Murder Investigation Party
Posted on Sun Oct 19th, 2014 @ 2:21am by Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste & Logan & Spock The Monkey
853 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
Deadly Diplomacy
Location: Classified Location
ON:
Remy sat at the console of the Delta Flyer labeled Horus. The craft itself drifted slowly in space, its external holo-emitters working at full power in order to keep its masquerade of being a drifting piece of debris. In the middle of a piece of space known as The Junkyard. This is where suspected Orion Syndicate members came to meet secretly. Baptiste and his team was charged with capturing them red handed, but the problem was it was a waiting game and Remy hated to wait.
“How much longer has it been?” Remy said in a frustrated tone as he turned his seat around to face Logan.
“About 5 minutes from the last time.” Logan replied with a smirk as he kept his eyes focused on the console. He tapped in another set of coordinates which brought up another area of space. “Nothing in Area D.” He said as he let out a sign and tapped in another set. “Horus, have you finished running the tests on the holo emitters?”
“Yes, Logan. All systems are functioning properly after Ensign Mira’s modifications.” The deep voice from the computer replied.
“Excellent.” Logan commented. A smile formed on his face after hearing Jayna’s name. “Remind me to send her a message to let he know how its working out.”
“I will add that to the other numerous messages you asked me to remind you to send her.” Horus replied, with almost a hint of humor in his tone.
“Yeah, yeah.” Logan tapped another set of numbers as another area appeared on the monitor. “Nothing in Area F.”
Remy sighed deeply in frustration. This was starting to get on his nerves. First, they were removed from the Ares and asked to return to their normal duties. Then, their request to add Jayna to their team was granted, only to find out she had to report back to headquarters for a debriefing. What bothered him the most was that he wasn’t told for why, but he could find out what the debriefing was all about. However, Remy promised Logan he wouldn’t pull any strings and leave Jayna to her business.
“This is a fool’s errand, Logan. Two weeks we have been through this and so far we have pulled up nothing. No signs. No meeting. No nothing.” Remy slammed his hand on the console. “It’s time to face that we have been put out to pasture. All we are waiting for is for someone to put the gun to Old Yeller and- Bam! No more Horus. No more team. No more Remy.”
“Old Who?” Logan questioned
“It’s a dog.”
Logan looked at him confused. “Did you just compare yourself to a dog?”
“What? No… Well… No. Shut up, Logan.” Remy looked at him, almost insulted by the accusation as he turned back around to face the piloting controls.
Logan smirked as turned his head, hearing the console go office. He tapped at it, bringing up an encrypted message. “Horus. Decrypt message please.”
“Decrypting Message, Logan.” The heavy male voice came over the speakers of the Delta Flyer. “Would you like me to read it aloud?”
“Sure.” Logan replied, swinging his chair back around to face Remy as Spock, the Capuchin monkey, jumped onto his shoulder.
”Lieutenant Rembrandt Batiste. Admiral Maxwell Hunter has requested your presence and cordially invite you to the Starship Calypso for a Murder Investigation Party. Formal dress is required and your room has already been assigned. Your VIP plus two invitation has been left for you at reception along with your room key. Please send your RSVP to the following coordinates to give the staff enough time to prepare for your arrival. Thank you again for being a valuable subscriber to Detective Comics, or DC for short. Sincerely, Miss Moneypenny
“Murder Investigation Party?” Logan questioned as Remy swung the pilot chair around, a large smile on his face. “Kind of an odd thing to send during a covert recon, don’t you think?”
“It’s code, Mister Logan. Good old Vanya. Always making things interesting.” Remy said as he stood up and walked over to Logan, still smiling. “It means that we are finally out of here and on a real assignment.” He smack his large Caitian friend on the shoulder and walked away. “Please take the helm, Watson. For the game, is afoot?”
Logan watched Remy leave, an odd look on his face as he looked at Spock, who just shrugged his shoulders and let out a screech. “Who’s Watson?” He stood up and walked over to the pilot chair, sitting down as the Capuchin leaped from his shoulder onto a nearby console. “And what the hell does the game is a foot mean?”
OFF:
Lieutenant Rembrandt “Remy” Batiste
Chief Intelligence Officer
Logan
Assistance Chief Intelligence Officer
Spock The Monkey
Infiltration Officer
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