Back on the Calypso (part 2)
Posted on Wed Aug 29th, 2012 @ 2:38am by Commodore Samantha York & Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga (Hel) Lowe & Robert Patrick & Lieutenant Jourdan Abbott
1,268 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission: Subjugation
ON
Even with the crew officially on shore leave, Helga found plenty to keep herself occupied. She took a detailed inventory of everything in sickbay and all the supplies in cargo bays marked for medical. Then she sent in requisitions for anything still missing -- which, fortunately, wasn't much.
She considered a bit of redecorating, but decided without Commander Bowen's approval it wouldn't be a good idea.
Helga was still optimistic that the doctor would return. Ships disappeared from time to time for many reasons. The USS Voyager, for one. It ended up in the Delta Quadrant for seven years. Granted, she didn't think the Von Braun was in the Delta Quadrant, but it was bound to turn up sooner or later. She was hoping for sooner.
Robert Patrick sang a Scottish tune as he unpacked bottles of alcohol and synthohol in the back of the bar. He'd spent a week on Risa and then a week shopping for unique beverages to bring back with him.
Now he was looking forward to a return to business. For kicks he organized the bottles by color. Red, yellow, green, blue, purple, clear. He came across a case of Cherokee Fire Water. What amused him lost was it had nothing to do with the Cherokee people or their version of fire water. It was a unique beverage that glowed read and burned all the way down. He tried one and spent the next two hours dousing the fire. Now, he was eager to share the experience with outers.
He went from one drinking song to another as he moved from stocking bottles to stocking snacks. Even though he had several replicators both behind and in front of the bar, he liked to have some real snacks on hand for special events. Just like he had bottles of real alcohol -- as long as he knew he wasn't sending someone on duty drunk. Or there was a good reason to party.
"Hey, boss! I have a dozen kegs of bloodwine. Where do you want them?" A small, burly man stuck his head through the door.
"Storage room 2. It's got an image of a bat-leth on the door. ALl Klingon foodstuffs go in there." He'd learned after his first trip to keep lots of bloodwine. Klingons knew the real stuff and could get quite irritated if they had to drink replicated wine.
"Okay, boss! Then I'll start on the inventory."
[USS Torchwood]
Jourdan looked around at the crew of the old Miranda class ship.
"Well, at least we got the rest of the Vaun Braun crew back" she said. "Shame we didn't find York or Raine" Jourdan said.
"Are long range communications online?" Jourdan asked.
"Aye" the woman at operations said.
"Hail Admiral Burke. We should at least let her know whats happened"
"Another message for you, Admiral. This time from a Lieutenant Abbott from the USS Torchwood," Millie, the Admiral's Aide-De-Camp said over the comm system.
The Torchwood? That name was familiar somehow... Burke quickly looked it up. The Torchwood was tasked with protecting the Federation from outside threats. It disappeared 25 years ago. The Captain at the time was Captain Jack Harkness. Lieutenant Jourdan Abbott was the Chief Engineer on the USS Calypso. Kathryn sat straighter. Finally some answers. "Patch her through."
The image on the computer flashed to that of Lieutenant Abbott. "Hello, Lieutenant."
"Admiral Burke" Jourdan said. "We've managed to rescue the crew of the Von Braun" Jourdan reported. "We also recovered the USS Torchwood here, she was derelict. However we've only got enough fuel to go another five lightyears. We'll be stuck out in space" Jourdan explained.
"And we're getting a touch hungry. The replicators aren't working." Another voice, female, explained, in the background.
Kathryn checked the position of all the starships in the area. "The USS Tennant can get to you within the hour." She sent a priority one message to Captain Baker to divert course and help the Torchwood get home.
"Where is Captain York?" Burke asked. "Did you find Commander Raine?"
"No Admiral. I'm sorry, but we couldn't find them anywhere" Jourdan replied in a slightly dull tone and saddened tone.
Kathryn slumped a little in her chair, saddened at the news. "I'm sorry to hear that, Lieutenant. I am glad that you and the others are well. I look forward to hearing your report once you rendezvous with the Tennant. Burke out."
Once the connection closed she put a hand over her eyes. This was not the news she'd hoped for.
She needed to report this to Starfleet Command, but not right now. Right now, she needed a little time to adjust to the news. She hated losing Captains. "Computer, play Mozart."
As the music began to play she went to the replicator and hot, sweet tea.
Several hours later, Kathryn sat at her desk, finishing up her work for the day, when her comm chirped. "Burke here," she said, still going over a file.
"This is Captain Kellen of the Starship Euphrates. I need to speak to you on a secure channel."
Kathryn sat up straighter. Why a secure channel? She ran a quick check of the Captain and his ship. There was nothing about a mission that might require confidentiality. "Give me a moment, Captain."
Kathryn set up a secure channel and switched the comm link. "Go ahead, Captain."
The image faded, to be replaced by that of Captain Samantha York. "Admiral, I hope you are well."
Burke was more than a little surprised. "Samantha... I was told you and Commander Raine didn't make it."
"You should be getting my report momentarily. We were captured by Orion pirates and conscripted to work in an underground mining facility. I think you should send a Starship immediately. As far as I know, the rest of my crew is still there."
"Your crew is en route here aboard the Torchwood," Burke replied. Although she had yet to hear back from them, she was confident they'd rendezvoused with the Tennant.
The report arrived in the Admiral's message file. She scanned through it quickly, her eyes widening as she did so. "I'll send it to Millie immediately and have the nearest starship sent to investigate."
She took a moment to send her aide a message and turned back to Sam. "What of Commander Raine?"
Sam smiled radiantly. "Damon's with me now. We were picked up by ... another ship. Non-Starfleet. It took us a little while to get to where we could send you a message."
"I'm very glad you're both alive and well."
"Thank you, Admiral. I'll keep this short for now." Everything she needed to say was in her report. For now, she would keep Kilgore's involvement a secret. Sam could see no reason to bring his name into this. Not yet, anyway.
"What's your ETA?" Kathryn asked.
"Five days, if all goes well."
"I want to see you as soon as you get here." There were still a lot of questions Kathryn wanted answered.
"Yes, ma'am." This was going a lot better than Sam had feared. Although, after her long absence she wasn't sure exactly what she feared.
"Good. Again, I'm very glad to hear from you. See you in five days. Burke out."
OFF
Admiral Kathryn Burke
Commander, Theta Fleet
Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Theta Fleet
Lieutenant Jourdan Abbott
Chief Engineer
USS Calypso
Senior Chief Petty Officer Helga Lowe
Nurse
USS Calypso
Robert Patrick
Bartender
USS Calypso
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