes us in head first. If any console has access or controls anything to do with Splitter systems through to Mad's things, it will show neon green on the console. That's locked and can't be accessed. Mad's on the CD. No system will fart without her permission. She's even got the Bots and Drones from the splitter area's active and in position. Just take a deep breath, and ride the wave. If she needs something from you, she'll advise." Sin stated, watching the nearby male. "Maybe you should concentrate on the organic side of GE."
Dorna grunted and grumbled in Tellar at Sin's rundown, acknowledging with a nod. She was reminded once more of the conversation between her, Hands & Sin-DC trumps GE. "As Madam Hands decrees, so shall I do!" Dorna replied and turned on her heel to get to what work she could do.
Lt. Hades moved to quickly begin duties, But pushed the wrong button…Uh oh…”Commander….” He began
Dorna whirled to snarl at the Lieutenant. "What did you do?!?" She shoved him out of the way, her NonAtmo boots a hair's breath from stepping on his foot. She tapped some buttons and grumbled in annoyance and turned her beady eyes to him again. "You're a very lucky being, boy! Thank the Great Sty that you didn't just blow us to bits!" She pushed him back to his station and pointed at the screen that showed a dire simulation. "That's what almost happened from your 'uh-oh', Lieutenant!" She dropped her hand and crossed her arms over her suited chest. "Consider yourself lucky to live!" Dorna stalked away to get all she could ready within her limits.
Sin's form started to shimmer, as she was collected in the beaming party, and dissolved into emptiness. She was very glad she lived in her NonAtmo. Touching her loaded tool belts, she counted off things as she touched them.
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Just dropping out of warp, The Deployment alarms started to sound. Janet quickly raced to get suited up. “He Colonel, What shit do you think the Admiral’s getting us into this time?”
"I have no bloody idea. Just watch your six. Get going!", Alie said watching her crews getting ready to deploy. Once everyone was ready, Alie comes the bridge. =/\=Bridge, Alie here, all fighters manned and ready for deployment=/\= Alie said closing her canopy.
=/\=Understood, Prepare to Engage the Pirate Vessels=/\=
Looping in formation, two of the fighters swung over the deemed hostiles' and stared at the funny looking hull.
"What the hell!"
"They look like..... the ship's got mumphs."
"They look like the bug we used to squash."
"Actually, they roast up nice and crispy."
"Are you saying, you eat them?"
"If they're Bluies."
"Ah... anyone reported in, that the hostiles are dead in the water?"
"Oh my Gawd! What are these things?" Marine Female 1 started to dance as she was surrounded by cockroaches, the nano second they were beamed onto one of the hostile vessels. She barely had a second to glance sideways, as more of the cockroaches appeared.
"Some form of new attack system?" Some one else answered, waving their hands around in the air, as he was covered with the cockroaches. "Never seen them this colour before though. The originals came on some transport vessel from Earth. Can't say I'm that thrilled they followed us into space."
"Keep moving." Sin announced, as those in NonAtmo's stayed cockroach free. "They are a prototype DO system. Carrying a variety of defensive offensive loads." She tossed a small round disc at the nearest two marines and watched the roaches scurrying off the marines. "DCE find the nearest JT entry, everything powered will be NR."
"NR?" Someone asked.
"Non Responsive." Several voices echoed.
"DO?"
"Defensive Offensive, usually said as DOS. Defensive Offensive System." One of the security men relayed. "Hey Waylin, you active?"
"Jar...........Marine? No. I'm classed as a mini mad." Sin answered.
"You taking the lead?"
"Only way to go." Sin answered. "Only way a mini mad goes."
A Message from Admiral Townsend then came over. "Detain All On Board and Find me Travel logs, Where did they come from"
Hato tapped her sleeve. =/\= Yes Sir. Waylin out. =/\= "Okay people in pairs. Security 1 please find us an area which will be suitable to act as a brig. Just incase they have wired it, to give them an advantage, then let's round them up. Gordon, let's find the AT those logs."
"Ma'am." Sarah Gordon moved towards the nearest console, swiping the roaches off.
"Ah DCE1, any suggestions on how to move the leathered ones?" Security 2 asked.
"Drag them. Carry them. Your choice." Sin answered. "They're not in a position to complain."
The ships engines then kicked to full power. Leela, the halos Emergency Security and Tactical hologram(ES/TH) then appeared with her mobile emitter. "System Incursion in progress standby.......We got Movement, Deck 4, Sealing it off now....They Are Trapped. Activating Sleeping Gas now..."
Hato shook her head. Mapping her sleeve to the ship's computer, she entered via the DCE function and began giving instructions. Pausing and changing the ships language function to DCE. She nodded when everything changed. Switching on immobilisation, she ticked the box on her sleeve, and watched as the nearest group of roaches, began spraying the area. It would only take mere seconds for anyone without a sealed helmet to be on the floor. Hato looked at the program. "Holographic Bimbo." Hato nodded, making a selection on her sleeve. She ticked the DCE non compatible selector and watched as the Bimbo shimmered. Hitting the rename button and finding the first mention. Accessing the DCP she made the selection and erased Leela, changing it to Holographic Bimbo. Then exiting the system.
Hato smiled as her sleeve changed colour, and Leela's holo emitter appeared, locking onto Hato's Non/Atmo, the emitter dying, as it's power was drained. "Good bloody Riddance Bimbo." Sin waited for AT's question about his pride and joy. "Right, now let's get back to where we were." Hato was about to move, when her sleeve vibrated. Glancing downward, she watched as someone erased Holographic Bimbo letter by letter until nothing was there, then re-entered the name. T.I.T.S.."Ooh Rah." Hato announced. "There is a reason one doesn't play with DCE." She turned back to her people. "Let's get them tied into one large bundle. Striped of anything but the basics."
Message From Townsend to all Away teams. "What ever one of you ass holes deactivated and changed Leelas name, Is gonna have my foot up their ass, Figure out who did it and get me thier name" Townsend ordered.
Hato made sure nothing was online, before considering her options. For all of two seconds. =/\= Would the Admiral, like us to immediately investigate the Holographic System? Or continue to secure the crew sir? A quick glance at your holographic system, shows the mobile emitter drained of power Admiral. We're not in a position to recharge her. I'll Beam the mobile emitter across to the Halo sir. However......." Hato fell silent when her sleeve began to vibrate.
=/\= Halo is a prototype Admiral Townsend. Since you've shown no interest in Halo's features, I won't bother to explain. As of this point. I am not Halo's XO. I'm assuming command of all DCE's, all splitter and prototype functions. Tits will reinstate herself when her emitter is returned to Halo. You can come collect it off me. However, the name stays. Buckle up Townsend. You just stepped onto my playground. Game over. All systems relevant to the Halo class, have been blocked. The only person capable of activating them is me.=/\=
Townsend cut the comms, Enough of that bullshit
The Security Officer, and his partner looked at the male in the DCE NonAtmo. "You're not a mini mad." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
"Nope, and we got transfer notices. All DCE's that aren't Mad's are off at 113. Being replaced by mini mads."
"That's a bit rough."
"Actually, it's a bonus. We're the first male DCE's getting the Mad treatment."
"I suppose asking about the roaches won't do me any good?"
"Nope. From what I heard, Halo's got a lot of surprise systems because Mad is onboard."
"I heard she's gotta train the AT?"
"AT?"
"Admiral Townsend."
"I'm not sure if that's poor bastard or poor black." Some one else stated. "What's a Ghost Walker?"
"A marine tracker unit." One of the nearby marine's answered. "Where'd that come up?"
"During transport. I would have thought that she'd be in some high fluting specialised unit."
"Ghost Walkers do have a couple of unit's which specialise in entry and exiting." Another marine looked at another, who shook his head in warning.
"Seems a little bland for Black."
"Okay people. Enough is enough. Marines. Security. Everyone else stay in the JT and out of sight. Till we have the bridge."
A Message from Admiral Townsend then came over. "Detain All On Board and Find me Travel logs, Where did they come from"
=/\= BT2 confirmed=/\= He looked at everyone. "You heard what the Admiral wants, let's move."
Stepping onto the command deck, they looked at the frozen crew. Giving everyone a look, some of the group even poked at one or two of the crew.
"Ah, Cardie vessel, why no Cardie Leader? I've got Humans."
"Romulan times three."
"Cardie and three Romulans."
"How do we tell who is the leader?"
"Let's isolate this lot, and separate the rest. Christen, the logs." BT2 instructed. =/\= BT2 to Halo. Bridge contains Humans. Romulans. One Cardie. Files should be five away.=/\=
"Detain them"
BT2 glanced around his new surrounding's and turned back to Sin. "Home Sweet Home?"
"Shit hits the fan time." Sin stepped onto a round platform and typed keys onto her sleeve keypad. BT2 watched, as the outer layer of NonAtmo changed shape and colour.
"Are they dead?"
Marine Medic assigned to boarding team 3 was running his equipment over the nearby man, sitting in the big chair. Taking an extra couple of seconds, he glanced in the direction of the asker. "No, they are very much alive. Whatever they were injected with has drained them of fluid, and basically put them in some state of stasis. I'm getting a jumble of information about applying massive amounts of saline to return them to normal."
"Let's just not do that until we hear from AT...."
"Or Black."
The medic gave a nod. "Or Capt. Black." He agreed. He moved onto the next crew member.
"Who is AT?"
"Admiral Townsend. Someone heard Waylin calling him that, it's now what people are calling him."
"And Black?"
"She's active. Bets are on, that she out lasts him."
"Wouldn't mind Halo turning full marine." The medic agreed. "Words not fully in about AT yet."
"Engineering have multiple bets on. Someone heard the CT roughing AT. Now there is about fifty different betting pools."
"CT?"
"Counsellor Townsend."
"AT is definitely not active."
"You can say that again."
"Does that mean Black heads the marines on Halo?"
"No idea."
"I'd rather have a marine at the head."
"If I had a choice, I'd rather be Vector 2."
"Apparently AT hasn't caught on yet. Mad did her thing on the deck, he ordered the blonde bimbo into action. Mad's hands, thumped the bimbo and she faded to black."
"People, this isn't protocol." The large security male stepped out of the vent. "Let's at least look professional." He announced before hitting his combadge. =/\= BT3 vessel secured. All crew are mummy like statues. According to medic, they have been reduced to leather like.... the only semblance I can come up with are Borg Drones. We've got three young girls in a holding cell, who report their parents were chucked out the airlock. =/\=
A Message from Admiral Townsend then came over. "Detain All On Board and Find me Travel logs, Where did they come from"
=/\= Securing and searching. BT3 out. =/\= He looked at everyone and at the level of roaches. "Try not to squash Mad's babbies. Pair up. Work your speciality."
"You know, this would work a lot better, if Black gave up 2IC, forgot the bridge and went back to Marine and lead all away missions."
"What? Did we just beam...."
"What do you mean, you haven't got a clue?" The security officer ran one hand through his hair. "Both of you are DCE. Black is DCE. Don't you talk?"
"Admiral Townsend......"
"AT couldn't fuck his way out of a paper bag. He is not splitter trained. Even his boss says, he didn't follow protocol, and he didn't even have the balls to defend himself. According to Drake (Halo's gossip king) AT is on his way out."
"I don't give a shit what Drake or anyone else says or hears. Until it's official AT has the BC and therefore gives the orders."
"Should I ask?" Boarding Team 4 leader asked, as he stepped out of the vent onto the bridge of the fourth of the five Cardassian Pirate vessel.
"AT..."
He held up his hand. "AT needs more combat experience. He should give over away missions to more ready officers, and take away anything diplomatic. Where do we stand on crew?"
"According to their computer, all accounted for. All DO systems killed. A large mountain of stores taken from somewhere. No prisoners. No kids, however, we do have sixteen...... We found sixteen square cribs, that they put under size babies in, in the corner of medical. All human, some from a couple of weeks through until one or two years of age. All fine, once our medics shoved their mouths full of something in a bottle."
"Right." He tapped his combadge =/\= BT4 team leader. All crew fully identified, going nowhere. Sixteen babies found in medical. Nothing moving, but us and the roaches. Standing by for orders. =/\=
"Mad says to beam the kids, babbies etc to Halo's med centre with escorts. Several other ships have also found babbies through to 7 year olds. She's given orders not to use their holding cells incase they've booby trapped them."
"Yung, you're the escort along with Keno. The rest of you start searching and moving the hostiles and looking for their departure points."
"Let me know when you're ready to beam." Cashew announced. "Logs have already been sent to a Ghosty Sleeve. Lot of places to investigate. Obarrah. Archer. FiveStarr. Cardiassia. Romulus. New Romulus. Rome Seven. Six. Eight. Four. Valt. Earth. San Francisco Earth. Kalkarindji. Starbase 986. 988. 552. Outpost O'Quib. Earth. Archer. LV77412. MaidenBurrow. TwinPops. QBN5562. Archer six times. Archer then QZX224 then QZX259 back to Archer."
"Ghosty Sleeve?"
Sleven nodded. "Marine unit sleeve. We don't have them onboard the Halo, so I'd say Black's got a past. Halo should have the required info."
Security lead the breach onto the fifth and came to a sudden surprised stop. The crew where still at their stations, but they were covered by the same roaches they had encountered beaming onboard. Their skin felt like leather, drained of every drop of liquid. All consoles were dead and deactivated.
=/\= Boarding Team 5. We have control. Surrounded by roaches and leather skinned unresponsive crew. Heck, if SF start using this stuff, we're gonna be out of a job. =/\=
A Message from Admiral Townsend then came over. "Detain All On Board and Find me Travel logs, where did they come from."
"Okay Winston the logs. Clarton you've got the bridge. Sims, any kids follow Black's instructions, let's find somewhere other than their own holding cells to lug them too. For safety reasons, put them in restraints and Yo, you've got watch. Everyone else, you've got your orders so move."
"Logs have already been acquired from all vessels." Winston stated, after several minutes. There's a lot of bad banned places listed here. Last know was Archer. They picked up a passenger, and were to meet the USS Independence to transfer the passenger across. There are instructions here to make the ship look like it was attacked. Want this info sent to AT?"
"Yes. Quietly."
"Incoming Beam." A nurse announced. "Six parts gathered into one direct to.... here."
Everyone turned towards the beaming zone, as a large group began to appear. Seven marines, five security. And a collection of neo-natal cribs, several children standing wrapped in blankets, and more babies in make shift cribs. As soon as they appeared, the collection of babies and children began to cry, scream and sob.
Kate saw the beam in. "What the hell?" Kate asked the closet marine as she pushed a string of tinted blond hair out of her face.
"Marine 7 Counsellor Townsend. These babies, toddlers and children were found on the various vessels. You'll have to divert to AT to get additional information ma'am." Marine 7 nodded to two of the others who returned the head nod, and left Marine 7 and one other marine and two security with the youngsters.
"Of Course, Alright, Lets get them checked out and to the Kiddy Room" Kate ordered
Lilly nodded at the Commander "Sounds Good, All Right Little one" She replied as she turned towards the nearest kid. "Lets Get you checked"
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