The USS Titan
Again, standard disclaimers. They all belong to DC. {Thinks} What does DC stand for anyway? And yes, Bryan, I know it's not cricket, but as I say, since when have affairs of the heart been decided by balls?
Chapter Four: Organising A Meeting
In the headquarters of the rebels, an orderly hurried to his leader's room. He knocked, and stood nervously outside the door.
"Enter," came the imperious voice from within. The orderly did so, shutting the door behind him. The tall female figure before him frowned.
"Majesty," he began, bowing low, "we have had a request from a Federation Captain for a meeting. He wishes to discuss the fighting that's going on here, with a view to bringing about peace."
There was a pause, broken by the lady's curt "I see."
"What shall I tell him, your majesty?"
"Well, that I shall see him, of course."
"At once, majesty." He turned to go, but was stopped by his mistress' question.
"What is this captain's name?"
"Richard Grayson, my lady." The orderly bowed again and left.
The lady picked up a communicator from her desk, and keyed in a number.
"Captain Gyandf? I need you to take out that Federation ship. Tomorrow. Yes, quickly."
She dialled another number, and spoke as she sorted through her clothes.
"Information? Good. I want you to find out whatever you can about Captain Richard Grayson. Yes, of the Federation."
She smiled as she selected a black, figure-hugging dress with a white front. She ran her fingernails down it slowly.
"I like to know who I'm dealing with."
* * *
The Federation team were all sat in their lounge when their captain walked in.
"We're meeting the rebels tomorrow morning," he announced.
"All of us?" Donna asked.
"I don't think that would be a good idea. I was thinking that you, Garth and I should go."
"What about me?" Roy cut in. "You can't just leave me out."
Dick sighed. "I need somebody to keep an eye on things here," he explained, "but if you think you aren't capable."
"I won't let you down, cap'n!"
"Good. We'll be going in our shuttle. I've already radioed Wally to let him know our plans."
"Well, that's all settled then," Donna smiled, "I think that it would be a good idea if we all got an early night."
Roy groaned theatrically, but stood and went to his room. Garth followed suit. Donna paused when she saw that Dick was still sitting in his chair. She raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. He rolled his eyes.
"It's alright, Donna. I'll go to bed shortly."
"Make sure you do," she said with mock seriousness, as she pushed open her door.
As soon as all the other's doors were closed, Dick rose and went through the door into the corridor. Walking softly along, he reached Kory's door and knocked gently. She opened it, clad in a lacy nightdress.
"Uh, I just wanted to say thanks for telling me that earlier," he said, "and, um, sorry for running off like that."
"Don't be afraid," she whispered, and drew him in for a kiss. The door shut behind them, and if anyone was listening, they would have heard the faint click of the lock.
As it so happened, there was someone listening. Concealed in a niche in the wall, Verand'r watched the occurrence with interest. She was a spy for the rebels, and as the door shut, she lifted the communicator from her belt and whispered her report.
Elsewhere, the rebel leader received the report with considerable glee.
"So, my sister has found herself a boy-toy in this captain," she hissed to herself, "which gives me another way to hurt her and get rid of the meddling Federation crew at the same time!"
Again, standard disclaimers. They all belong to DC. {Thinks} What does DC stand for anyway? And yes, Bryan, I know it's not cricket, but as I say, since when have affairs of the heart been decided by balls?
Chapter Four: Organising A Meeting
In the headquarters of the rebels, an orderly hurried to his leader's room. He knocked, and stood nervously outside the door.
"Enter," came the imperious voice from within. The orderly did so, shutting the door behind him. The tall female figure before him frowned.
"Majesty," he began, bowing low, "we have had a request from a Federation Captain for a meeting. He wishes to discuss the fighting that's going on here, with a view to bringing about peace."
There was a pause, broken by the lady's curt "I see."
"What shall I tell him, your majesty?"
"Well, that I shall see him, of course."
"At once, majesty." He turned to go, but was stopped by his mistress' question.
"What is this captain's name?"
"Richard Grayson, my lady." The orderly bowed again and left.
The lady picked up a communicator from her desk, and keyed in a number.
"Captain Gyandf? I need you to take out that Federation ship. Tomorrow. Yes, quickly."
She dialled another number, and spoke as she sorted through her clothes.
"Information? Good. I want you to find out whatever you can about Captain Richard Grayson. Yes, of the Federation."
She smiled as she selected a black, figure-hugging dress with a white front. She ran her fingernails down it slowly.
"I like to know who I'm dealing with."
* * *
The Federation team were all sat in their lounge when their captain walked in.
"We're meeting the rebels tomorrow morning," he announced.
"All of us?" Donna asked.
"I don't think that would be a good idea. I was thinking that you, Garth and I should go."
"What about me?" Roy cut in. "You can't just leave me out."
Dick sighed. "I need somebody to keep an eye on things here," he explained, "but if you think you aren't capable."
"I won't let you down, cap'n!"
"Good. We'll be going in our shuttle. I've already radioed Wally to let him know our plans."
"Well, that's all settled then," Donna smiled, "I think that it would be a good idea if we all got an early night."
Roy groaned theatrically, but stood and went to his room. Garth followed suit. Donna paused when she saw that Dick was still sitting in his chair. She raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. He rolled his eyes.
"It's alright, Donna. I'll go to bed shortly."
"Make sure you do," she said with mock seriousness, as she pushed open her door.
As soon as all the other's doors were closed, Dick rose and went through the door into the corridor. Walking softly along, he reached Kory's door and knocked gently. She opened it, clad in a lacy nightdress.
"Uh, I just wanted to say thanks for telling me that earlier," he said, "and, um, sorry for running off like that."
"Don't be afraid," she whispered, and drew him in for a kiss. The door shut behind them, and if anyone was listening, they would have heard the faint click of the lock.
As it so happened, there was someone listening. Concealed in a niche in the wall, Verand'r watched the occurrence with interest. She was a spy for the rebels, and as the door shut, she lifted the communicator from her belt and whispered her report.
Elsewhere, the rebel leader received the report with considerable glee.
"So, my sister has found herself a boy-toy in this captain," she hissed to herself, "which gives me another way to hurt her and get rid of the meddling Federation crew at the same time!"