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Lukas looked back up at the screen after he had acknowledged Gwen's
mission roster request. Though he had objections to almost all of the
senior staff going on the mission, he knew it might be the necessary
thing to do. He had a rendezvous to keep and they were already late.
"Mr. Lost," he said tot he helmsman. "Set coordinates to 245.7, best
towing speed, and engage." He rose from the command seat and started
for the lift. "Mr. Haas, please accompany me. Lt. Tracy, you have the
bridge. Ah'll be beaming over to the Orahon ship."
Lt. Haas immediately moved from his seat at OPS and accompanied the
captain in the turbo lift. As the doors closed he asked, "Could I-I
inquire as to what is going on, sir?"
"Transporter room one," Lukas said. Then to Haas, "Of course, Lt. You
will be a part of a mission, led by Commander Marqusa to recover the USS
Chekov."
"the Chekov, sir?" Haas
asked. "A Defiant-class ship, a-assigned to Special Ops, I
believe."
"Precahsely, Lt..," Lukas replied. He was impressed
with the Rigellian's knowledge of the fleet. "There is a possibility
it has come under Gladaham's control."
"B-by the stars," Haas exclaimed.
"mah thought exactly," Lukas said. The turbo lift
stopped and both officers walked tot he transporter room. Lukas gave
the transporter operator the coordinates. He and Haas stepped onto the
transporter and were beamed over tot he smaller ship being towed by the
Eagle.
"Sir ?" Haas asked as they beamed into
the darkened control room of the Orion ship. Haas wrinkled his nose as
a stench hit him. "Oh geeze, Orions ships!.... Wh-why don't we just
use the E-eagle?"
"See if you cain
get the air recircultors working," Lukas said, also offended by the
odor inside this small ship. "Colonel Suntun believes Gladiam will be
looking for the Eagle to come after him and will
immediately use the
ship's cloak to either hahde or even trah to destroy the Eagle."
"Chekov has a cloaking device?" Haas asked with quite a bit of
surprise in his voice. He quickly accessed the ship's automated
systems and started the air circulation system. "I thought we weren't
s-supposed to have a cloaking device, sir."
Lukas was looking over the navigation panel. He had
wanted to fly one of these ships since he was a boy. Maybe he would
get the opportunity when the mission was over. "You will fahnd, Mr.
Haas, that some factions in Starfleet can be as sneaky as any Tal-Shiar
or Obsidian Order member cain be."
"Aye, sir," Haas commented. He
brought ship's power online. The lights came up in the cramped control
room. "M-Main power on, sir. But l-looking over the status of things,
it seems who-ever is going to be our engineer is going to have their
hands full."
Lukas moved over to the console where Haas was at. He
glanced over his shoulder. "Pssh! This'll be a cake-walk for Jeff."
He looked around the control room. "This surely ain't the Eagle,
Rommie, but the Orahons do now how to build ships."
"Y-you make it sound like you'd rather
be doing this mission, sir."
Lukas put his hand on the Rigellian's shoulder. He was about to
confirm the OPS officer's observation when his comm badge sounded.
"Eagle to Commodore Fyrstk," came the voice of the replacement
OPS officer.
"Fyrstk, here," Lukas said, tapping his comm badge.
"Sir, Lt. Tracy asked me to relay to you that we have arrived at the
coordinates. There is no ship here, but there is a log buoy."
Automatically the hairs on the back of Lukas's neck stood up. He knew
Lance was supposed to be at this rendezvous point with some kind of
vital information. It was important enough that it had to be delivered
in person. "Sound yellow alert, Ensign. Access the log buoy and send
the contents to mah ready room. Ah'm beaming over rahght away."
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Commodore Lukas Fyrstk
Commanding Officer
Lt. Roman Haas
Operations/Second Officer
