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CHAPTER FIVE
"Beta Leader, I'm picking up something from the sensors," Miller said over the PA system. Matheson looked about at the information that Miller had just stated over his system. "It's in bisector 5 by 70 by 86. It looks really big on my sensors; could be a cargo vessel---"
"---or a Drakh war vessel," Matheson quipped, adjusting his sensors. "Okay, team. Move in to bisector 5 by 70 by 86 on half impulse and keep you eye on the sensor releases. We wouldn't want that thing to move without us knowing." He gunned up his engines and adjusted speed to half impulse.
His fighter started to fire up as he headed towards the sector. Hyperspace surrounded them as they headed towards something. The thing grew bigger and bigger till---
"All hands, retreat! Now! It's a Drakh war vessel!"
All the Beta fighters fired up their engines to maximum burn as they spun one hundred and eighty degrees the opposite direction. Matheson watched from sensors that the vessel had come alive. This was bad. Really bad. His fighter was the last to turn as he watched from the overhead view that the Drakh vessel was cominng about after them. His hands grabbed the controls as his fighter swerved to meet up with the others.
"The Drakh vessel's still in pursuit," Beta Four reported.
"It's a Drakh vessel, dammit!" Miller snarled from his fighter. "What the hell do you expect? Little kiddie play? This is an enemy vessel and I'm sure as hell they're intended of biting our damned heads off---" His snarl died and was replaced by a desperate tone. "Lieutenant Matheson! The Drakh vessel is powering up main guns."
Oh, hell! he thought in his mind. Just what we need. "All hands, evasive!"
A deadly green phaser ripped through hyperspace and towards them. Matheson was inches away from getting his fighter fried as he had evasived to the left with Miller and two others. The rest pulled tightly the opposite direction as their fighters began to scramble their way towards a hypergate and to get reinforcements.
Reinforcements...he thought grimly. His mind suddenly snapped. "Beta Leader to team!" he snapped to the audio loop speaker. "Don't head towards the jumpgate otherwise we'll be putting Babylon 5 and the Excalibur into danger as well!"
His final words barely got out when blue light spewed into view. Blackness of space and the twinkling of stars shimmered in a distance. Matheson could've sworn he could see the Excalibur and Babylon 5 drifting off somewhere. He pulled himself steady and gritted his teeth for his bad timing. "Oh, hell," he muttered, "the Drakh vessel is following. Miller! Hail Babylon control. State our situation out here!"
"Aye, sir!" came a quick responce. "Buoyant sent. Apparently, someone else is in command."
Matheson frowned. "Who?!"
"Okay, the first minute that you spot an energy spike, relay that data to Gideon and the squads, is that clear?" Dureena asked, brushing her hair back absently as the Earthforce officers nodded and went to their posts. She sat back on a chair and sighed heavily; this wasn't the life. A little over a while ago, techs were picking up explosions of neutreno gases and other types of grenades and winded up pulling Gideon and Lochley off their posts to hunt down some terrorist hijackers along with Eilerson and Chambers, leaving her to hold down the fort. And with Matheson out hunting---
"We're picking up a signal from the Beta squad!" yelled an officer.
"What the hell are you waiting for? The next war?! Patch it through!" She swerved on her seat to meet up with the capsuled face of Miller. It was dark all around him as she could pinpoint the lights that were highlighting his face like the consols having a dance. "Trace! Am I ever so glad to see you face---" she began to say.
"Not as glad as what I have to say," Miller said, definitly disturbed. "Dureena, there's a Drakh war vessel pursuing us in hyperspace and with the jumpgate open here, the lieutenant thinks that we just might have a big problem with station security."
"Oh, hell!" she cried angrily, bolting up. Some officers jumped, startled at her angry outbursts. "Why now? Both captains are off on a hunt for these hijackers and here you tell me that there's a Drakh war vessel headed this way?!" She let out a growl before controlling her fierce fury that enraged the entire C&C right now. "Okay, I'll talk to the captain...both of 'em...and I'll see what I can do." She hit the transmission button.
She scowled at her misfortune. "Dureena to Gideon..."
"Gideon here." In the dark areas of the brown sector, Gideon croutched down for a moment, rifle at hand and signalling fellow squad members to hold position as he paid attention to a call. "Dureena, there better be one hell of a good reason while you're hailing me because I have some pretty hearing-sensitive kind of hijackers at hand right now---"
"Captain, I don't have time," she prowled. "Matheson and his little band of merry men just intercepted a Drakh war vessel hidden in hyperspace. Now they're in pursuit and a bunch of idiots he has for a squad just opened the jumpgate and leaving us vunerable to an attack!" She ended with a burst of fustration.
Perfect timing, he told himself bitterly. "Okay, send the Excalibur out and get all the fighters out to stop the war vessel," he ordered flatly as he peered into the darkness, as if something was to spring up and kick him in the face. "When will the three vessels Sheridan assigned to the station be here at?"
"ETA twenty minutes," she replied tersely.
"Not good enough," he mumbled. "Okay, proceed with the headings."
"Captain, I'm not a military officer like you. I'm a thief."
Gideon raised a brow. "I'm sure you have a few little tricks in mind, Dureena," he told her reassuringly. "Keep me posted, Gideon out."
From the darkness, he could make over Lochley's limp form. She still looked disturbingly thin despite all the vitamins and minerals all the doctors had injected to her and her hair seemed unusually bright all of a sudden. Her wide eyes seemed to make her face look very thin but the depth in it seemed almost the same. Only worried and anxious. "So? What's up up there?"
"Matheson intercepted a Drakh war vessel," he told her grimly, training his aim to the darkness of the sector. "Now the entire sector's in danger. I've got every fighter and ship at our disposal but the three ships the President assigned here won't be here for...oh, another twenty minutes. By then, the battle will really be heated up."
"Or the fusion reactor," she said sarcastically. "This way." Their boot heels hit the floor as the snuck through the sector's holder. Unfortunately, a beep began to fill the air. Gideon watch as Lochley spun around, to look above. "Oh, hell! Duck!"
She jumped and grabbed a fistful of Gideon's black uniform top and pushed him aside near the wall. He was bewildered; she had a strong grip despite the thiness of her outward appearances. He slammed onto the cold metal wall with his tailbone given a wake-up whack while Lochley landed shoulder first on the wall. Her head slammed not too hard but she winced in terrible pain. He came to the call. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.
She shook it away violently. "Don't mind me!" she snapped. "Mind that device!"
Gideon looked up to see a miniture flying areo gun device swooning in the air and shooting at random points near the squad, which was scattered throughout the entire sector. He immediately raised his rifle and began shooting it blindly. It was incredibly dark, and it was practically a miracle that she had detected it.
They were getting no where.
All of a sudden, a black-gloved hand came from behind of Lochley and wrapped it tightly around her lips. All he heard was muffled yells and violent kicking and screaming as she was hauled to her feet. Gideon spun around, but was too late. Lochley was being pulled into the darkness. She had wounded her captor by a bite at the hand, but she was struggling the grip. "Matthew! Help!" she cried painfully, wincing, as she entered into darkness.
His mind started racing. "Kelper! Continue to fire and then search for the hijackers! I'm going after Captain Lochley!" Without another word, he clicked some energy sacs in and then sped into the darkness.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Beta Leader, I'm picking up something from the sensors," Miller said over the PA system. Matheson looked about at the information that Miller had just stated over his system. "It's in bisector 5 by 70 by 86. It looks really big on my sensors; could be a cargo vessel---"
"---or a Drakh war vessel," Matheson quipped, adjusting his sensors. "Okay, team. Move in to bisector 5 by 70 by 86 on half impulse and keep you eye on the sensor releases. We wouldn't want that thing to move without us knowing." He gunned up his engines and adjusted speed to half impulse.
His fighter started to fire up as he headed towards the sector. Hyperspace surrounded them as they headed towards something. The thing grew bigger and bigger till---
"All hands, retreat! Now! It's a Drakh war vessel!"
All the Beta fighters fired up their engines to maximum burn as they spun one hundred and eighty degrees the opposite direction. Matheson watched from sensors that the vessel had come alive. This was bad. Really bad. His fighter was the last to turn as he watched from the overhead view that the Drakh vessel was cominng about after them. His hands grabbed the controls as his fighter swerved to meet up with the others.
"The Drakh vessel's still in pursuit," Beta Four reported.
"It's a Drakh vessel, dammit!" Miller snarled from his fighter. "What the hell do you expect? Little kiddie play? This is an enemy vessel and I'm sure as hell they're intended of biting our damned heads off---" His snarl died and was replaced by a desperate tone. "Lieutenant Matheson! The Drakh vessel is powering up main guns."
Oh, hell! he thought in his mind. Just what we need. "All hands, evasive!"
A deadly green phaser ripped through hyperspace and towards them. Matheson was inches away from getting his fighter fried as he had evasived to the left with Miller and two others. The rest pulled tightly the opposite direction as their fighters began to scramble their way towards a hypergate and to get reinforcements.
Reinforcements...he thought grimly. His mind suddenly snapped. "Beta Leader to team!" he snapped to the audio loop speaker. "Don't head towards the jumpgate otherwise we'll be putting Babylon 5 and the Excalibur into danger as well!"
His final words barely got out when blue light spewed into view. Blackness of space and the twinkling of stars shimmered in a distance. Matheson could've sworn he could see the Excalibur and Babylon 5 drifting off somewhere. He pulled himself steady and gritted his teeth for his bad timing. "Oh, hell," he muttered, "the Drakh vessel is following. Miller! Hail Babylon control. State our situation out here!"
"Aye, sir!" came a quick responce. "Buoyant sent. Apparently, someone else is in command."
Matheson frowned. "Who?!"
"Okay, the first minute that you spot an energy spike, relay that data to Gideon and the squads, is that clear?" Dureena asked, brushing her hair back absently as the Earthforce officers nodded and went to their posts. She sat back on a chair and sighed heavily; this wasn't the life. A little over a while ago, techs were picking up explosions of neutreno gases and other types of grenades and winded up pulling Gideon and Lochley off their posts to hunt down some terrorist hijackers along with Eilerson and Chambers, leaving her to hold down the fort. And with Matheson out hunting---
"We're picking up a signal from the Beta squad!" yelled an officer.
"What the hell are you waiting for? The next war?! Patch it through!" She swerved on her seat to meet up with the capsuled face of Miller. It was dark all around him as she could pinpoint the lights that were highlighting his face like the consols having a dance. "Trace! Am I ever so glad to see you face---" she began to say.
"Not as glad as what I have to say," Miller said, definitly disturbed. "Dureena, there's a Drakh war vessel pursuing us in hyperspace and with the jumpgate open here, the lieutenant thinks that we just might have a big problem with station security."
"Oh, hell!" she cried angrily, bolting up. Some officers jumped, startled at her angry outbursts. "Why now? Both captains are off on a hunt for these hijackers and here you tell me that there's a Drakh war vessel headed this way?!" She let out a growl before controlling her fierce fury that enraged the entire C&C right now. "Okay, I'll talk to the captain...both of 'em...and I'll see what I can do." She hit the transmission button.
She scowled at her misfortune. "Dureena to Gideon..."
"Gideon here." In the dark areas of the brown sector, Gideon croutched down for a moment, rifle at hand and signalling fellow squad members to hold position as he paid attention to a call. "Dureena, there better be one hell of a good reason while you're hailing me because I have some pretty hearing-sensitive kind of hijackers at hand right now---"
"Captain, I don't have time," she prowled. "Matheson and his little band of merry men just intercepted a Drakh war vessel hidden in hyperspace. Now they're in pursuit and a bunch of idiots he has for a squad just opened the jumpgate and leaving us vunerable to an attack!" She ended with a burst of fustration.
Perfect timing, he told himself bitterly. "Okay, send the Excalibur out and get all the fighters out to stop the war vessel," he ordered flatly as he peered into the darkness, as if something was to spring up and kick him in the face. "When will the three vessels Sheridan assigned to the station be here at?"
"ETA twenty minutes," she replied tersely.
"Not good enough," he mumbled. "Okay, proceed with the headings."
"Captain, I'm not a military officer like you. I'm a thief."
Gideon raised a brow. "I'm sure you have a few little tricks in mind, Dureena," he told her reassuringly. "Keep me posted, Gideon out."
From the darkness, he could make over Lochley's limp form. She still looked disturbingly thin despite all the vitamins and minerals all the doctors had injected to her and her hair seemed unusually bright all of a sudden. Her wide eyes seemed to make her face look very thin but the depth in it seemed almost the same. Only worried and anxious. "So? What's up up there?"
"Matheson intercepted a Drakh war vessel," he told her grimly, training his aim to the darkness of the sector. "Now the entire sector's in danger. I've got every fighter and ship at our disposal but the three ships the President assigned here won't be here for...oh, another twenty minutes. By then, the battle will really be heated up."
"Or the fusion reactor," she said sarcastically. "This way." Their boot heels hit the floor as the snuck through the sector's holder. Unfortunately, a beep began to fill the air. Gideon watch as Lochley spun around, to look above. "Oh, hell! Duck!"
She jumped and grabbed a fistful of Gideon's black uniform top and pushed him aside near the wall. He was bewildered; she had a strong grip despite the thiness of her outward appearances. He slammed onto the cold metal wall with his tailbone given a wake-up whack while Lochley landed shoulder first on the wall. Her head slammed not too hard but she winced in terrible pain. He came to the call. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.
She shook it away violently. "Don't mind me!" she snapped. "Mind that device!"
Gideon looked up to see a miniture flying areo gun device swooning in the air and shooting at random points near the squad, which was scattered throughout the entire sector. He immediately raised his rifle and began shooting it blindly. It was incredibly dark, and it was practically a miracle that she had detected it.
They were getting no where.
All of a sudden, a black-gloved hand came from behind of Lochley and wrapped it tightly around her lips. All he heard was muffled yells and violent kicking and screaming as she was hauled to her feet. Gideon spun around, but was too late. Lochley was being pulled into the darkness. She had wounded her captor by a bite at the hand, but she was struggling the grip. "Matthew! Help!" she cried painfully, wincing, as she entered into darkness.
His mind started racing. "Kelper! Continue to fire and then search for the hijackers! I'm going after Captain Lochley!" Without another word, he clicked some energy sacs in and then sped into the darkness.