Let my people Go

Posted on Fri May 29th, 2015 @ 10:13am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant Christopher Hartley & 1st Lieutenant Leroy Mangalia & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale & Ensign Wilfred (Wedge) Miles & Ensign Boregard (Bojay) McKay

786 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: Orbit of fifth planet
Timeline: Current

Leroy made sure that he had refilled the large mug, grabbed Bojay and his wingman, and the three tore off away from the ship to intercept the unknown commander. Two of his pilot's were in orbit of the same planet, shields up and staring the much larger ship down. Doing quick warp jumps, like skipping a stone across a pond, the three fighters quickly came up behind the other two.

"All four of you, fall in behind me. I want Marshal and Joneson in the rear to scramble for help if anything happens." Turning off the intercommunication device that kept the birds talking at all times, he placed outfit on broadcast so the Commodore could hear as well.

-^-Unidentified ship, this is Master Sergeant Leroy Mangalia, USS Calypso. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?-^-

"This is Captain Akram Butt of the civilian freighter Scorn. You have an employee of mine and I wish to see him freed." Came the reply over the comm system.

"Understood Captain," Leroy said with a smile. "I can of course escort you to my boss, and y'all can hash that out."

"Thank you very much." Came a polite reply over the comm.

-^-Form up, me on point. Keep weapons up,--^- Leroy shot to his pilot's before he spun around. "Follow me Captain, we'll be there shortly."

With the Leader at point Bojay took the rear left flank of the vessel; he dare not use his targeting system as that might provoke reactions. He held steady behing the ship.

Wedge wanted to flick his passive tageting but that might not be such a good idea; he was training it with hiws eyes; his brain making the calculations for him. Training down upon the new ship Wedge was a good targeting man; in flight school it was said his 'optics' were nearly as good as a computer aided system. From his eyes and reflexes he could size up a target and lock on before anyone in his class. He was aggressive but his kill ratio is among the highest in the Flight School.

Sending a signal back to the Calypso, Leroy Jumped to half impulse, checking his scanners to make sure the ship was following. His eyes taking in everything, but they had been designed to do that. "Captain, what do you know about operations in this sector?"

"Captain Butt's employee is an arms dealer. HE was selling weapons and fueling the war between the Panerians and Octurians. If this man is involved, I want to talk to him, but he can't be trusted."

"See what I can do, and we'll keep an eye on this new guest." Leroy spun around again so he was facing the freighter. "This is going to be a long day." He said to no one in particular.

*USS Calypso*

Chris sighed as he tried to make sense of the reports in front of him. "How the hell is this still a problem?" He asked himself. He shook his head as he threw a PADD down onto his desk. Picking up his coffee, he tried to decide on the best course of action. As he took a sip of his coffee, he then picked up a slice of pizza. As he went to take a bite, every light in the office went off. "Does this ship not want me to eat?" He demanded angrily as he went to leave his office...and walked into the door. "Bloody hell." He muttered.

[Bridge]

Sam walked onto the bridge from her ready room just as the lights went out. "What the... Get emergency power on now," she ordered. It was never good when the power went out. Especially when they had several prisoners on board.

She tapped her combadge. "Bridge to Engineering. What happened?"

[Engineering]

Chris growled in anger as he finally forced the doors to his office open when his comm. badge beeped. He frowned at that, because if the communicators were still working...

"Hartley here. I'm working on answering that question right now. I'm confused because if all power is out, then communications should be out as well." Chris replied.

"Combadges are not dependent on the ship to operate," Sam replied. "Ships communications are down."

"I'll see what's going on, and see if I can get power back. I'll keep you updated." Chris said, forcing his office doors open, and entering main engineering.

"Thank you. York out.".
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OFF

Master Sergeant Leroy Mangalia
Flight Leader

Ensign Boregard "Bojay" McKay
Fighter Pilot

Ensign Wilfred "Wedge" Miles
Fighter PIlot

Marshall & Jones
Fighter Pilots

Captain Akram Butt
Captain of the Scorn

Lieutenant Christopher Hartley
Chief Engineer

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

 

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