The Right Questions, To The Right People

Posted on Wed Apr 4th, 2018 @ 4:52pm by

1,394 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: The Emerald Road
Location: Ready Room

Will had been mulling over every inch of information he had about the abduction, any subsequent reports, sensors, anything he could and for the most part all he was left with was more questions. He was tasked with locating and effect rescue of Vash at all costs, so perhaps it was time to seek some outside help. He asked himself about who to contact and even asking the computer for probable solutions came up with one. Orion Sector Tactical Command.

"Computer, establish secure priority link to the Orion Sector Tactical Command." He hoped that someone there would be able to help him.

The Starfleet emblem stayed on the screen for a minute and then a young human Lieutenant Commander appeared on it. "I'm Commander Wall," he said. "How can I help you, Commodore Hood?"

"Commander, I'm tracking an abducted HVI that was taken from Earth earlier today. Her name is Vashkele. Orion Female." Will sent an image of her to the Commander. "Have you heard or know anything about this individual? Command wants her rescued ASAP."

The Commander looked to the side of his end of the terminal and paused, then looked back up. "Commodore, whoever you're looking for isn't even listed. Are you sure you're contacting the right person?"

Will sighed, time was not a luxury he had to enjoy. Using his console he submitted approval command codes that would open doors for the Commander. "Try again."

The man looked off screen again and he looked distinctly paler when he glanced back up. "Are you frakking serious?!" he asked.

"Commander I'm going to make myself pristine crystal clear, I've been ordered by command to rescue this individual, not listen to your stupid questions. Now...do you have any information for me that might help me carry out my orders or are you going to waste my time in which case I will note it in my log?" A cold looking Will spoke as he glared at the monitor.

"Yes, sir. I mean no sir," the Commander stumbled over his words. "Umm. There's been some unusual chatter in the sector, but we're working on breaking the code. Whatever is going on, there's ships coming into Orion space from every non-Federation species there is."

"You are going to have to do better then that Commander. All those ships must be heading somewhere...where?" With so many ships they had to be pointing somewhere, even basic trajectory review would point out where unless every ship was following the same route as others. "I want a copy of that code immediately also."

The computer beeped to alert him of an incoming transmission. "We're in deeper than we were since the Syndicate was busted up, Sir," the Commander hedged. "At the same time, it's still Orion space." He winced at what he felt was coming.

"Continue..." Will spoke as he had the ships computer recording everything ready for him to listen to again in case he missed something now that would reveal itself later.

The Commander sighed. "The only way to know who is on what ship is to stop each and every one of them, Commodore. We're a small outpost and all of us are new here after that woman seduced the entire male senior staff when she came through here on her way to the Federation. All of them. We not only do not have the firepower to do that, the Orion government would raise nine kinds of hell before we even set foot on a single ship."

"Commander I suspect the ship in question is heading roughly from the direction of Earth, no doubt at very high speed considering the importance of who is on board so it shouldn't be hard to track, I also suspect a high amount of chatter because they would have had to broadcast a message and more than one to garner that kind of attention across many sectors. All I need is a heading so I can catch up." Will replied.

"Begging your pardon, Commodore, but did you miss where I said that ships from every non-Federation species was coming this way?" the Commander asked. "We can't even keep up with them all. Do we stop a Ferengi salesman and let the one you want pass by? Do we antagonize the Romulans for trying to stop one of their ships? Do we piss off the Breen? The old station got blown up when the Federation did send a ship to find out what happened here when the former crew went silent."

"And you Commander missed where I said the ship was coming from the direction of Earth, at high speed no doubt chattering about the prize they have. I am not interested in ships from every non federation species, Im interested in those coming from the direction of the Sol system at speed. Now Im going to contact you in 10 minutes and I better be impressed with the answers or you can explain yourself to Admiral S'iraa at Command." Will closed the link.

"No, shes not like that, that's not the woman she is." Will remarked about the comment the Commander made about Vash seducing all the male staff. "No..." Will tried to keep his heart from sinking. That was not the Vash he knew, she was not like that. Will knew there was much of her past that he didn't know about but what mattered is what she did with him.

"Computer, reestablish the link." Will waited. "Commander. Impress me."

Commander Wall had been dreading the moment that the Commodore contacted him again. "I'm afraid that all I have is a rumor of a Orion Corvette passing through the Klingon Neutral Zone which is near the Orion Neutrality Area. It's running silent and faster than a Corvette has any right to."

"Commander I want you to listen to me very, very carefully and action every word I'm about to say." Will let that sink in. "I want you to forget every other ship you are tracking and follow that one corvette, I want a live feed connection to my ship, if it slows down, changes course, vents it plasma I want to know about it that second." Will had a target, it had to be the one. "I want you to stop on of those ships heading towards Orion space, I suspect they plan to publically execute, torture or sell off Vashkele which means a crowd. I want you to stop a single ship and search it for information as to where they could be taking her. You dont get that much attention without providing a location of the party."

Will leaned back. "Have I made myself understood Commander?"

"With all due respect, Commodore," the Commander responded. "We do not have those kind of resources to hunt a rumor. We are a small station that's basically a listening outpost. We couldn't defend ourselves against a mid-sized Bird of Prey if they were determined. I appreciate that you have your orders, Sir, but we don't have that capability or sensors."

He paused. "There is one thing that I could suggest. Permission to speak freely and off the record, Sir?"

Will at first was hopeful to be impressed, seemed now that it was not going to be that way. "Suggest away." Giving the Commander a chance to see what card could be pulled out.

"There's a Bird of Prey, a D-12 class, I believe the reports said that was having problems with a faulty plasma coil and is requesting assistance in that area. It was heading towards Orion space when the malfunction happened," the Commander told him. "If it were me, I'd offer my assistance in exchange for some information." The computer beeped as coordinates came in for the last known location of the IKS HoS Suvwl’.

Will looked at the information coming in. "Nicely done Commander.' Will then closed the link, forwarded the coordinates to the helm station. He stood up and for once he felt like he had real traction now. Walking out of the Ready Room on to the Bridge he spoke. "Helm, lay in a course for the coordinates provided, maximum warp."

=^= Engineering, I need all available speed you can muster for as long as you can sustain it. I'm told this class can sustain 9.975 for a day, do better. =^=

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