Counting Blessings

Posted on Thu Oct 13th, 2011 @ 3:01pm by Commodore Samantha York

620 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: CO's Quarters

ON

Sam woke with a start. She immediately reached out to Damon who slept peacefully, his back to her. She gently caressed his shoulder and arm. Ever since Leo's accident she'd been jittery. It could so easily have been Damon who was injured.

She hated to see any of her people hurt. But with Leo it touched a little too close to home. It wasn't long ago that Damon was the Marine CO. Then again, if he'd stayed a Marine he wouldn't even be here. He'd be on some planet, overseeing a civil war.

Sam cuddled closer and wrapped her arm around Damon. She couldn't imagine life without him. Had it really been two years? So much had happened since their first meeting on the Orion. Then she was just the Chief Science Officer, enamored of the handsome, charming Marine. Now, she'd been Captain for a year and a half -- and still madly in love.

The one thing she lacked to make her life perfect. But with Damon's fear of commitment, she wasn't sure he'd ever want to marry her. What was the old analogy? Why buy the cow when you could get the milk for free? No. She wouldn't go there. Damon loved her. Of that she had no doubt. She needed to be grateful for what she had -- for what they had. Not everyone got to live happily ever after. Not even starship captains.

Sam hugged him and kissed him on the shoulder. He was alive. He was here and they spent as much time as they could together. At least she had that. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. And he loved her in spite of herself.

Sam rolled over and slipped out of bed. This circular logic wasn't doing her any good. If she couldn't sleep, perhaps she could get some work done? She slipped on a robe and padded over to the replicator in the outer room. "Carrot tea, sweet." A cup appeared and she slowly began to sip the drink as she sat at her desk.

"Computer, pull up all the data we have on Michnar VII. Run a comprehensive analysis. Identify all recent activity by the current government and the rebel faction. Compare it to the spread of the virus and the technology. Display all patterns."

Data began to scroll across the console. Sam sipped her tea as she scanned through it. Slowly a pattern emerged. The planet was a Hodge podgy of technology, mostly archaic. But a year ago
there began to be pockets of much more advanced technology. Experimental plants in two cities that led to a burst of advances.

And, interestingly enough, these were the two cities where the opposition -- now the ruling government -- had their headquarters.

"Computer, check all records for missing or destroyed ships in the area that correspond with this influx of technology."

Several seconds later, the computer beeped. "IRW Celanna disappeared sixteen months, four days, twelve hours ago."

"How far away from here?"

"Two hours, twenty-nine minutes by shuttle."

"Is there any evidence that the ship ended up here?"

"Negative."

"Any circumstantial evidence?"

The computer began listing Romulan influences on a dozen different 'inventions' in the two cities.

That was good enough for Sam. She set down her teacup and began to compile a report for Starfleet. There may not be much they could do now, but an investigation could definitely help the rebels.

She sent the report and copied it to Lieutenant Wolfe and Damon. Then, too eager to find more answers, she dressed, left Damon a note, and headed for her Ready Room. There was much to be done.

OFF

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

 

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