The USS Titan
Disclaimers: Guess what? They're exactly the same. Well, ain't that just fine and dandy. Keep 'em flying!
Chapter Six: Peace Talks?
The USS Titan hung in space, flanked by the seven Gordanian battleships. The pale green streak of a laser bolt shot out from the ship immediately in front of the Titan, and exploded against the shields. The ship rocked as the shockwave hit it.
Inside, the crew were stumbling, trying to keep their balance.
"They're surrounding us, sir," Gar called, trying to be heard over the 'red alert' siren, "there's one in front, one behind, two to the left and two to the right."
"What about the seventh?" Wally asked.
"Pardon?"
"Oh, turn that siren down, Bette, we need to be able to talk in here."
She did so, and Wally was able to continue. "Where's the seventh, Gar?"
"Uh, underneath us, sir! It's firing now!"
The ship juddered at the impact, throwing her crew about inside.
"What's the plan, lieutenant?" Grant questioned, looking up.
"WWDD," Wally muttered, half to himself.
"Sorry, sir?"
"What would Dick do?" the officer smiled wryly, "I was just trying to think about that. Any ideas?"
"Dunno," Grant shrugged, "but we'd better think of something soon though, before the shields go."
* * *
The flyer arrived at the rebel base after about ten minutes. The pilot and crew had been perfectly cordial, but there had been a feeling of underlying menace. The team exited the flyer and were immediately shown to a room by an orderly, who backed nervously out of the room after informing them that they were to wait while he brought "her majesty" in.
The room was small, with a set of double doors opposite to the way they had come in. There were no chairs, leaving them to stand uncomfortably.
"Who is the leader here?" Garth asked quietly.
"Her name's Komand'r," Dick answered, "she's Kory's sister."
Donna looked at him in surprise.
"How do you know that? It wasn't in the files."
"I asked Kory," he shrugged, "simple really."
They were interrupted when the double doors swung open suddenly, revealing a large, grand room behind.
"Do come through," a female voice invited. Not wanting to appear nervous, Dick strode through, followed by Garth and Donna. The figure, who had been standing before her throne, stepped delicately down the steps, her heels clacking. Her dress clung to her, emphasising every curve.
"Good morning captain, commander, lieutenant," she nodded to each in turn, "I trust your journey went well?"
"Yes, thank you," Dick replied diplomatically, "I trust you're happy with the idea of the negotiations?"
"No, but I think that your being here will help end this war," she smiled, in a not particularly friendly way.
"How then?" Dick asked cautiously, made uneasy by Komand'r's attitude.
"Well, I believe that the king would be rather anxious to have you back," she said softly, "allowing room for my style of negotiations. As in, I say what I want, then I get it." She smirked nastily. "Koriand'r will, I imagine, be most worried."
"You can't do that!" Donna broke in. "The Federation won't stand for it."
"The Federation won't know about it," the lady sneered delicately, "your ship will have no opportunity to radio them."
"What have you done to the Titan?" Dick demanded. He glanced around, noticing that all the entrances were guarded.
"It will be destroyed. And don't think that your ensign at the Citadel can do anything either. We have our blocking net over the area."
She gestured to the guards behind them. The guards moved forward and seized Donna and Garth by the shoulders.
"Take those two to the East rooms," Komand'r instructed, "the captain will stay here with me for a time. We have things to discuss."
* * *
As Roy opened the door, a female Tamaranian jumped back. She ran up the corridor as fast as she could. Roy remained in the doorway.
"Damn," he said, shutting the door, "wasn't fast enough to grab her."
"Why did she run off like that?" Kory asked as Roy sat down. He shrugged.
"Why was she listening outside the door?" He picked up a spare wire and started fiddling with it, forming it into various shapes.
"You think she's a spy?" Kory gasped, her eyes wide. "For the rebels?"
"I've seen her around us a lot," Roy mused, "too much really. Who is she?"
Kory frowned. "Uh.I think her name's Verand'r," she said, "she's one of the cook's assistants. There's no reason for her to be up here."
"We need to set a trap for her. If we can expose her without letting her report back to the rebels, then that would be best."
"She may know what they have planned," Kory said, "I'm not sure what my sister wants from this meeting."
* * *
Donna and Garth were pushed along a corridor by the guards, who all held guns. They stopped outside a door, which was opened for them by a guard. They were encouraged in none too gently, and the door was shut and locked behind them.
"Great," Donna muttered, looking around. The room was bare of furniture, except for two bunks and a table. A thin carpet covered the floor, with damp stains in the corners. A small window offered them a glimpse of the blue sky specked with white clouds.
"So what do we do now?" Garth asked.
"Get out," Donna replied, examining the confines of the cell.
"I was hoping you were going to say something like that."
Disclaimers: Guess what? They're exactly the same. Well, ain't that just fine and dandy. Keep 'em flying!
Chapter Six: Peace Talks?
The USS Titan hung in space, flanked by the seven Gordanian battleships. The pale green streak of a laser bolt shot out from the ship immediately in front of the Titan, and exploded against the shields. The ship rocked as the shockwave hit it.
Inside, the crew were stumbling, trying to keep their balance.
"They're surrounding us, sir," Gar called, trying to be heard over the 'red alert' siren, "there's one in front, one behind, two to the left and two to the right."
"What about the seventh?" Wally asked.
"Pardon?"
"Oh, turn that siren down, Bette, we need to be able to talk in here."
She did so, and Wally was able to continue. "Where's the seventh, Gar?"
"Uh, underneath us, sir! It's firing now!"
The ship juddered at the impact, throwing her crew about inside.
"What's the plan, lieutenant?" Grant questioned, looking up.
"WWDD," Wally muttered, half to himself.
"Sorry, sir?"
"What would Dick do?" the officer smiled wryly, "I was just trying to think about that. Any ideas?"
"Dunno," Grant shrugged, "but we'd better think of something soon though, before the shields go."
* * *
The flyer arrived at the rebel base after about ten minutes. The pilot and crew had been perfectly cordial, but there had been a feeling of underlying menace. The team exited the flyer and were immediately shown to a room by an orderly, who backed nervously out of the room after informing them that they were to wait while he brought "her majesty" in.
The room was small, with a set of double doors opposite to the way they had come in. There were no chairs, leaving them to stand uncomfortably.
"Who is the leader here?" Garth asked quietly.
"Her name's Komand'r," Dick answered, "she's Kory's sister."
Donna looked at him in surprise.
"How do you know that? It wasn't in the files."
"I asked Kory," he shrugged, "simple really."
They were interrupted when the double doors swung open suddenly, revealing a large, grand room behind.
"Do come through," a female voice invited. Not wanting to appear nervous, Dick strode through, followed by Garth and Donna. The figure, who had been standing before her throne, stepped delicately down the steps, her heels clacking. Her dress clung to her, emphasising every curve.
"Good morning captain, commander, lieutenant," she nodded to each in turn, "I trust your journey went well?"
"Yes, thank you," Dick replied diplomatically, "I trust you're happy with the idea of the negotiations?"
"No, but I think that your being here will help end this war," she smiled, in a not particularly friendly way.
"How then?" Dick asked cautiously, made uneasy by Komand'r's attitude.
"Well, I believe that the king would be rather anxious to have you back," she said softly, "allowing room for my style of negotiations. As in, I say what I want, then I get it." She smirked nastily. "Koriand'r will, I imagine, be most worried."
"You can't do that!" Donna broke in. "The Federation won't stand for it."
"The Federation won't know about it," the lady sneered delicately, "your ship will have no opportunity to radio them."
"What have you done to the Titan?" Dick demanded. He glanced around, noticing that all the entrances were guarded.
"It will be destroyed. And don't think that your ensign at the Citadel can do anything either. We have our blocking net over the area."
She gestured to the guards behind them. The guards moved forward and seized Donna and Garth by the shoulders.
"Take those two to the East rooms," Komand'r instructed, "the captain will stay here with me for a time. We have things to discuss."
* * *
As Roy opened the door, a female Tamaranian jumped back. She ran up the corridor as fast as she could. Roy remained in the doorway.
"Damn," he said, shutting the door, "wasn't fast enough to grab her."
"Why did she run off like that?" Kory asked as Roy sat down. He shrugged.
"Why was she listening outside the door?" He picked up a spare wire and started fiddling with it, forming it into various shapes.
"You think she's a spy?" Kory gasped, her eyes wide. "For the rebels?"
"I've seen her around us a lot," Roy mused, "too much really. Who is she?"
Kory frowned. "Uh.I think her name's Verand'r," she said, "she's one of the cook's assistants. There's no reason for her to be up here."
"We need to set a trap for her. If we can expose her without letting her report back to the rebels, then that would be best."
"She may know what they have planned," Kory said, "I'm not sure what my sister wants from this meeting."
* * *
Donna and Garth were pushed along a corridor by the guards, who all held guns. They stopped outside a door, which was opened for them by a guard. They were encouraged in none too gently, and the door was shut and locked behind them.
"Great," Donna muttered, looking around. The room was bare of furniture, except for two bunks and a table. A thin carpet covered the floor, with damp stains in the corners. A small window offered them a glimpse of the blue sky specked with white clouds.
"So what do we do now?" Garth asked.
"Get out," Donna replied, examining the confines of the cell.
"I was hoping you were going to say something like that."