“GET ANOTHER TEAM DOWN THERE! FIND THEM!”
the commanding pirate growled from the captain’s chair. The order was carried
out quickly.
“Sir!
We just lost power on deck eight! The
entire deck doesn’t have power! Some kind of explosion near one of the central
power grid couplings.”
“FIND. OUT. WHAT CAUSED THAT EXPLOSION.”
He already had a few suspicions on who or what was responsible. He drew his
sidearm from its holster and angrily clenched the grip.
“SIR!”
USSC Voyager, Deck 8
The
corridor was dark. The only hope for lighting was the flashing red lights on
the walls. Blunt pops were followed
by blood-curdling screams, both came from behind one of a series of twin doors just
ahead. The Delta’s formed up on both sides of the doorway. More screams pierced
the doors’ metal framework. The Commander gestured in the red lights to breach-and-clear, then snapped, sharply
and tactfully pressing a pentagon-shaped explosive charge on the door. More
screaming, and then BANG. A fireball
shot into the corridor, metallic debris hurtled violently forward as Delta
Force stormed into the room. The smoke cleared as a crewman’s quarters had visibly
been converted into an environment that made Delta Force’ spines chill. A
crewman was on the ground, clearly badly mistreated, surrounded by eight pirates,
all carrying firearms, but not bothering to use them.
The
pirates turned sharply towards the door, using one arm to cover from airborne
debris, the other was reaching for their weapons. Delta Force snapped and aimed
between center-of-mass and a headshot and fired in a near-perfect orchestra.
The Commander and the deputy switched targets and fired again in a
split-second. The pirates were thrown backward sharply, landing jaggedly and
unconscious.
The
crewman on the ground was male, and specialized in science, and received prompt
field medical attention from the Deltas. The Commander determined the crewman didn’t
have any serious injuries, and bluntly gave him his sidearm. The crewman nodded
and silently waited for instructions from The Commander.
“Commander,
I’m thinking the spy changed sides.” Aaen quipped. He suspected The Commander
was thinking the same thing. They both realized their priority as Delta Force had
changed.
“I know. There’s no other way the pirates
would have known how to attack so precisely to disable Voyager, much less board and take control of the ship. Forget Maddog.” he said darkly.
“Captain to Delta Force Commander.”
The
Commander retrieved his communicator and began transmitting. “Go ahead, sir.”
“We’ve
made it to main engineering, we’ve taken the Translight core offline, but we’re
reading a shuttle launching from shuttle bay two.”
THAT’S
THE TRAITOR!
“Copy that, we’re not far from there.
We’ll take a shuttle and seek-and-capture the spy.”
“What
about Maddog?”
“He
won’t want a crippled ship, not even one like this. He’ll keep running, we’ll
repair the ship after we arrest the spy. Then we can help the rest of the envoy
and get back to Starbase One.”
“Okay. We’ll work on regaining control
the ship until you guys get back.”
“Roger that. Use the environmental controls
to stun the pirates that are still on-board. Delta Commander. Out.” the
device went back into its compartment.
“Delta’s, on me. Crewman, get down to main
engineering and help the bridge crew. Delta’s,
it’s time to go hunting.”
*****
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