Team DS9 - 8

Posted on Thu Oct 30th, 2025 @ 1:00pm by Lieutenant Commander Bonnie "Bon-Bon" Durnell & Commander Dean House & Lieutenant JG Micheal Stevens & Lieutenant JG Ameila Montana & Ensign Kitiuas Thenis ie-Jia'anKahr & Commander Jennifer Baldric

2,034 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: For Bajor!
Location: DS9

SNIP~"Kira to Commander Baldric, you'd better get to ops, we have a situation," rang the call.~SNIP

Dean kind of ignored the arm shot physically, though the look on his face was an apology. After all he didn't plan on dying after all. The slap to the face Bonnie gave him got a look of surprise for a split second. Reaching up to rub his cheek. "I'm sorry." Giving a look to the call, "Hmm..well now what..."

"You guys head to the computer core and find anything that can link that Nausicaan ship to our attack. I need to speak to Kira," Baldric replied as she pushed her chair back and stood. "Please don't try to die on me again? The paperwork is a bitch, and I kinda like you," she took off at a fast jog.

"Baldric to Kira. On my way"

Kitiuas stood herself; she was dog-tired but knew the mission. "Okay, guess we should get started, faster this is over, faster I can find some rest. A luxury nowadays for me." She started with a smile.

Bonnie stood, ever the follower, despite her food only being half gone, she intended to live up to her offer to help. "I'll grab a tricorder and meet you there."

OPS

Michael stood at security at the station's Ops, going over the readings on the terminal, still things were not going well for the team, and helping out the station's security force might help things go smoother.

Baldric arrived in Ops a few minutes later, heading directly to Kira's office and allowing the doors to slide closed behind her.

"What's the situation?" She asked directly to the Bajoran CO.

"The Nausicaans, they're not happy. Something about us holding one of their people hostage and blaming the Bajorans. They took a few pot shots, no damage, but enough to get their point across." Kira was angry and wanted answers that Baldric couldn't give. Kira activated footage over Bajor. "They also managed to destroy Bajor's primary weather satellite. Without it, Bajor will return to being a dried-up dustbowl of a planet, not suitable for advanced life."

"Surely the planet maintained a viable ecosystem without the aid of weather satellites" Baldric asserted as the destroyed satellite was brought up on the screen. "However these satellites I believe were being used to control the lack of rain, rather than a balance. At least that's what Captain Kaylen said when I last spoke to her. They had reset the master satellite...and now someone has gone and blown it up"

"True, and I may have exaggerated slightly, however unless this culprit is caught and we come to understand why, there's no reason they wouldn't do it again. I'm coordinating with the local government in Ashalla to replicate a replacement with an upgraded weapons system but it will take some time to get it built and back into orbital alignment. That's where you and the Sunfire come in."

"You want us to act as the master satellite and coordinate the weather in the short term? Or devise a data communication system that will allow DS9 to take over in the medium term. No wait, let me guess. Option C - all of the above?" Baldric looked from Kira, to the monitor and back again. "And we're still sorting out the little sabotage issue."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you" Kira said simply with a smile that showed ahe had planned this before Baldric had even come in the door 10 minutes ago.

"Miracle worker is not part of my resume," Baldric retorted with just a hint of attitude. Her own people were now going to be stretched thin, not to mention the DS9 staff that were already exhausted.

"As you know, Starfleet hasn't allocated any resources for any official operation; however, it doesn't cost much to have the Sunfire and the Defiant form a defensive line to keep whoever it is from shooting down any more weather stations. From there, since the ship will already be in position, there's nothing stating you can't link up and act as the Master Control station until the replacement is built."

Kira walked over and picked up the baseball that once belonged to her predecessor and was her source of reason. "When it's ready, assuming we haven't shut down our assailant by then, we'll likely need a fighter escort to get the new Satellite into orbit safely." She turned the ball over in her hand. "I know your people are tired and busy, but you have manpower that we don't. Think you're up to it?"

"If the assailant is linked to the one Captain Kaylen is hunting on Bajor, she'll get them. Cut off the head as they say...as for the rest of it, we will help as much as we can. We need to make this right" Baldric nodded to affirm her words. "Some how, we'll find a way"

DS9 Computer CORE

Deep in the computer core, two black garbed workers hauled out the melted remnants of machinery and computer tech, stripping the room of anything but the walls in a deathly efficient manner. To anyone else, it looked as though they were a damage control team, when in actual fact they were removing as much evidence as they could before the Sunfire team returned.

Dean twisted the sword-cane's grip just ever so slightly in case he needed to actually use it. Giving a motion a moment for them to hold while he gave a look around a moment. Motioning quietly to the two figures.

Kit had already taken the precaution of ensuring she was armed, in the traditional Orion female way. Her weapons were small and hidden, and she was itching to try one of the new sticky bombs her mother had given her. She took a PaDD and a multi-spectrum camera with her. She trusted Bonnie would bring a tricorder and tools with her. Kit wanted a visual recording to help make a holovid of the scene, and the multi-spectrum camera was the best for such an endeavor. With a properly made scene, she could commandeer a holodeck and toy with the scene as she needed. As she rounded the corner to the computer core, she caught movement within.

Bonnie hurried to the station supply depot, picked up an engineering kit, sighing briefly, knowing it wasn't her own. She pocketed two tricorders, closed the hatch, and hurried off to the lift, once more ordering it to "Computer CORE."

Kit was just entering the turbolift to go down to the computer core. Her mind was still a bit fuzzy but she was formulating what she needed to do in their search for answers.

The clean-up was going well; the melted remains of the room were being beamed into one of the cargo holds of a docked starship, ready to get dumped somewhere in the Gamma quadrant, along with any other evidence they could destroy.

The lift doors parted with a hiss and the scent of burnt circuitry. Bonnie stepped out, her boots echoing down the corridor toward the computer core. The walls still hummed faintly, that uneasy buzz that meant systems were half-awake, half-dead.

Two figures in dark, soot-streaked maintenance gear were hauling a grav-cart stacked with what looked like melted conduits and half-twisted interface panels. Their helmets were down, faces obscured by the tinted visors. To anyone else, they might’ve looked like routine cleanup crew.

Bonnie slowed, balancing the engineering kit on one hip as she passed. “Busy night,” she said, voice casual, light , maybe too light.

One of them brushed her shoulder hard, muttering a gruff, “Watch it.”

Bonnie blinked, taken aback. “Sorry,” she murmured automatically, stepping aside. The tone was wrong, not weary or irritated, but territorial. She frowned slightly, glancing at the panel they’d just sealed shut. As the pair pushed past, she caught a flicker, a smear of blackened alloy with a faint Federation serial number, one she recognized from DS9’s internal systems. Her eyes followed the cart just long enough to notice the cargo transporter tags were blank. No destination.

She tapped her commbadge absently as she moved toward the door, her voice low. “Kit, it’s Bonnie. I’m at the Core. You here yet?”

Kit heard Bonnie call her and replied =^=Just about...=^= she was replying when she ran into a figure in dark, soot-streaked maintenance gear with his/her helmet down. Something wasn't right, then Kit brain kicked in, there was supposed to be no clean up till the investigative team cleared the scene. She was in the process of calling security =^=Security intru...=^= when she was hit with a bolt of energy. Kit collapsed into darkness.

Bonnie hesitated, gaze lingering down the corridor where the two “workers” disappeared around the bend. Something cold crept under her skin. “Just about...,” she said, forcing a steady tone. “Hey, do me a favor... bring that, um, multispectrum camera you like so much. I think someone’s cleaning up a little too well.”

She set her kit down by the bulkhead, and for just a heartbeat, she swore she heard something, a faint mechanical whirring, the sound of an active transporter cycle that wasn’t on the station grid. Her hand hovered over her tricorder. "Computer,” she said quietly, “confirm location of current material transfers originating from Core Section Four.”

The computer chirped once. Then another voice, her voice, but not, echoed softly from the comm line: “Now, now, Bonnie. Some things are better left erased.”

Her breath caught. And from somewhere down the corridor, the “cleanup crew” picked up their pace.

Well so much for being quiet about it. "Bonnie... I was trying to be quiet about it. Now we have to actually run and apprehend those two with a little more... urgency and flair." Glancing up, "Computer, security override, deck 23, sections 15 to 19, force fields."

As the doors opened the cleanup crew bolted, dodging and weaving through the throng of people in the wide corridors. Their cargo abandoned, but their task was mostly complete now, bar a few computer terminals and a small burned bulkhead.

Bonnie watched Dean run past, her heart skipping as she panicked about what she should be doing. Dean was on the move, Kit was still coming, or so she thought. The proverbial shit had hit the fan. She tapped her commbadge, "Bonnie to security, lock down this deck and monitor any transport signals. Dean, um, Commander House is in pursuit of... well... I don't know really."

The computer chirped once. "Bonnie, we've talked about this. You're alone. You're amess. No one is coming to save you or your little friends."

"Who... who are you. Why are you doing this?" Bonnie almost whimpered before pulling herself together.

"You already know AND you know how to fix this. All of this. Question is, do you have what it takes?" The voice, her voice, confident and irritating, seethed with something Bonnie would never understand. What she did know was this round and round was getting them no where and now they were cut off from security.

Kit slowly came around. Her vision was blurry and she had one hell of a headache, add to it a burning sensation on the left side of her chest, where her commbadge used to be she realized. ~Gisjacheh, I am going to skin the shechjuk alive when I catch him.~ she thought as she staggered to her feet. She checked to see if her commbadge was damaged as she knew it was. As she feared, the badge had taken the majority of the hit, and melted onto her chest. ~That does it, no more 'mister nice guy' from me.~ Kit thought as she stumbled to the nearest comm panel.

Baldric left Kira's office to head down to the computer core and aid her team, getting as much info as they could before heading back to the ship and turning it into a glorified weather satellite. She strode through the promenade towards the core, and found Kit seriously injured.

"Emergency medical beam-out. One to the infirmary!" she ordered as she approached Kit.

TBC

 

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