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Chapter Three

 

 

 

            Stevenson stepped into the mess hall holding a data PADD, on it was displayed the path extrapolated from the data collected thanks to the correlation found between the interference patterns. He didn't have to look up from the PADD as he crossed the nearly empty mess hall. He arrived near the replicator and asked for a cup of Darjeeling, it was only when he looked up to look around while his beverage was materializing that he saw Amanda Parker, sitting at the far-end of the mess, staring out the window.

            He didn't think it was a good idea, but he approached her anyway.

            "Am I disturbing you?" He asked.

            She blinked a few times before turning her head to face him, she stared at him a moment and said: "Yes but it doesn't matter."

            "Oh I can find another table you know…There's…uh…plenty of room."

            "No, no please…" She spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please sit down."

            He dropped into the seat opposite to hers and placed his cup of tea on the table. She had turned her head to look back out at the stars.

            "Uh…" Stevenson cleared his throat noisily. "We'll have projected the most likely course the shadow entity ship took after destroying Amad in about ten minutes."

            "That's good." She didn't move.

            Another moment of silence went by and Stevenson was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

            He decided to try again: "The last time we met the entities we managed to destroy one of their ships using a new type of torpedo. We call them phasing torpedoes."

            Parker inclined her head slightly in Stevenson's direction, he continued:

            "They're capable of phasing and have a 75% chance to hit shadow entity vessels. So we'll be able to defend ourselves in case there's an attack."

            She wasn't listening anymore.

            He studied her a moment, she had a very elegant profile, the outline of her face was angular and her skin was slightly pale. After a short while he finally said:

            "Look…Uuh…" He scratched his head. "I'm not so great at talking about these kinds of things…What happened to you may have been bad but we need your help now. You've got to help us stop the shadow entities before they attack again."

             She closed her eyes and sighed: "I'm sorry…But it's just that I can't get my mind straight."

            "You have to," he said, forgetting his tea that was probably cold by now anyway. "You're the only person who saw the ship and you ran some of the scans yourself…"

            "Do you realize how hard it is?" She asked, her voice suddenly becoming edgy. "Do you realize how hard it is to work without seeing the faces of the people I knew below? Do you realize how much effort is needed?"

            Stevenson opened his mouth but she continued: "No…I suppose you don't realize. Nobody knows how hard it is. My husband was down there."

            He blinked.

            She closed her eyes and a tear ran down her cheek. "You can't know…"

            She stood up and quickly left the mess, leaving Stevenson alone.

            He looked down at his cold tea and sighed sadly.

            "Yes…" He whispered. "I know…"

 

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            Captain Kline hadn't really thought that this was going to be easy, but he certainly hadn't thought it was going to be this hard. In the future, he would remember not to underestimate how mysterious (and annoying) space is.

            "You're kidding right?" Denial, of course…

            "I wish I were." Greg Eskina sighed without taking his eyes off the Ops console. "But Engineering is 100% positive…The residual energy trail leads straight into that."

            By 'that', Eskina was referring to the rather dense asteroid field in front of which the Valiant was momentarily holding its position.

            Kline took a deep breath, the path that the shadow vessel had presumably taken lead straight to the middle of the asteroid field. The Valiant wasn't a big ship and navigating through an asteroid field was no problem, especially not for Sylvia Burnel who was sitting at conn…The problem was that, if there was a confrontation with the vessel, things might get a bit more complicated.

            As if reading his thoughts by simply looking at him, Sutter said exactly what he had been thinking: "We don't have a choice, sir."

            He nodded: "I agree, Commander."

            "So…" Eskina cleared his throat noisily. "We're going in?"

            Kline nodded and Eskina sighed: "Great…"

            The captain bent over Burnel's shoulder: "Sylvia, I need you to keep this ship in one piece."

            "No problem, captain." Burnel smiled.

            "Deflector power to full strength," he said, heading back to his command chair and dropping into it. "Shields up, go to red alert."

            The red alert siren rung throughout the ship and the lights dimmed from a cozy white to a heavy red. The tension suddenly tightened.

            "Bring us in, conn. Nice and slow," Kline said.

            "Aye," She said.

            She accelerated to half-impulse and the Valiant penetrated the field.

 

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            A strange silence settled all over the ship, on the viewscreen the grey space rocks tumbled passed without a sound. The constant buzz of the ship was the only thing that could be heard.

            Kline found himself nervously tapping his thumb on the smooth armrest of his command chair. Unable to hold himself, he stood and took a few steps nearer to the viewscreen.

            "What's our status?" He asked quietly, as if someone would overhear him and give away the ship's position.

            "Still in one piece," Sylvia said slowly, her eyes fixed on a holographic representation of the field displayed in front of her.

            "Torpedo bays report the phasing torpedoes are armed and ready." Mantion said. She was so still that she could have been a statue.

            "All systems nominal," Eskina reported.

            Kline kept his eyes fixed on the viewscreen.

            A hissing noise made everyone jump.

            Kline swiveled and saw Amanda Parker step onto the bridge.

            "Miss Parker," he raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

            She hesitated and then said: "I have to see them again…"

            Kline studied her face, it was a mask. He nodded at her and turned to face the viewscreen once more.

            The waiting continued for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only minutes. The tension level had slightly lowered but remained.

            Eskina's voice broke the silence: "Sir! I'm picking up something!"

            Kline was about to ask the Ops officer something when Mantion interrupted him.

            "Reading interphasic signatures bearing 190 mark 115!"

            Sylvia suddenly exclaimed: "They're coming down on us!"

            The ship suddenly rocked violently and Kline was thrown back into his chair where he was able to catch himself. Everything was registered in his mind, everything had become clear. Time slowed, and he took control.

 

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            They were back…She saw them swoop down in front of the viewscreen like the terrifying mental afterimage of a nightmare. Except that this was real.

            She remembered being on Amad, hearing her colleagues scream as the shadow entities swooped down upon them and destroyed their bodies. She remembered being on the shuttle, watching the massive interphasic ship fire crackling pulses of energy that annihilated entire cities whose shields were down.

            She remembered his face, and tears welled up in her eyes.

            Suddenly, as the ship was struck. She fell to the ground, felt something hit her head hard, and she fell into darkness.

 

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