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Chapter Two

 

 

 

            "Starfleet Intelligence has baptized the interphasic creatures: shadow entities. From now on that's their official name. At least until they are revealed to the general population…Which should be soon…" Captain Kline said, holding a padd in front of him.

            "Shadow entities…" Stevenson sighed. "Original."

            "How can this be?" Reeves asked from her seat at the end of the table opposite to Kline. "I thought we sealed them up back on Gyltian."

            "I don't know…" Kline said. "Maybe another interphasic rift formed somewhere in this area of space…Maybe one of their ships simply escaped from the Gyltian invasion."

            "There are many possibilities…" Sutter said, nodding. "But one thing is for certain…They're back…"

            "And they're killing..." Eskina added slowly.

            There was a brief moment of silence that was interrupted by doctor Tarses: "So what do we do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

            "We have to follow them…" Kline said. "Destroy them and, if we find out where they came from, destroy their means of transport between our space-time continuum and theirs."

            "Sounds pretty simple…" Stevenson folded his arms across his chest and frowned.

            "Indeed," Kline nodded. "But we won't be getting any support from other ships unfortunately, we're too far out."

            "Somehow…" Burnel sighed. "I'm not surprised."

            Suddenly, the comm. system beeped:

            "Captain Kline? This is Lieutenant Johnson, sir. We've just picked up a vessel in orbit of the planet. It's a Federation shuttle, captain."

            Confused glanced were exchanged throughout the conference lounge as Kline tapped his commbadge and said: "On my way."

 

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            The shuttle tumbled slowly towards the Valiant, drifting.

            Suddenly, a blue tractor beam lashed out from the starship's emitters and placed a firm grasp on the smaller craft that instantly stopped tumbling on itself.

            "Bring her in," Kline ordered.

            "I'm reading one life-sign on board, captain. Human." Eskina reported.

            "Beam it directly to sickbay. Commander," Kline glanced at Sutter, signaling her to follow him and they left the bridge.

            In the lift, Kline's commbadge chirped: "Stevenson here, Captain…Slight interphasic interference is making transport difficult…I'll have to retune the H-compensators or else or our visitor might end up in a million pieces."

            "Understood, lieutenant. Proceed."

            "Aye,"

 

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            Stevenson shut the panel with a punch and nodded to Chief Robinson who had been waiting expectantly for him to finish his work: "Ready." He said.

            She nodded back at him and engaged the transporter cycle just as Kline and Sutter were entering the room.

            A glowing column of energy swirled to life on the transporter pad; slowly, the wild particles came together and formed the sizzling outline of a humanoid.

            She was unconscious, her hair covering her face. She was dressed in beige civilian clothes and there was a stain of blood on her left thigh.

            Sutter tapped her commbadge: "Medical team to the transporter room on the double."

            "Aye," Tarses replied.

            Stevenson ran onto the padd and checked for a pulse, there was one, but weak. She was breathing shallowly and she definitely wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. He brushed the hair away from her face and Kline seemed to recognize her:

            "That's Amanda Parker," the captain said. "She's the Federation science representative on Amad."

            "You mean: she was …" Stevenson said slowly.

            The doors swished open and a three-person medical team entered, pushing an anti-gravity stretcher. While two assistants lay Parker on the stretcher, the doctor took some readings with his medical tricorder.

            "She seems to have passed out due to blood loss…" Tarses said. "The wound on her thigh is consistent…"

            "Consistent?" Stevenson raised an eyebrow.

            "The victims of the shadow entities on Gyltian died of this…" Tarses said as his team pushed the stretcher out of the transporter room. "The molecular structure of her left thigh was momentarily scrambled and it caused damage to the whole area."

            Kline frowned: "So now there's absolutely no doubt about it…We're dealing with the interphasic organisms."

            There was a brief silence.

            "Stevenson." Kline said quickly. "I want a way to track the shadow entities' ship…or whatever they used to get away from Amad. The sooner, the better…We don’t want them attacking any other planets."

            "I'll get right on it, captain." Stevenson said and quickly exited the transporter room.

            "I think we should go to sickbay…I'd like to be there when our guest wakes up." Kline said.

            "I'm right behind you, sir." Sutter said.

            They walked through the corridors in silence towards sickbay. When they entered into the medical area of the two-section sickbay of the Valiant, Tarses was there to greet them.

            "She'll be fine." He told them. "We've replaced her disintegrated tissues with artificial ones, once the body gets further into the healing process we'll remove them."

             "Good work." Kline nodded. "Is she conscious?"

            "She is. She's resting over there." Tarses said. "She can certainly answer questions but I would vote against an interrogation at this time."

            Sutter made a small smile: "Then it won't be one."

            The duo walked towards Parker who was lying on the bio-bed, staring blankly up at the white ceiling of sickbay.

            "Miss Parker?" Kline said, stopping by the side of her bed.

            Her head slightly turned to look up at Kline and Sutter.

            "I'm Alan Kline, captain of this ship. This is my first officer, Commander Sutter."

            She blinked a few times, confused, then said in a voice barely above a whisper: "What ship?"

            "The USS-Valiant, a Federation starship…We picked up the distress call sent by Amad three days ago."

            "Amad!" She sat up so violently that the two Starfleet officers jumped back. "How is the planet? What's happened?"

            Kline's mouth became a thin line and his eyes grew cold, Sutter lowered her eyes.

            Parker stared at them for a long time, then shut her eyes and fell back heavily onto the bio-bed.

            "I thought it was a bad dream…" She whispered.

            "I wish it was." Kline said, frowning deeply.

            "Are there any survivors?" She asked.

            Sutter shook her head slowly.

            Parker opened her eyes, they were wet. When she shut them again a tear ran down her cheek and was absorbed into the soft material covering the bio-bed.

            Sutter placed a hand on Parker's hand and said: "We'll leave you alone."

            Parker said nothing and they stepped away from her. Tarses had been watching from the other side of sickbay, his arms were folded across his chest and he was chewing on his lower lip.

            "I'll get Nurse Davies to talk to her…" He said. Davies was the only officer on board who had a little experience in counseling and psychology.

            "Agreed…" Kline nodded slowly, glanced back at Parker lying on the bio-bed, and left sickbay, followed by Sutter.

 

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            Twelve hours later, in Engineering, Lieutenant Stevenson's commbadge chirped.

            "Stevenson here," he said, frowning at some strange data floating about on his terminal. "Go ahead…"

            "This is Tarses, would you fancy some help down there, Lieutenant?"

            "Um….Help, doctor…? What do you mean?" Stevenson asked.

            "Amanda Parker is up here, she was working with some Amadian scientists on the planet during the attack…She might have some valuable insight into the shadow entities' workings."

            Stevenson shrugged: "Why not? Send her down whenever she's ready."

            "She's on her way. Tarses out,"

            A few minutes later, she entered engineering. Stevenson studied her as she approached him slowly. She was about his height, which meant approximately five feet seven; she had brown/reddish hair that came about her shoulders and piercing blue eyes that instantly caught his attention.

            "Hello," she said, tonelessly.

            "Hi," they shook hands and her hand felt wobbly in his. "I'm Lieutenant Stevenson, chief engineer."

            "You've been trying to track the interphasic ship that came by here?" She asked.

            He raised both eyebrows: "It was a ship? You're sure of that?"

            She nodded: "Absolutely…I saw them tear the planet apart from orbit…"

            There was an uneasy moment of silence, she kept her eyes on him and he gazed back at her with a confused look.

            A short moment later, Stevenson said: "Uh…Well…That certainly helps. We might be able to pick up some sort of residual energy signature left by their fancy propulsion systems."

            "Agreed," she said, studying his consoles. "Do we know how they move?"

            He shook his head: "Absolutely no clue."

            "Do you have any theories?" She asked.

            "Well…" He pressed a button on his console to bring up some random scans. "We've been going in the direction of interphasic-related signatures but, so far, we haven't found anything."

            She stared at the readings a moment without saying a word. Her eyes seemed to jump on the steep sloped of the subspace noise and interference patterns.

            "This one," she suddenly said, pointing at one of these waves. "This is their trail."

            Stevenson bent down and frowned at the pattern she had indicated: "That looks pretty much like subspace noise to me."

            "It isn’t," she insisted. "I recognize some of these waves and they're definitely of the same type as those we detected when the interphasic ship came into orbit."

            Stevenson still wasn't entirely convinced: "Computer, run a comparative scan on wave pattern A-17 and interference surrounding planet Amad."

            "Working…" The computer answered and they waited patiently.

            A short moment later: "Comparison complete."

            "Display results." He said.

            A paragraph of information rolled onto the terminal's screen and they approached it to be able to clearly read.

            "There's a correlation…" Stevenson's face broke into a wide grin. "Now how in the world did you manage to spot that?"

            "The creatures that destroyed the planet below carried this pattern with them…" She said coldly. "I'm not ready to forget it."

            Stevenson's grin faded in an instant. "I see." He said after a short moment.

            "Do you need anything else, lieutenant?" She asked without looking him in the eye.

            He shook his head: "I don't think so…We'll take it over from here."

            She nodded and slowly left Engineering, leaving Stevenson alone with the pulsing warp core.

 

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