February 23, 2017

Bug Hunt - Part 20

The Doctor leaned forward to look at Aaen. "How are you feeling?"
Aaen just nodded he was fine; he suspected the Doctor picked up on the same hint. The Doctor nodded back. "Okay. You can go back to your station," she cooed.
Aaen wasted no time. His uniform was completely repaired, and his shoulder felt fine. He started scanning the readings on his screen.
"Warp drive is almost back online, Captain!" said the Engineer. Aaen grinned wryly, liking the announcement just broadcasted through the bridge. 
"There's enough power for three-quarter impulse." said Operations. 
"Confirmed!" Aaen acknowledged. 
"Aaen, do you have any suggestions as to how we should proceed?" the Captain asked humbly. 
Aaen turned around sharply. "Get the welding tools out from the equipment locker, and seal the hatch in the Engineering compartment. We should keep the main hatch open, but covered just in case the intruder decides to come back up. Without Dimitri, we'll have no warning should it try to come up to the bridge again."
"What else?"
"We need to find some place to either land or dock to make repairs. Odyssey's badly damaged from that little skirmish with the RelentlessSauce for the goose. If we are engaged in combat again, we have no way of protecting or defending ourselves."
"I agree, Captain." the First Officer said directly.
"But we destroyed the Relentless." the Captain asked skeptically.
"That ship passed into the planet's terminator into night as it was entering the atmosphere. We have no definitive sensor data confirming the neutralization of the threat, nor visual confirmation that the Relentless was destroyed."
The Captain looked at the First Officer who nodded agreement. The Captain turned around.
"Okay! Here's what we're goin' to do: we're gonna find some place to dock the ship long enough to make repairs. Sensors: are there any planets nearby that we could land on?"
"None that I can detect—but—"
"What?" the First Officer asked.
"There is something at long-range at our three-o'clock."
"What is it?" the Captain asked. The First Officer stood behind Sensors.
"Not sure. But it's big."
"Another ship?" Jason asked.
"No idea. Long-range sensors haven't offered definitive readings since we left space dock."
"Engineer!" said the Captain.
"I know. I'm working on the long-range sensors." the Engineer replied with a slight shortage of enthusiasm.
"Okay. Good. Hurry." the Captain said directly.
"What are the coordinates of the sensor contact?" Aaen asked aloud.
"Hold on! I didn't say to calculate a course." the Captain interjected.
"It's a good question." the First Officer asked. "That might be where we're headed next."
The Captain released a stern gasp. "Fine." he returned to his chair.
"Should I scan for the coordinates?" Sensors asked.
"Do it." said the First Officer. "Read them out to Aaen when you have them."
"Yes, sir." Sensors said with determined enthusiasm. Ten seconds later, Aaen entered the 'X.' 'Y,' and 'Z' coordinates into his computer's controls, and then looked at the First Officer.
"Lieutenant. Enter the coordinates when ready and then standby to engage engines."
"Aye, sir. What speed?" Aaen replied.
"Best possible speed."
"Aye," Aaen replied with enthusiasm. "Warp drive is still offline. . . I can go as fast as three-quarter impulse."
"At that speed, we'll get there in about three to four days." Sensors said skeptically.
"There's just no power in the warp drive, right now. I'll take the power in the impulse engines and put that into warp engines." Operations said.
The Captain remained silent.
Five seconds later— "Aaen, try warp engines now!"
"Engaging: warp factor six."
"We should get there in about five seconds at that speed." Sensor said. The bridge crew had a laugh.
"Get ready to stop us, Aaen. Don't crash the ship." the Captain said.
Aaen nodded acknowledgment. The warp drive powered up, the bridge filled with subtle rolling thunder as the stars became streaks across the main viewscreen.
"Our heading isn't stable! She's struggling to maintain her course! She's shifting on the 'Y' and "Z' axis.' I might have to perform an emergency full stop!" The bridge began to shiver. The apex of the cone of fine white streaks started gradually shifting randomly around the center of the main viewscreen.
"Get ready!" said the First Officer.
Aaen nodded, bracing against his station with his left hand while trying to use the manual thrusters to stabilize the ship before it tumbled uncontrollably into the vast darkness.
"We're about to start losing some more hull plating!" the Engineer yelled through the bridge.
"Destination ahead!" Sensors said.
"Full stop!" the First Officer said. Aaen was quick to comply.
"Warning: Warp core breach: Imminent. Recommend—" the Main Computer Announced. The stern hum of the warp engines gradually became louder, quickly turning into a groan. 
Aaen clicked the control. "Full stop!" he watched the yellow bar quickly inch across the top of the screen from right to left. "The helm answers!"
The stars soon became still.
"The intruder's moving!" Sensors said.
"Where?" the Captain asked directly.
"I don't know; it's just moving. I'm showing it's moving towards the bow."
We've gotta dock, Aaen thought, looking up at the main viewscreen. "What is that? A space station?"
"Computer: activate forward lights!" the Captain said. The Main Computer chimed acknowledgment as twin spotlights blared against the metallic hulk ahead and seemingly slightly above Odyssey. The station featured a bulbous upper section with two square gaps he assumed were for landing and docking, and peripheral landing platforms extending from the central connecting lotus, which Aaen guessed must be the station's power reactor or computer core.
"Looks Federation, by design. Abandoned." Aaen said.
"Sensors: scan the station for life signs!"
Seconds later, "—None detected, Captain."
"Why would there be an abandoned space station way out here." the First Officer asked. Aaen guessed the question was rhetorical, but still came up with multiple possibilities, but none that he could prove. He kept to himself.
"Doesn't looked damaged," Aaen noted. Something else must have happened, Aaen reasoned. A station like that way out here . . . ?
"I've detected a docking port on the station where I think we can dock." Sensors said.
"Do it!" the Captain said aloud.
"Scan for the coordinates." said the First Officer.
"I've got the coordinates. 'See main viewscreen for navigational instructions.'" Sensors said.
The bridge filled with an original sequence of beeping sounds, and then manual thruster instructions appeared on the main viewscreen. Aaen followed the instructions precisely, which brought the ship down about fifty meters, right for a hundred, up for twenty-five, and then forward for a hundred.
"Easy. . . Easy. . ." the Captain said determinedly. "Now, down thrusters."
I can read the screen, Aaen thought annoyed but kept to himself. The forward lights were the only light source in the dark square cavity in the station. The distance indicator on his computer screen turned green, indicating Odyssey was now within docking range. 
"Engaging docking clamps," Aaen said. A repetitious, hissing alarm built for five rounds as a series of metallic clashes echoed through the bridge, followed by a sequence of subtle rhythmic alerts, immediately followed by loud pneumatic hums. The bridge briefly rattled. 
"We have soft dock." Aaen said.
Sensors snapped. "The intruder's coming back to deck one!
"Is there atmosphere on the station?" the Captain asked Sensors, alarmed. 
"In most of it, yes—but it's pretty thin."
"If we could go on the station, would we survive?" the First Officer asked directly.
"Yeah. We'd be fine."
"Okay! All hands: prepare to leave the ship!" the Captain said to the main viewscreen. 
We're gonna fight the intruder on the station. Aaen reasoned. 


*****

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February 16, 2017

Bug Hunt - Part 19

"I don't know; I can't see it!" Jason whispered loudly.
After many dark fearful gasps, Aaen looked down and right toward the front of the bridge. The Captain stood up and looked over the top of his chair.
"Okay, everyone back to your stations. Now."
The rest of the forward and central bridge crew complied. Aaen was frozen where he was, in the position he was in, which was hardly the most comfortable, considering he had an up step to the medical area of the bridge pressed against his lower back, and the edge of the ventilation cover against the base of his shoulders. His head rested against the edge of the bunk he'd been laying in a minute ago.
"Sensors, help me get Aaen back in his bunk." the Doctor said, crawling out of the bottom bunk where she was hiding opposite.
"That was a good shot, Aaen." Sensors said sincerely and quietly. The Doctor hummed agreement. "You probably wounded the intruder."
Aaen looked at Sensors and managed to nod acknowledgment as Sensors and the Doctor each lifted him under his arms and gradually inched him into his bunk. Aaen managed to turn his head to see the front of the bridge.
"Dimitri! Are you okay?" the Captain yelled at the main viewscreen. "—Dimitri! Hello?"
What the heck? Aaen thought, surprised at the silence from the bridge speakers, and lowering his eyebrows as the Doctor started scanning him again with her tricorder.
"Mmmm. . . ." she hummed. "Level-two particle burns to the upper torso. Eat these and then wait three minutes before getting up." the Doctor patted her orange vial a few times and then handed him two more multi-colored m's, and then replaced the vial.
"Okay, I want a full systems check of all main systems. What's broken, what's not."
"Working on it!" Operations said.
"Mostly everything's working, Captain!" said the Engineer, through the crawlway.
"Okay, Sensors. Have you found the intruder?" the Captain said. Sensors remained silent. 
"I'm wondering why, exactly, we can't detect the intruder." said the First Officer.
"I don' know." said the Captain sharply and uncertainly.
"Maybe it's got some kind of jamming device that fools Odyssey's internal sensors?" said Sensors.
"Wouldn't we have detected the jamming signal?" said Operations. 
"Communications," the Doctor said calmly. "You can return to your station."
She crawled out of her bunk, and then rushed back to her station.
"See if you can get a message to Command." the Captain said.
"Okay. I'll try." Communications responded.
"Captain! I've got something!" said Sensors.
"What?" the Captain asked sharply, standing behind Sensors.
One minute, Aaen thought.
". . .The intruder is back on Deck Two—moving aft. . . Looks like it's going to the engines!"
"Why would it do that?" the Captain asked, puzzled.
Why don't you go down there and ask it? Aaen thought sarcastically. It could have captured or killed us all by now if it wanted to, but it didn'ttherefore, it's obviously looking for something. But what? Aaen wondered.
"Ke–Keptin!" a loud whisper echoed through the bridge.
"Dimitri!" said the First Officer.
"I'm here!" the Captain said, returning to his chair. "What's going on down there!"
"Keptin!—I'm about twenty feet behind the intruder. It's trying to git into de engin' comparltment! We need to find a place to dolck, fest!"
"Why?"
"Because it looks like it's getting ready to vire a bomb to ze main reactor after it breaks in!"
"It's going to blow up the ship with it still on board?" Communications asked.
"I don't understand, either," Dimitri said. "Uh oh!"
"What?"
"It heard me! It's looking right at me! IT'S COMING!"
"Dimitri! RUN!" the First Officer yelled.
"KEPTIIIIN!—"
"COME 'ERE!" a growling voice yelled.
The bridge filled with a blood-curdling scream, and then the sound was replaced with subtle, high-pitched static—and then hard breathing.
The bridge became silent for five seconds—man down, Aaen thought, stiffly, looking at the Captain.
"Captain?" the voice called.
The Captain stepped past his chair, closer to the main viewscreen. "Who are you?" the Captain asked determinedly.
The voice turned to mocking laughter.
"What do you want?" the First Officer asked.
The line filled with static, and then went silent. Great. Aaen thought. 
"The intruder disconnected, Captain," said Communications.
Sensors turned towards Aaen with a concerned look, and then looked up at the Doctor standing in front of the bunks opposite Aaen. "Is he dead?
"No. He's got about another minute left before he can return to his station."
The First Officer gestured for the Captain to listen closely to what he was saying. Aaen couldn't hear, and, judging by the look from Communications, neither could she. The Captain nodded and then turned to the back of the bridge. 
"Good, cause we need 'im at his station." said the Captain.
Aaen detected a strong hint of desperation in the Captain's voice. 


*****

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February 9, 2017

Bug Hunt - Part 18

"Okay, stay calm, everybody!" said the First Officer. Yeah, easier said than done. Aaen thought, dismissively. "Operations, get the flashlights in that storage compartment behind you."
"Yes, sir." moments later, two soft white lights appeared on the bunks opposite Aaen. 
"Give one to Sensors, and then—"
"Did you hear that?" Jason asked the First Officer.
"What?" the Captain asked.
"—Listen!" Jason said.
"—I hear it, too!" said the First Officer.
"That scratching noise. It's getting louder!" Jason whispered loudly, turning to the main bridge hatch. 
I hear it, too. Aaen thought. 
"Is that door locked!" Operations said.
"Computer: seal the main bridge door!" the Captain whispered loudly. 
The Main Computer chimed acknowledgment, and then a short series of mechanical clicks from the door confirmed the Captain's order had been carried out.
"Sensors, where is the intruder?" the Captain asked quietly.
"I don't know. I can't see it using the internal sensors for some reason. I'm doing everything I know how to try to detect it!" 
"Okay, try–"  the Captain whispered.
The scratching got even louder . . . 
"Keptin! Is ev'lryone alright up der! I can't see or hear de intruder anymore!" 
"Everyone to the front of the bridge! Hurry!" said the First Officer, waving everyone sharply forward. "Engineer! Hurry!" the First Officer whispered loudly and frantically. There was only silence from the Engineering compartment. Aaen reasoned the Engineer was choosing to stay his ground and hide. 
"So far!" the Captain whispered. "We think the intruder is—"
BANG
The main bridge hatch lining crackled under immense pressure; thunder rolled through the bridge. The bridge filled with startled jumps of human silhouettes and subtle screams from under quivering palms over terrified mouths. . .then an eerie silence
In the transporter room! Aaen thought. 
BANG—
The main hatch's lining crackled more loudly than before. That scratching sound, again, Aaen listened . . .
BANG
"Warning: main bridge hatch seal, compromised." the Main Computer droned. The forward bridge filled with terrified gasps.
A muffled pat sounded from behind the hatch, and then Aaen looked toward the forward bridge—the hatch lining hissed and crackled.
—The hatch was inching open. Aaen heard the forward bridge fill with erratic, terrified gasps.
 Oh no. Aaen thought, biting his lower lip, focusing on the main bridge hatch swinging over the central bridge. He could feel his heart rate jumping . . . It doesn't end like this, Aaen decided. His heart was beating, hard from the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through him. But. . .what can I do? There was barely enough light coming from the tactical and sensor stations to see the central and aft bridge sections up to the engineering compartment. Aaen peeked around the corner of the foot of the bunk—most of the bridge crew were using the captain chair as a barrier between them. . .and whatever was coming in.
Aaen could feel his adrenaline level had nearly doubled in a mere few seconds as he scanned the bridge for an option. The light from the sensor station revealed a hand full of claws had fiercely gripped the edge of the hatch. Whatever was coming in, each step it took echoed through the bridge. Aaen's shoulder was burning from the wound caused by the electrical overload that had struck him. He looked down at the deck at the sidearm Jason had tossed over—the Doctor was taking cover inside of the bunk below Communications.
Aaen cringed as he rolled to his right, pulling his feet out of the medical bunk, and then gradually stood up. His left forearm felt cold but had surprisingly minimal feeling otherwise. 
The intruder had slowly started for the forward bridge. Aaen crouched to pick up the type-II sidearm with his right hand, and then stopped to catch his breath. His shoulder wound caused him to feel dazed—he realized staying upright was going to be more difficult than he thought. The light coming from the tactical station was shining against Aaen's face and torso.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor whispered to Aaen suddenly. Aaen didn't feel obliged to answer immediately.
Aaen squinted, briefly, to try to get a look at the intruder. He doubted there would be another opportunity to visually identify the life form. The light from the sensor station was helping . . . Five-foot-nothing, bipedal, crouched, wearing a dark cloak of some kind
Aaen took a deep breath. "HEY!" Aaen yelled sharply. 
The intruder snapped— 
Woah, ugly! Aaen smirked. A sharp, cold chill ran up and down his spine multiple times as the intruder's bright, sharp yellow plus-shaped irises glared at him coldly, bearing its inch-long teeth, it's mouth slightly open at the end of its long face. He could see the intruder's irises adjusting to look at him.
It started slowly walking toward Aaen. He sensed danger and he struggled to keep his thoughts straight and to stay calm as his legs started to weaken under him from fear and adrenaline. His grip on the sidearm started to tingle as he felt the light weight of the tool. 
Aaen noticed the tool was already set to stun. He slowly took aim, forcing his left hand up to support his right on the sidearm's grip. Center-of-mass—Aaen thought. His hands were starting to tremble from the pain from his shoulder. He clenched his jaws.
He fired. A bolt of white-yellow lightning rippled against the intruder for five seconds. 
The intruder continued to advance.
Aaen was wide-eyed, checking the tool's setting, increasing the power output to maximum stun.
Aaen looked at the intruder. The intruder lifted a long-barrel sidearm from a holster under its cloak, casually pointing the weapon at Aaen.
The weapon lit up as Aaen felt a bolt of energy strike him in the chest, knocking him back-first against the ventilation cover, the bridge became a blur.
"Man down!" the Doctor yelled disturbingly.
Aaen felt almost completely numb from the chin down. There was no hope of standing up, he realized. He tried to lift his head to see the rest of the bridge—the best he could do was to throw his weight left and lean his head against the edge of the bunk. The blurry, dark figure kept looking at Aaen—almost looking into his very soul, darkly—as it returned to the transporter room, closing the hatch behind it. Aaen did his best to look back at the intruder with a look of this ISN'T over, physically relaxing once the intruder was out of sight. A loud hiss filled the bridge as the hatch closed. 
"Is it gone?" the Doctor asked. 


*****

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February 2, 2017

Bug Hunt - Part 17

Aaen snapped, looking behind him at the Captain, wide-eyed. The look was returned. Aaen noticed in his right peripheral; the First Officer wasn't oblivious to the silent conversation searing the forward and middle sections of the bridge. The First Officer kept panning his attention between Aaen and the Captain. The emotional atmosphere on the bridge was mixed and uncomfortable—like a fire had been breathed in two directly opposite directions. Aaen chose to remain seated at his post. The Captain turned to Operations.
"How many intruders are there?"
"Just one . . ." she gasped. "It's on Deck Two."
"Deck two? Dats where I 'em!" Dimitri said.
"Do we know where on deck two the intruder is?" Aaen asked.
"No. I can't see what's down there," said Operations.
"Engineer?" the Captain asked.
He leaned down to speak through the crawlway. "No!"
The Captain fast-walked back to his chair. The red lights became gradually a little brighter. "How do we te—"
"Keptin . . . I dun' know vut it is. . .but I can hear some kind of noise from behind me. . .like. . .sumting's scratching metal."
The noise subtly filled the bridge.
"It's close to Dimitri!" the Captain started looking forward and back. "Who's in charge of force fields?"
Odyssey's not your average starship. No one computer on the bridge controls force fields, Aaen thought, facing forward, looking at the main viewscreen. "Computer: display a map of the area in the ship where the intruder is located."
The Main Computer chimed acknowledgment—"DON'T talk to the Main Computer unless tell you you can." the Captain growled.
The image on the main viewscreen changed to a cutaway of the Odyssey—a black outline filled with jagged multi-colored lines, shapes, and spaces from stem to stern. Aaen's intuition told him that the crew's focus had understandably turned to the main viewscreen.
"Where's the intruder?" the Captain asked.
Aaen scanned the diagram intently . . . "THERE!" he pointed to a small red dot inside of a small square space on the diagram.
"WHERE?" the Captain asked. The noise was getting louder.
"Kep-tin!—Someting's–down'ere!" Dimitri said.
"Dimitri, are you okay?" the First Officer asked.
"I'm, I'm fine for now, sir. But I'm a little worried about that intruder getting any closer! I can't see it! It's too dark down here with all the lights out!"
"Just stay put! Maybe it can't see you, either." the Captain said. 
Or maybe it knows that we can't see in the dark, and so it uses that to its advantage! Aaen thought.  
"Where's the main computer!" the Captain asked. 
"Down, here, sir! On deck two!" Dimitri replied. 
"Send security to deck two!" said the Captain. 
"There are only two decks, eight bridge crew members on board, plus the Doctor, and the Computer Specialist, and two sidearms for defense. We are security." Aaen said.
"He's right, Captain." said the First Officer. 
"The dot's moving!" said Communications.
"I can't get a clear reading on the intruder." said Sensors. "It's like it's there . . . but it's not there."
"That doesn't make any sense!" said the Captain, walking to the Sensor station. "Try to figure out what it is."
"That's what I'm doing."
"Good. Let me know when you've found something." the Captain returned to his chair.
"Intruder is moving towards the bow—looks like it's trying to get to the internal illumination power distribution junction," Aaen said. A loud, thundering pop filled the bridge as the lights on the bridge started to flicker, even more violently and erratically than before—
The bridge was getting darker—
"—Keptin! Vatever the intruder is, iss getteeing clooser to where I am!" Dimitri whispered loudly.
"Try to stay hidden!" the Captain whispered back loudly.
"I kent!" Dimitri replied alarmingly. "There is only so much space down 'ere!"
"Computer, activate a level-six containment field around the area of the intruder!" Aaen said. 
The Main Computer chimed acknowledgment. The sound of a force field activating filled the bridge as a light-blue box appeared on the diagram around the red dot. 
"Would you please stop trying to run this SHIP!" the Captain yelled. 
Then you better, Aaen thought sharply, looking over his shoulder for a moment, and then focusing on the main viewscreen—
"Captain, look." the First Officer pointed to the main viewscreen—the red dot started to move right and left on the screen, and then almost in a circular motion. 
"Computer: only accept voice commands from me, the Captain."
"Acknowledged." the Main Computer chimed.
The bridge was almost as dark as a cave.
Aaen looked forward to see the main viewscreen—the red dot was still moving.
"Computer: locate the bridge on the diagram." said the Captain.
The bridge filled with more explosive, chaotic electric sounds—the lights flashed erratically. "Warning: level-six containment field is failing." the Main Computer droned.
"Divert auxiliary power to the containment field!" Aaen said.
Communications looked at Aaen. "The Captain told the computer to only listen to him."
Aaen nodded acknowledgment, but disagreed with the Captain's line of decision-making. 
The Main Computer chimed acknowledgment, and then an angled triangular icon appeared on the screen, circling a sleek right-triangular space on the upper-left side of the diagram.
"The intruder's below us . . ." Aaen snapped around. "And about ten feet behind the Engineer! It's moving toward the bridge!" The main viewscreen went dark. . . . Aaen found himself wide-eyed.
"Power surge detected." said the Main Computer, accompanied by explosive, chaotic hissing electrical sounds. Aaen's screen sparked, as did Communication's, and a bolt of chain lightning shot from their stations. Aaen's uniform over his left upper arm started to sizzle; Communications was stunned. She leaned back unconscious. Aaen clenched his jaws as he covered his wound as the doctor rushed to him. "Hurry, come with me, let's get that healed. First Officer, could you help Communications to one of the bunks in the back for medical treatment."
"Sure." the First Officer said disapprovingly—the look on the First Officer's face told Aaen his disapproval was not of him.
The Doctor pulled Aaen's right arm around her neck as she helped him to the back of the bridge. Navigating around the Captain's chair was thankfully a brief chore before Aaen shifted his weight to crawl inside the top of two bunks directly beneath the Operations station. The First Officer was only a couple of seconds behind with Communications, who took the bunk directly opposite Aaen on the opposite side of the bridge.
The Doctor retrieved her medical tricorder and waved the chirping device over Aaen's shoulder several times, and then repeated the procedure for Communications. The Doctor then gave Aaen and then Communications two small multi-colored pills marked with a white lower-case "m." Aaen chewed the two pills down quickly. The Doctor proceeded to her medical kit to retrieve a small T-shaped medical instrument with a small white light on one end and started waving the light over Aaen's wound. Doctor's got dang cute hands, Aaen thought but said nothing.
"Just stay still and let the wound heal." the Doctor said kindly, smiling at Aaen at an angle. Aaen reasoned she must have noticed the subconscious look he was sending her. Her shoulder-length light brown hair subtly flowed with her every movement. She was Caucasian . . . maybe five-foot-seven or five-foot-eight, Aaen guessed. That could work. He was five-foot-ten. He couldn't help but wonder if she was single. Maybe she would go out with a lieutenant? Aaen wondered. 
Aaen nodded acknowledgment, and then leaned forward to look at the main viewscreen—he found himself wide-eyed. 
Five seconds later—
Aaen looked across from himself at the Communications officer, who was curled up in a ball with her face hidden behind her palms, shaking from fear. She slowly parted her hands and then looked down at Aaen. The look on her shaking face begged 'DO something—please!'
Another fierce scratching noise filled the bridge.
—The lights went dark. 


*****

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