Sector Five (part 4)

Posted on Thu Jun 7th, 2012 @ 3:10pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Stran & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner

1,136 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Subjugation
Location: In the Mines

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Trent was clearly unimpressed with the weapon being pointed at him. "It is clear to me that you have already taken too many shots to the head with that thing. I'm a marine, I get dismissed by ranking marine officers." He made a grand show of looking around. "Looks like that's me. As for working as a team...I'm given no reason to help any of you right now. She," He threw his head in the direction of the tent "I tried to help. To top it off, you joke when one of your fellow officers pulls a gun on me and do nothing to stop him." The marine shook his head. "No, I see no reason to be here or work with any of you."

[NEW]

Daniels stepped aside. "Go ahead. Leave. We'll be sure to remember your ever-so-helpful assistance, when the time to leave goes. I hope the damn shuttle is full."

"I'll be sure to remember your warm hospitality." Trent jibed back as he looked down to the pistol. He opened his mouth to say more, but thought better of it. These people clearly had their priorities screwed up.

"That's not Kyt." Stran noted. "Likewise, it's not two officers joking. I am joking. With an infant."

"I am not an infant. I'm seven." Tramira said, forcefully.

"Seven, and well named." Stran, decided. He walked past Trent, back to York's tent. Daniels followed, without another word. Tramira followed suit. Trent was left, alone.

Free of anymore interruptions, Trent continued his way back to the war zone that was Sector 3.

Damion walked into the tent after Sam. He still held Ronnie close to him, but the threat of the disruptor was no longer and issue as he wasn't holding it to her anymore. He was finally gonna get to the truth of all this. To figure out what was really going on.

-=York's Tent=-

Sam turned to Damion. "Okay, now put down your weapon and let go of Ronnie so we can talk."

Damion looked into her eyes. Although normally he would be cautious, he trusted her. He didn't understand why. He also knew that, in no way, would he ever harm Ronnie. It was something about her that seemed to bring him at peace. The smell of her hair. The feel of her skin. Her voice. Her eyes. It was hard to say exactly, but he knew that he was only kidding himself when it came to harming her.

He gave a slight nod and then pushed Ronnie away from him gently. Slowly, he holstered his disruptor and held up his hands. Damion continued to look into Sam's eyes and cleared his throat. "Who the hell am I?" He said softly, but keeping a bit of an angry tone. "Everything I was lead to believe about myself is a lie! That little irritating man from the shop said I was a member of your crew, but until the other day, I have never spoken to you. He also told me that my name isn't Johnny Soprano. It's Damion.. Something or other."

"You're Damion Wolfe. You work in Starfleet Intelligence," she said softly. "Your last station was aboard the USS Calypso. You came with us to the Von Braun to search for Damon Raine. The ship was attacked and we ended up here. I don't know what led to your loss of memory." Sam accompanied her words with images sent telepathically so he could see what she was saying.

Ronnie, who hadn't stepped away, watched Damion's face, trying to understand what was going on in his head.

Damion flinched slightly. The images from her mind caught him off guards. He let out a slight growl and then yelled out. "Stay out!" Unexpectedly, he sent out his own image to her. She got taken back by the image of him standing in the rain. He stood over the body of an Andorian male. In Damion's hands was the retractable sword he always carried with him, except for now. In the Andorian's was the same kind of sword. He leaned down and picked it up, looking down at the body. Suddenly, from out of no where an Andorian woman came in, kneeling down in the mudd and picked up the males head slightly.

"You have to get him for this, Wolf. We both know he is responsible." The woman's voice faded and as she turned her head to look at him, her face and voice faded.

Damion held his head and closed his eyes. The memory seemed so real, but he wasn't sure where it came from. He growled slightly and then knocked over the table inside the tent, letting out a scream. "Dammit." He opened his eyes sharply, feeling a rush of anger and rage. "What the hell did you put in my head?!"

Ronnie couldn't help herself. She wrapped her arms around Damion and held him.

"Those weren't my memories. They were yours," Sam said, surprised at the flash of Damion's memory. "I can help you unlock your memories, if you wish."
[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

[NEW]

He stood there for a moment, taking in the embrace from Ronnie. Damion took in her scent and then quickly pushed her away. He looked at her oddly, not understanding what was going on. Here he was, just a few moments ago, threatening to kill her and the moment he has an outburst of angry she wraps her arms around him. Not afraid of what he might do. He looked over to Sam, keeping his confused looked. "Are you sure you want to do that? I don't even know I want to see what's in my head."

"I'm fine with it, if you want to know. It's entirely up to you, Damion," Sam said quietly.

Overhearing was a common Vulcan problem. Stran opened the flap. "If I may make a suggestion, captain?"

"Please do." Sam had considered a mind meld, but was hesitant to ask. However, if Stran offered, that was another thing entirely.

"While your skill level with telepathy is fairly well respectable, if the man is having difficulties with the idea of you being in his head, perhaps it would be more accetable, not to mention, private, to attempt to unlock Lieutenant Wolfe's memories, using a slightly more private, and easier to control, for both parties, methodology. Say, perhaps, a Vulcan mind-meld?" Stran asked, pointedly.

'Precisely." She turned to Damion. "Are you willing to participate in a mind meld?"


(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer

Lieutenant JG Cassandra Levue
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

Ensign Daniel Daniels
Security Officer

Ensign Stran
Security Officer

Private 1st Class Trent Kushner [Damon]
Marine

 

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