Authors Note: This is the third story in what will hopefully be a long line of stories. This story continues the adventures of the Lieutenant Simon Hartstone. While not necessary to read the two stories "Punishment" and "Captured!" it would be advisable to set up why this new character is aboard Voyager. If you read "Training" I should let you know I have decided to take that down considering I don't know where to take the story as well as the fact of the matter is I wasn't too happy with the first chapter I wrote and the second chapter wasn't going so well either. I wanted to write a story that included the whole Hazard Team and not just about Lieutenant Hartstone and I obviously wanted to write a kick ass story as well. Also I don't know how to work out stardates, I have looked on the star trek website to try and discern a pattern for them but their doesn't seem to be one they just seem to be a load of random numbers, I have set this in season 6 after the episode "One Small Step." I wanted log entries to feature more as I think they were a primary way of story setting on most of the Star Trek episodes.
Happiness
Read Chapter 1 for disclaimers and some other junk.
Chapter 2: Missing and FoundEnsign Munro walked along the corridors of deck nine, his team had all their tricorders open and they were tracking down the life signs of the crew that remained on board. According to the sensors on the Delta Flyer there were only six remaining four had been found and now they were tracking down the last two. A Hazard team member had agreed to stay with each crewmember until the transporters were operational. He had already dispatched two team members to sickbay to try and see if they could get the Doctor online, that's if he was still in the database and even if he was they still needed to get him online.
Suddenly the tricorders started to bleep, as they knew they were getting close to their target. They turned and the survivor was in a crew quarters, Ensign Munro slowly walked up to the door and put the manual door release device onto the door and he slowly forced it open enough to at least get his fingers through. The rest of his team put their fingers through to help him and with a couple pulling on each side they managed to open the door all the way. They shone their wrist beacons inside, it was a shared quarters and lying on the bed was a crewman holding a sheet to his chest, the sheet was covered in blood. Ensign Munro quickly stepped into the room followed closely by another crewman a young Vulcan woman by the name of Jurot who was one of the Hazard teams field medics.
The crewman saw some people in the shadows but he couldn't make them out so he raised a phaser to them "Freeze" he said "Who are you"
Ensign Munro and the rest of the team raised their hands "Ok, don't worry about it, its Ensign Munro from the Hazard team." The crewman lowered his phaser as Munro stepped out of the shadows and into the emergency lighting.
"Sorry Sir about that but …" he could not continue his sentence
"Don't worry about it, just tell me your name" Munro went to sit by his side as well as Jurot who was now scanning him with her medical tricorder.
"Its Bell sir, Crewman Graham Bell"
"Good, can you tell me what happened here Mr Bell?"
"I don't know much sir, I had just finished my duty shift so I had returned here to get some rest and just as I lay down on the bed…." the crewman took a long breath and he held his chest as a sharp bout of pain hit him. "the red alert went off, I went to get up but as I did the ship was rocked and I was thrown to the floor, I tried to get up again but the ship was rocked again." Another bout of pain hit him and he arched his back of the bed.
"Jurot can you give him something for the pain" she pressed a hypospray to his neck and pressed the button, she turned to Ensign Munro and whispered something in his hear. Ensign Munro looked back at her and he just nodded sombrely. "Go on Crewman"
"I tried to get up for the second time but someone one came into the room, he picked me up and tried to drag me away, but I fought with him and he stabbed me in the chest I fell back onto the bed. I grabbed the phaser from my draw and I tried to shoot him but unfortunately due to the wound my aim was a little off and I missed. He pulled his weapon on me and he fired and then he left"
"And what did this man look like" Munro asked
"He was your basic humanoid Sir, a bald head, very deep eye sockets." Suddenly he felt very tired and had an overwhelming urge to sleep, he looked at Jurot and he looked at Munro "Now I know what she whispered to you, I'm not going to make it am I, I'm going to die"
"Don't be silly crewman we are going to get you to sickbay as fast as we can, your gonna be ok"
"I'm sorry sir, but I have to say that you're a terrible liar" a small grin crept on the crewman's face before his eyes closed and the medical tricorder just started a long wailing tone of a flatline before Jurot snapped the tricorder shut. Ensign Munro took the sheet the crewman had covered himself with and he pulled it over the crewman's face.
"I'm sorry Sir there was nothing I could do, I would have needed Sickbay and the Doctor would have been better equipped to save him," Jurot said
"Don't worry about it Crewman, you did your best under the circumstances now all we have to do his make sure his death wasn't in vain, we have to find the crew get them back and make sure the bastards that did this don't do it to anyone else." The rest of Ensign Munro's team nodded in approval of his words. Munro tapped his commbadge
"Ensign Munro to the Bridge"
"Bridge here" Lieutenant Hartstone answered
"We found another survivor a Crewman Graham Bell"
"Well done Mr Munro" Lieutenant Hartstone said
"I wouldn't be so quick to congratulate me sir, he is dead, Crewman Jurot couldn't do anything for him" a long pause was all that answered for a second making Munro think that the comm system had gone down or Lieutenant Hartstone had cut the channel but a voice came back eventually
"I understand Mr Munro, we have managed to get internal sensors up a bit further and we have pinned the last survivor down in the starboard turbolift, it looked like it was on its way up here to the bridge, when the attack happened it went into freefall but the lift's safety systems kicked in eventually and it got stuck between decks 4 and 5."
"We are on deck 9 Sir, it will take us about an hour to climb up to there"
"No need crewman we have forced the doors on the bridge that open on the shaft. After my escapades with the Antillians a month ago and myself climbing up and down Jeffries tube I came up with a piece of equipment that will allow me to rappel down the shaft to the turbolift. Have some people go to engineering and help out down there and I want you and the remaining up here."
"Yes Sir"
Lieutenant Hartstone closed the comm channel to Ensign Munro and looked down the shaft
"Are you sure you can do this Sir" Crewman Murphy asked
"I am sure Crewman no time like the present for a field test of my latest piece of kit" He drew a gun out of a leg holster but it did not look like a ordinary one there was a sort of a barrel under the main barrel of the gun. Lieutenant Hartstone held the gun and he turned around and he fired it into the wall behind him. A piece of cord came flying out of the gun with a three pronged hook on the end of it which promptly broke into the bulkhead and made the cord taught and stiff. Lieutenant Hartstone turned back with the gun still in his hand it seemed to give him more cord as and when he needed it. He stepped over the edge of the turbo shaft and he was standing on the side hanging, he hooked the gun under his belt as Crewman Murphy handed him a med-kit that was under the tactical station, Lieutenant Hartstone pressed a button on the gun and started to lower himself into the blackness of the dead turbo shaft.
Lieutenant Hartstone reached the top of the turbolift and he put his feet on the top of the turbolift. He took the gun off his belt and he kneeled down and he accessed the hatch at the top of the turbolift he opened it and he shone his wrist beacon inside and he couldn't believe who it was.
"Seven" is all he could say as he dropped into the turbolift with the med-kit. He scanned her with the tricorder, "two broken ribs, a mild concussion …" he trailed off as her eyes opened
"Lieutenant Hartstone what has happened"
"I don't know, we came back from our training operation to find Voyager not at the rendezvous coordinates, when we tracked you down we found Voyager drifting and badly damaged. Do you know what happened?"
"I do not know what happened, it was red alert I was travelling up to the bridge before, the turbo lift started to free fall. I was almost pinned to the ceiling before the safety systems came online and I was thrown to the floor. I was obviously rendered unconscious." Seven then noticing her condition looked down at her arms and her legs and feeling her chest. "I am damaged," she noted
"Unfortunately yes two broken ribs, a mild concussion and all your standard cuts and bruises" he smiled at her warmly
"I do not think you should be smiling at mine or indeed our situation Mr Hartstone," Seven noted with a slight scowl
"Sorry, but you know a smile is used to reassure people in a time of crisis"
"I do not need reassuring" suddenly the turbolift rocked like something had hit it
"That does not sound good" Lieutenant Hartstone said as he got up and he helped Seven to her feet. He grabbed the edges of the whole he had come through and he hoisted himself back onto the top of the turbolift, he looked around and he saw one of the safety hooks was cracked. "That's not good." He put his head back into the lift and put his arms down and Seven grabbed them and he pulled her on top of the turbolift with him. She looked around and saw what he saw.
"The safety system is damaged" Seven noted.
"Yep, time to go" he grabbed the gun before tapping his commbadge, "Hartstone to Bridge"
"Bridge here Sir go ahead"
"I have recovered the survivor it is Seven of Nine we are coming up now, the turbolift's safety systems are about to give way"
"We understand Sir, we will be ready, Bridge out"
"What is that?" Seven asked
"I call it a grapple gun and its what is going to get us out of here" Seven give him a raised eyebrow "Your going to have to hold onto me, don't worry I don't bite or smell" he smiled at her again. Another raised eyebrow from Seven before she slipped one arm round his waist while another was placed firmly on his shoulder holding them close together before Simon pulled on the trigger of the gun and it hoisted them up, the gun retracting the cord and taking them with it. A few seconds later the turbolift gave way and started to free-fall before a loud crash could be heard; they reached the top of the shaft and Seven threw her arm over the top before a couple of arms grabbed it and pulled her onto the deck. She looked up and straight into a familiar bald face, Simon climbed back onto the deck himself before standing up.
"No one is going to help me up" he asked, the crew turned and they looked sorry
"Sorry sir …." Lieutenant Hartstone raised his hands to stop Crewman Murphy "Don't worry about it crewman I am just messing with you" he smiled at her and she smiled back. "I think we all need to smile right now"
"And a shower sir" Crewman Murphy joked
"Yep that to crewman but first we need to affect repairs and get Seven down to sickbay. Good to see you Doc, by the way"
"You to Mr Hartstone have we discovered what happened yet"
"Sorry Doc that's a no, seems like the ship was attacked, but by who and for what purpose we don't know" Lieutenant Hartstone lost his smile and he looked at the rest of them who also looked very serious.