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Chapter Six

 

 

            The ten survivors came on board and were given quarters…I was kind of strange seeing the hundred year old bodies walking around the ship. Stevenson was in command of the first away-team to be sent to investigate the Independence…There was no power so the three away-team members were wearing their bulky EVA suits.

            The other team members were Ensign Gerhard Fischer and Amanda Marlowe, both engineers from his staff on board the Valiant.

            "Ready?" He asked as they stepped into the transporter room.

            "Yup," Marlowe was already holding her tricorder in her right hand.

            Chief Robinson greeted them and said: "Whenever you're ready." Once they were upon the transporter pad.

            Stevenson nodded: "Energize…"

            They found themselves on a deserted deck of the Independence a few moments later.

            "Engineering should be just that way…" Stevenson gestured in the correct direction.

            They began walking in the eerily silent and empty corridor, not a sound was to be heard besides their steady breathing within the EVA suits and the hollow sound made by their heavy boots upon hitting against the cold metal of the deck plates…

            Soon enough, they were in main engineering. Marlowe immediately began taking scans around her.

            "Yup," She nodded. "These engines haven't been used in decades…"

            "Really…" Stevenson sighed. "I would never have guessed…"

 

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            "Glad to finally meet you in person…uh…kind of." Kline smiled as he shook the hand of Reelin--or to be more precise: the hand of the late Captain Rose Meier…The hand was unusually cold, the skin was truly dead…It was strange.

            "Indeed," She smiled. "We are also glad that we have been released from that prison…A few more days and the stress on the ship would have been too great, it would have been ripped to pieces."

            "Yeah, we were lucky." He nodded. "I'm curious…What will you do now? I've never heard of your race before…Where will you go?"

            "I believe we shall attempt to get back home, I'm sure your Federation will be glad to offer its help."

            "We certainly will be." Kline agreed. "And I'm sure you won't mind if our two species could do some sort of…information exchange…See what we can learn from one another."

            "Excellent," She nodded. "It shall be a marvelous relationship…"

            Kline grinned: "I certainly hope it shall…"

 

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            "Wait a minute…" Marlowe frowned as she studied the readings on her tricorder. "I'm reading an organic signature…"

            "Where?" Stevenson approached her to catch a glimpse of what was displayed on her tricorder.

            "Right…over…here." She approached a door and used the manual handle to open it.

            "Whoa…"

            Stevenson crouched near the body and turned it over, his face contorted into an expression of disgust when he saw in what state the body was…Decomposed, the skin brown and falling from the dirty skeleton.

            "I thought this ship was in a vacuum…" Fischer said. "How could this body have decomposed?"

            Stevenson took a few readings of the corpse with his tricorder: "Whatever happened…This body had the time to decompose. The ship wasn't in a vacuum…And this person was killed by an energy weapon…The degradation here tells us that…"

            "Who killed him?" Fischer asked.

            Stevenson frowned.

 

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            "This ship is truly marvelous…I am so glad to be here." Kline couldn't remove his gaze from Reelin's face as she stared out the window of the mess hall in wonder. "Thank you, Captain…For everything."

            "Call me, Alan…" He said with a smile. "You're not a Starfleet officer so…"

            She nodded: "Alan…What else is there that you show me on board this ship?"

            "I don't know...what do you want to see?"

            "Do you have a room on this ship? Quarters?" She asked with a glint in her eye.

            He grinned: "Of course, follow me…"

 

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            "They told us the ship was in a vacuum a short moment after being caught in the rift…But this corpse obviously tells us that the vacuum came at least a few years after…The officer was killed with an energy weapon…hmm…" Stevenson scratched his head.

            "They killed them…" Marlowe said immediately.

            "Wait a minute…How can we?" Fischer began.

            "We don't know anything about them…" She interrupted. "How do we know they are the nice little cute noncorporeal beings they pretend to be? I think we've been fooled…"

            Stevenson nodded: "You're right…We can't risk them taking over someone on board the ship. If they don't have friendly intentions we'll be in a bad situation."

            Fischer agreed.

            Stevenson activated the communicator in his EVA helmet and said: "Stevenson to Valiant…I want the ten Tnathian survivors from the Independence put into the brig until further notice…We have some fishy evidence down here."

            Sutter's voice answered after a brief hesitation: "Understood, we'll be beaming you back immediately."

            "Thanks, Commander…See you in a minute."

 

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            "I haven't had time to decorate my room yet…" Kline said. "Work takes a lot of my time."

            "I understand," She strolled slowly around his quarters, checking out a few little statues Kline had placed on his desk. "You are an interesting man, Captain…"

            "And you are a very interesting wom…uh…" He smiled. "You are very interesting too."

            She grinned and came closer to him: "It has been a long time, trapped in that ship…"

            "Must've been hard…" He said, his gaze locked with hers.

            "Yes, I was so lonely…My comrades are not the most interesting beings in the universe…" Her large eyes stared into his with intensity. "They are not like you…"

             Kline thought: What the hell… As their faces came closer together. She was a noncorporeal being…So what? It wasn't stranger than a Klingon and a Ferengi (Something he had heard about).

            Their lips touched and Kline was expecting a normal kiss…But it was definitely not a usual one. As soon as they touched he felt electrocuted, but not in the same way as with other woman…This really hurt. He tried to pull away but her hands grabbed him behind the neck and kept him locked in the terrible embrace.

            "Mmfff…" Was the only sound he managed to make in sign of protest...

            Then he felt as if she was blowing into him, emptying all her air into his body. He felt as if his lungs were going to explode, his neck was burning from the inside and the world was becoming blurry.

            There was a brilliant flash of energy and everything went black…

 

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            Stevenson stepped into sickbay and was relieved to see Captain Kline sitting on his bio-bed, looking as terrible as ever--if that was possible.

            "How are you, Captain?"

            Kline sighed: "I feel young again, Lieutenant."

            "You sure look a lot younger, sir." Stevenson winked. "So…What exactly happened?  Nobody's told me just yet…"

            "Well…" Kline took a deep breath. "I was being…friendly with Reelin. And she kind of…Uuuuh…Well, she tried to take control of my body with that fancy noncorporeal thing she does…And Mantion came into my quarters just at the right moment and stunned both of us with the maximum setting on her phaser."

            "Great! And now they're in the brig, right?"

            "Right," Kline nodded. "We'll drop'em off somewhere…By the way, I've heard I've got you to thank for informing us about the truth about our Tnathian friends…"

            "It's no problem…"

            "I should have known something was wrong…In my dream I saw her hacking the bridge crew to pieces…She killed them. Maybe not with a sword but she killed them." Kline sighed. "Damn…"

            The Captain yawned then said: "I better get some sleep…Now that they're not playing with my mind anymore I guess I'll be sleeping after this exhausting day…"

            "Exhausting…" Stevenson repeated, nodding. "What exhausted you specifically?"

            Kline blinked: "Huh? I don't know…"

            "The stun beam or the noncorporeal kiss?" Stevenson grinned.

            Kline groaned: "Both, what do you think?"

 

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            The next day, Sutter heard the turbolift doors open. She turned and saw Captain Kline walk onto the bridge…But a new Captain Kline.

            "Morning everyone," Kline smiled. He had shaven, fixed his haircut, gotten a new uniform and looked as healthy as ever.

            "Hello, Captain." She smiled. "I'll unfortunately have to note you in the ship's log."

            He frowned: "What?"

            "You're an hour late for the beginning of the shift, sir…" She said with a grin. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable."

            He sighed: "Come on, Commander…You relieved me of command yesterday…Not only that! You stuck me in the brig! Have a little compassion for your poor captain."

            She shrugged: "Well…Okay, but I don't want this to become a routine."

            "Nah, of course not." He waved his hand dismissively. "I promise not to sleep long that often. Deal?"

            "Deal," She nodded.

            "Okay…" He smiled. "I'm relieved…"

            "So are we," Eskina said from his Ops console to the left of Kline. "Good to have you back to normal, sir."

            "Normal?" He frowned. "I was normal…Just tired because of their mind games."

            "Really?" Eskina raised his brows in mock-surprise. "I really thought you had lost your mind…"

            "You fooled us Captain." Sylvia Burnel said from conn, smiling.

            He sighed: "It's always great to know your crew trusts you…"

            He shrugged: "Set a course for the nearest starbase, warp 6. Engage. Stay on the course; if possible…I'm not crazy."

            "Let's hope," Burnel winked at him and activated the engines.

 

-THE END-

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