Back to Archives

 

Chapter Four

 

 

            Three days passed since the coming on board of Team 1, Janna Sutter didn't find much of the discipline or mood on this ship to be very different from those on normal Starfleet ships, besides Sickbay and the missing rank insignias on crewmembers, she almost felt as if she was on a normal ship, which was very far from the truth.

            In the small mess hall at the forward-starboard wing of the ship was empty at the end of Beta shift. Janna had taken the shift just so she could fall asleep easier. She was thinking about her daughter...She hadn't seen her in person for so long, just before the subspace message of SI came she had hope that they could spend some time together on Earth. Fate had deprived her of that. She sighed and took a sip of her lemonade.

            « Turning in soon, commander ? » a familiar voice asked.

            She turned and saw commander Kline walking towards her table, holding a glass of something green.

            « Commander. » she smiled politely. « Uh...Yeah, I was about to. »

            « Okay.  May I ? » he gestured to the seat opposite to her and she nodded. He sat down and took a long gulp of green liquid.

            « What's that ? » she asked, gesturing at the glass.

            He answered : « Aldeberan whisky. Terrible stuff, but it sure wakes you up. »

            She smiled weakly and nodded.

            The commander frowned and asked : « Are you okay ? »

            She looked up at him, as if startled by the question then nodded : « Sure...Yeah...I'm fine, thanks. »

            He shrugged and took a small sip of whisky, then asked : « Is it about your daughter ? »

            Her head jolted upwards again, her eyes locking to his and asked : « How the hell did you know that ? »

            He said : « I met Clara a few months ago, she was on board the ship where I was serving at the time. She's amazing. »

            « Yeah... » Janna smiled. « She is... »

            « She told me she hadn't met her mom for a long time and she wished you could get together soon on a shore leave or something. »

            She sighed : « Yeah...I should have never joined Starfleet Intelligence... then get married, have Clara. » she buried her face in her arms which were crossed and lay on the table.

            Kline picked up her glass and studied it : « Is this synthehol ? »

            « It's lemonade. » she said. « Why ? »

            « Oh...I was just checking. »

            She rose her head slowly and said : « Stupid Team 1...stupid Starfleet Intel...stupid me... »

            « That's a lot of stupid. » he nodded.

            « Stupid is the way of the universe... » she grunted.

            Suddenly, a massive jolt threw the two officers off their seats and onto the floor of the mess hall.

            « What the hell was that ? ! » Kline asked.

            « Let's find out. » she said, running out of the room followed closely by the commander.

           

            On the bridge, captain Anderson looked like he had punched himself to wake up. He was sitting on his command chair looking vaguely like Frankenstein.

            « Report ! » he barked when Sutter and Kline arrived on the bridge.

            Janna checked her console : « The dilithium chamber hatch has failed ! Evacuation in progress. »

            The turbolift opened at the back of the bridge and commander Stevenson stumbled in, holding a crewman who had a piece of metal planted in his left thigh.

            « Stevenson ! » Kline rushed to the side of the wounded man. « What happened ? »

            « I haven't got a clue, commander. The hatch just blew up in our faces. Mister Gregors was near it when it exploded. » replied the engineer.

            « Activating emergency forcefield. » said Jennifer Mantion who was sitting at the tactical station.

            « What's the status of the antimatter containement pods ? » asked the captain.

            « They're holding up just fine. » said Sutter.

            Kline picked up the wounded man and stepped into the turbolift : « I'm taking him to sickbay. We need you up here, mister Stevenson. »

            Stevenson nodded, slapped the wounded engineer on the shoulder and rushed to the engineering station as the doors to the turbolift closed.

            « We're in no immediate danger, captain. » said Stevenson. « The antimatter is safely contained. The forcefields are holding, and there's no danger from the radiation for now. »

            « Good. » the captain said. « Now... » he turned to face the chief engineer. «...what in the world happened, mister Stevenson ? »

            The lieutenant shrugged : « I don't know captain. Everything was going as smoothly as usual until... » he clapped his hands together. « ...boom. »

            « You have no explanation. »

            « No...the last time something like this happened was at least ten years ago...on the Enterprise. The reason for that explosion was believed to be sabotage but ended up being just a defect in the casing of the chamber hatch.  And since then there have been extra security measures taken to nullify the possibility of an accident like that. »

            « So ? »

            « It's not a defect, captain. » Stevenson said. « I would be ready to swear on my honor as a chief engineer. »

            « All right...which probably means that we can go back to the original assumption of the crew of the Enterprise. » said Kline.

            « You mean... » Mantion started.

            «...sabotage... » Kline nodded.

            « How could someone be able to sabotage the dilithium chamber hatch ? » the captain asked. « There are at least five people down there at all times. It's impossible. »

            « Lot's of people pass through engineering to go to the opposite wing of the ship. » said Stevenson. « A saboteur can just pass next to the chamber hatch, deposit a little indetectable corrosive chemical and, presto, a large helping of chaos. »

            The captain frowned : « I see. »

            « How can we find out who did it ? » asked Janna.

            « I don't know... » Stevenson said. « We can't scan for fingerprints since the hatch blew up. Almost everyone on the ship passes by the hatch every day so we can't check the tracement logs of the crew. »

            « We do know one thing. » said Burnel. « Whoever blew up the hatch is on this ship, and if he is. That means he's a professional. Remember ? All the crewmembers on the ship are full-time agents for Starfleet Intelligence Covert Ops. »

            « Which complicates our task a little. » said Janna.

 

 

Go to Chapter Five