On
Lukas sat next to
Captain Reinert of the USS
Intrepid, and
watched the Quidditch match with interest. He couldn't help but think
what a "beautiful day" it was for the match. The program was set up to
set the "weather" randomly. He had heard of other teams playing in
almost blinding rain or heavy winds. Fortunately, this match was being
held under sunny, clear blue skies.
The roar of the crowd was deafening at times. Across the pitch, Lukas
could see the stands where the Eagle crew were sitting. He knew there
was a mix of actual crewmembers who had shore leave on the station and
holographic images of those actually watching from the Eagle's
holo-deck. The only somewhat-quiet area of the stands was where the Intrepid's
crew sat. As expected with a mostly Vulcan crew, they did not cheer
for their team, but merely watched with a quiet fascination. The
noise level had surged when Gwen had gotten a hold of the Quaffle and
was
now headed to the Intrepid goal rings.
Gwen flew straight for the Intrepid's
keeper. She could sense that Ratch had flown up and was right under
her. One good thing about her being an empath was that she could sense
the crew members around her, without having to see them. It wasn't
like she was cheating or anything. She didn't have the ability to turn
on and off the empathic powers. She could have taken a psi
suppressant, but that would have been unfair to her, as those things
have a tendency to mess her up in more then just stopping her from
using empathy.
When Gwen was within 15 feet of the Intrepid Keeper, she just let
the quaffle slip out of her grasp and drop down below where Ratch was.
She kept flying straight for the keeper, not showing any indication
that she no longer had the quaffle nor was she showing signs of
changing her direction. It had now turned into a mind game of playing
chicken. Who would flinch first? Well, it definitely wasn't going to
be Gwen.
When she got within one foot of the keeper, he tilted to his left,
to move just barely out of Gwen's way. She kept flying straight, and
Ratch came up on her left, keeping Gwen between herself and the
Intrepid Keeper. Just as Gwen was next to the Keeper, Ratch threw
the Quaffle at the far right goal. The Intrepid's keeper had no way of
defending that goal, since he would have to fly through Gwen and Ratch
in order to get to it.
The
crowd erupted in cheers. The maneuvers were brilliant to watch. Even
the Vulcans were nodding appreciatively at the deception pulled off by
the Eagle players.
Gwen flew past the keeper and then pulled a 180 to congratulate
Ratch on the nice score. Just as she neared the doctor, she felt a
weird sensation and then she was gone. Her broom hung there in midair,
riderless.
Lukas was on his feet. As he tried to believe what he actually just
sawwas true, his comm badge beeped.
"Eagle to Commodore Fyrstk," came the calm voice of Lt. Borek.
"Go ahead Lieutenant," Lukas said tapping his comm badge. He was
already making his way out of the official's box. At the same time the
sky above the crowd turn red and an alert sounded throughout the
speakers.
"Captain. We have been tracking a ship on approach to the station.
They veered away from the docking port and have apparently engaged a
transporter beam."
"Acknowledged, Lieutenant," Lukas said. "Try and stop that ship.
Recall the crew and go to red alert. Have the transporter room beam me
directly to the bridge."
OFF
A joint post by:
Commodore Lukas Fyrstk
Commanding Officer
Lt. Commander Gwen Marqusa
Acting XO/Chief of Security/Tactical officer
Dr. Ratchet Hamza
Chief Medical Officer
USS Eagle
