The Plan in Motion
Posted on Thu Jun 22nd, 2023 @ 1:32am by Commodore S'thenosis Gorgox & Commander Dean House & Lieutenant Commander Sandra "Phantom" Risa & Lieutenant Chester "Duo" Maxwell & Lieutenant Commander Thriss Kla'ren & Lieutenant T'Ka O’Drisscol & 1st Lieutenant Kate Score & Lieutenant JG Blake Leone & Ensign Syrik & Ensign Kitiuas Thenis & Lieutenant Thomas Haldeman & Lieutenant Alison Haldeman & Lieutenant Sarah Wilson & Senior Chief Petty Officer Ronson Mitchell
Mission:
Repairs and Retribution
Location: USS Sunfire / Starbase 67
Timeline: Current-ish
The team made it to the bridge by various means. Some walked, some beamed in, but all that mattered was the task ahead. They had a plan, they just needed to put it in motion. There was talk of a cloaking device, talk of the Orion's and their ship, and talk of consequences. They had nutted out a very basic plan, and were a out to put it into motion. Ronson and Sarah sat at respective stations at the rear of the bridge and waited with baited breath.
Alison sat at the bridge engineering console, she was more of a spare body with both Maxwell, and Kla’ren doing their jobs. These were her crew now, she wanted to be there to support the rescue operation.
Score walked onto the bridge and stood off to the side, watching the current events Take Place.
Ronson looked up as the newcomer entered the bridge. She looked as though she belonged there and no-one seemed the question it. Taking a second, the Yeoman referred to the crew manifest and found Score was newly assigned. "Welcome aboard, sorry it's not under better circumstances" he commented.
"Yes, I can agree But No Steals Ships Ever" Kate Said, And she didn't sound happy
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Later, Bonnie returned to the conference room only to find no one there. Apparently they had already decided on a plan and were preparing or currently attempting to enact said plan. This put her in a difficult position. She fretted and heavily questioned her own ability to maintain a secret.
There had been a number of times in her life someone had asked her to keep a secret and she would try and hold on to it. But it was there, in the forefront of her mind and often sitting on her tongue, waiting for the right person to ask the right question. When that happened she would spill the beans and then some. Like a flood gate her secrets would be unleashed.
She asked the computer to locate the Sunfire bridge officers and was met with “They are currently onboard the Sunfire, Deck 1, Bridge.” At least most of them. Some had gone to the station and others to the engine room of the Sunfire. They were clearly prepping her for departure.
Bonnie bit her tongue and headed for the bridge, walking fast, eyes forward, mouth shut. As the doors slid open, she looked about the room and realized most of the bridge stations were already being taken by people who were in the conference room. Everyone seemed to be on board with the idea of stealing the ship. She was in doubt but maintained silence.
-SNIP-
"Sir, Station shipmaster has advised a small vessel has just been stolen and is heading out of the Starbase." Ronson announced "I bet you the Captain's coffee stash that it's Patin and Remal"
"No bet Ronson. I'd say that is a safe bet to make." Tom replied as he sat at Operations and turned his attention to checking the board. "Ops shows all green." He announced.
"Um," Bonnie started, "Ronson's right. They want you to know they are planning on using Remal as bait. Something about the abduction made them think the Cardassians would return for Remal. So we, we, um, they injected him with a subdermal beacon for us to be able to follow them, er, him." She said as she pulled up the tracking information for the beacon.
"They, uh, they want us to follow them, maybe even try to stop them in order to make it look convincing." She squeaked out. "We've got to make the Cardassians believe Remal went off on his own or else they might not make it back alive."
"Of course it's going to be them," Dean shook his head a little. "How is that going to make them believe it when the Cardassians aren't even here. That also stops us from doing what we'd planned on. This splitting up is so stupid. Signal the station we'll handle it. Make it look good."
"Yessir" Ronson swivelled around and made the appropriate communications with the station as the Sunfire made their way into open space. He waited for a moment before an acknowledgement was received, albeit a little delayed as those in command of the station obviously conferred in the background.
"We have clearance and authority to persue Sir" the Yeoman replied.
"Lay in a course and over take them." Dean paused a moment, "Hmm. I don't believe I've actually been in command command of a ship before. I gotta do the thing." Giving a thoughtful look, given he hadn't. This was one of those situations the Sunfire was his. At least for now, and probably warranted a field promotion to Captain. There was not need to go that far with it, however. "No..not 'Engage' or 'Punch It' or 'Hit the Gas.' Lets go with...Driver picks the music!"
Ronson swivelled around at the odd turn of phrase with a bemused expression. "Does that mean 'go' Sir?" He asked for the sake of everyone else.
Dean gave a nod, "Yes, it means go." Glancing to Tactical, "Take us to Yellow alert."
T'ka was in his office down in the medical bay, as soon as the ship went to yellow alert, he pushed his comm badge "Commander house do you need me on the bridge?" he spoke as he drained the rest of kafica klingon coffee.
Taps his comm badge, "Actually that probably wouldn't be a bad idea, T'ka."
On board the civilian transport...
They were already at warp, having slipped away from the station without further complications. The small ship was cruising efficiently at a comfortable warp 6.25, the most Patin could squeeze out of her. This put their arrival into Cardassians space at approximately 3.5 hours. Any ship pursuing would reach them before they crossed which was the reason they asked Bonnie to delay the Sunfire by at least 30 minutes.
The idea flittering through Patin's noggin was to have the Sunfire disable the small ship and leave them for dead so they could limit and fight with the Cardassians. It was convoluted as far as plans go, but it was all hers and there was no turning back now. She looked over at Remal who had the look of a worried man plastered upon his face. "Alright, out with it. What's eating away at you?"
"Me?" He questioned innocently. "Oh only about a million different things. Where would you like me to start counselor?" He provided a half grin but it wasn't very convincing. "Me, then, hell I'm even worried about you. If they come for me and find you, a spare, you're liable to be shot instead of captured."
"No need to worry about me." She said as she took a dagger out of the chest pocket, spun it nearly in her fingers before sliding it back in with a thwip of metal on leather. "I knew what I was getting into. As for Nozzie, I'm sure she's going to be sore from whatever they are putting her through, but you know as well as I, she is strong, and she gives as good as she gets."
"I get it. I've tried for so long now to get her to slow down and appreciate the life we have, only to have her beaten down and tortured mission after mission. Sometimes I think she does it to herself on purpose just to see me sweat."
"I'm surprised they haven't grounded her for the sheer number of ships she's crashed or the number of times she's told me she's almost died." Patin proclaimed as she lost count in her head. "Listen, worrying is like trying to solve Coshuctons Therum by chewing a Jumja stick. It doesn't help. Please, try to get some rest. I'll be sure to wake you when the fun begins."
He grumbled but knew she was right as he reclined the seat, folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. The waiting was always the hardest part.
Down in main engineering the scene was bustling. Nobody had expected the sudden-ish departure but Thriss knew his engineers were up to the task of getting the Sunfire's engines warmed up. In the time since he got to the engine room they had gotten the engines ready and he just needed to advise the bridge. Thriss tapped his communicator. "Kla'ren to bridge."
"Go ahead, Kla'ren." Dean glanced up at the voice a little bit just with his eyes.
The USS Sunfire, pride of the fleet, stood stark against the vastness of space. Her external illumination came on dramatically one after another as the engines slowly came back to life. Her deflector dish hummed into a bright white glow with blue trimmings around the mathematical patterned edges. She was still days away from ful reparations but her teeth were barred and ready to hunt. While pieces of her were missing physically, they were missing emotionally too. The moorings had been cleared. And as the ship began to inch forward, a call came across the comms. "Good luck Sunfire, we await your triumphant return."
TBC
