Chapter 3
The Spartan had only taken a few hours to reach Deep Space 9. From the time it first appeared in the viewscreen Lennon could never seem to take his eyes off it. It was a monstrosity. Originally built by the Cardassians as an ore processing station over the occupied Bajor but it had now become something bigger. The recent discovery of the wormhole leading to the Gamma Quadrant had turned Bajor from a tiny insignificant planet to a gateway between quadrants. Almost everyone in the Federation could see its potential, conversely so could everyone in the Cardassian Union. Their decision to pull back from Bajor now seemed a grievous error. Were they still bitter about it? Knowing the Cardassians he could easily conclude they would be.
Suddenly a klaxon coming from Ops disturbed his theorising. Lieutenant Jura snapped to attention before announcing the cause.
" We are being hailed from Deep Space 9, Captain."
A Bajoran female appeared on the viewscreen, she held the rank of major, equivalent to the Starfleet rank of Commander meaning Lennon held superiority.
" USS Spartan, this is Deep Space 9, we don't have orders confirming your presence here, could you clarify the matter?"
Lennon had practised his response to the query,
" This is Captain Christopher Lennon, we have an onboard sensor problem and need it repaired straight away," he lied, " We are requesting permission to dock."
The Major presses a few buttons on the panel in front of her and looked up in a state of surprise.
" Our computer is showing your onboard sensors are working within acceptable limits."
Lennon felt uneasy; he glanced over at Kestra Vall sitting on her seat drinking coffee. She shouldn't be drinking that here! But it gave him an idea. Making sure she was out of the viewscreen picture, Lennon walked over and snatched the mug off her, continuing over to the science console where Lt. Donnachie formerly worked, he tipped the entire mug all over the control panel.
The entire bridge staff looked at him in horror as the control panel sparked and began to smoke. Kestra Vall looked bedazzled by what the Captain had just done with her mug of coffee.
" Hold on Captain," came the voice from the viewscreen, " Our computer is now showing the problem with you onboard sensors."
" Yes well I think the stations sensors could use with a slight recalibration, under normal circumstances we would be glad to help but unfortunately we are very busy." Captain Lennon smugly responded.
"You are clear to dock at upper docking port 2." the Major responded.
The Captain strolled back over to the centre of his bridge wearing a bright smile, he handed the empty mug back to his counsellor who could only profusely shake her head and return the smile.
" Thank you Major, we shan't be long at repairs." he replied as the viewscreen cut back to the image of the station.
The smile was still very apparent on Kestra's face,
" You cunning ......" she thought hard how to end the sentence without being given a court martial.
Ric Sara's face was also beaming with amusement,
" Wilful damage of Federation property! I'm sure that Admiral Nechayev wouldn't look to kindly at that." He joked.
" Nor do I think Lieutenant Glatzer would look to kindly upon it!"
However Glatzer had the workstation repaired in minutes, but was unable to see the funny side of the matter.
The Spartan had only taken a few hours to reach Deep Space 9. From the time it first appeared in the viewscreen Lennon could never seem to take his eyes off it. It was a monstrosity. Originally built by the Cardassians as an ore processing station over the occupied Bajor but it had now become something bigger. The recent discovery of the wormhole leading to the Gamma Quadrant had turned Bajor from a tiny insignificant planet to a gateway between quadrants. Almost everyone in the Federation could see its potential, conversely so could everyone in the Cardassian Union. Their decision to pull back from Bajor now seemed a grievous error. Were they still bitter about it? Knowing the Cardassians he could easily conclude they would be.
Suddenly a klaxon coming from Ops disturbed his theorising. Lieutenant Jura snapped to attention before announcing the cause.
" We are being hailed from Deep Space 9, Captain."
A Bajoran female appeared on the viewscreen, she held the rank of major, equivalent to the Starfleet rank of Commander meaning Lennon held superiority.
" USS Spartan, this is Deep Space 9, we don't have orders confirming your presence here, could you clarify the matter?"
Lennon had practised his response to the query,
" This is Captain Christopher Lennon, we have an onboard sensor problem and need it repaired straight away," he lied, " We are requesting permission to dock."
The Major presses a few buttons on the panel in front of her and looked up in a state of surprise.
" Our computer is showing your onboard sensors are working within acceptable limits."
Lennon felt uneasy; he glanced over at Kestra Vall sitting on her seat drinking coffee. She shouldn't be drinking that here! But it gave him an idea. Making sure she was out of the viewscreen picture, Lennon walked over and snatched the mug off her, continuing over to the science console where Lt. Donnachie formerly worked, he tipped the entire mug all over the control panel.
The entire bridge staff looked at him in horror as the control panel sparked and began to smoke. Kestra Vall looked bedazzled by what the Captain had just done with her mug of coffee.
" Hold on Captain," came the voice from the viewscreen, " Our computer is now showing the problem with you onboard sensors."
" Yes well I think the stations sensors could use with a slight recalibration, under normal circumstances we would be glad to help but unfortunately we are very busy." Captain Lennon smugly responded.
"You are clear to dock at upper docking port 2." the Major responded.
The Captain strolled back over to the centre of his bridge wearing a bright smile, he handed the empty mug back to his counsellor who could only profusely shake her head and return the smile.
" Thank you Major, we shan't be long at repairs." he replied as the viewscreen cut back to the image of the station.
The smile was still very apparent on Kestra's face,
" You cunning ......" she thought hard how to end the sentence without being given a court martial.
Ric Sara's face was also beaming with amusement,
" Wilful damage of Federation property! I'm sure that Admiral Nechayev wouldn't look to kindly at that." He joked.
" Nor do I think Lieutenant Glatzer would look to kindly upon it!"
However Glatzer had the workstation repaired in minutes, but was unable to see the funny side of the matter.