Helen felt groggy as the coppers dragged her through a hallway. They had knocked her out with something. Two Dugarans carried her. Did they have six arms or was she just imagining?
They threw her into a chair, and tied her up. She saw the coppers insectoid faces before she was blindfolded. She was pretty sure this was illegal treatment of prisoners.
“Talk! You human slime!” one of them yelled.
“I feel pretty solid alright-”
She felt a hard smack across her face. She tasted blood.
“Are you not going to read me my rights? I am still a Federation citizen and a starfleet officer. Not to mention, my father is an admiral-”
“Does it look like we care? What we want to know is about the ship you pilot, the Coronado. What are the defense capabilities?”
“I can’t tell you. You’re a civilian. Also how would I be able see if you cared if I was blindfolded?” Helen said with a smile on her face.”
“Sensor capabilities? Were you able to read the presence of the Catullan councillor from orbit?” They said, striking her again.
“As I said, I can’t tell you.”
She was struck again.
“It’s a simple yes or no question. Were you able to scan the councillor on Kaferia?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“We’ll start counting down. Every second you waste, one member of the away team will die.”
Helen sat there silently. These were no ordinary coppers.
A horrid scream could be heard on a communicator they were holding next to her ear. Was it fake?
And another. Helen started breathing faster. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face.
“Commander just tell them already! Stop being a smart ass and tell them!” A familiar voice said. It was June Vasquez. They were not playing around.
“No. No we did not detect the councillor from orbit.” She said in an exasperated voice.”
“You here that? Their scanners won’t be able to detect us.”
“What do you mean!” the helmsman shouted.
“We know all we need. Good night.”
“Okay Commander, tell me what you and the ensign got.” the captain said.
“Well captain, we got a couple of decoys we’ll be spreading around the planet’s most protected areas.” The commander said.
“Using the ensigns skill in communications, we were able to create a probe capable of emitting the same identification signal as the Coronado.” Macaraeg said as he pointed to one of the dozen silver cylinders in the cargo bay.
He and the ensign had worked quickly for almost two hours. They only had sixty hours left before they had to return to Earth. Only sixty more hours before they could prevent a war.
“Are they ready commander?” the captain asked.
“Let’s get ready to launch them”
The captain’s communicator chirped. He picked it up.
“Captain there’s something approaching our way, we weren't able to detect it but-”
The ship shook violently. Next the lights flickered out. The faint sound of ripping metal occurred. It must have been a few decks down.
“Did you hear that Jaren?” The commander asked.
“Yes, I heard it quite well.”
“What was that!?” Ensign Kurtz shrieked.
“Not good” The captain said.
The hunter thrust himself from the airlock into the hallway. Sickbay was down a few decks on these types of ships. Eight turned on his night vision. Dozens of crew members stood still. As if that was going to do anything. These people should have minded their own business.
Eight gunned down crewmembers with glee. He was almost tempted to go and cause a warp core breach. Not today, though. Five had been compromised. His termination was not successfully completed by Seven. He would correct that soon.
Eight flew towards the central atrium and headed down from there until he had reached the sickbay. He forced open the doors. Five was laying down with the ship’s doctor standing over him. He shot down the doctor.
“Eight?” Five said, trying to pull himself up. They had him chained to the bed.
“Five what do they know?” Eight asked.
“The know about the Custodian. I don’t know how but I felt something probing by mind…”
“The captain’s a Begalan. They can read your mind if they probe long enough. Do they know anything else?”
“No, He was only able to get those two words.”
Eight reached down to press the termination key on his suit. Five’s unmasked face had a look of disappointment. He was the youngest of them, and almost like a younger brother to eight. Eight’s vision blurred behind his mask.
“Tell me Eight, was it worth it?”
“Beyond measure. Good bye Five” Eight said as he rushed out of the sickbay. He forced the doors closed and sighed as he activated the termination sequence, telling himself it was for the better of everyone in the Federation.
The sickbay exploded into flames, throwing out shards of metal and glass into the plaza. The door was launched towards the turbolift shaft in the center of the ship, clanging it’s way to the bottom, where it got lodged.
Starfleet bodies were flung as well. He felt nothing but hate for them. They had dishonored and violated Five, not allowing him to die dignified.
Eight flew through the ship, returning to their point of entry. Suddenly he was stopped. A clawed hand grabbed him by the leg. It was the captain. The canine looked angry.
“Don’t think you can come aboard my ship and kill my crew, and leave in one piece.”
The beast grabbed his face. Eight’s visor showed cracks. He could feel his ankle starting to give way.
“I don’t feel sorry for killing torturers and savages.”
“I’ll show you savage!”
Eight felt the claws slice into his face. He stunned the captain repeatedly, failing each time. He powered up his thrusters. The claws ripped into his flesh as he escaped the captains grip.
“Get off me, dog!”
Eight escaped into his ship, leaving for his next mission. He stared at the captain, who looked at the vessel from behind a forcefield as the Coronado’s power returned.