Chapter Four

Commander Bourbon had just finished entering his latest set of commands into the computer. He was in a small room, not on ship's plans, next to the Captain's Quarters. Admiral Fahim had ordered it installed five years ago. Bourbon had done the work himself, installing the bulkheads, and the computer link that was considered to be part of the Bridge itself. It wasn't a room that was much to look at, with gray metal walls and metal grate flooring. There was a small replicator, and a single padded seat in front of the computer screen.

With his message off to Admiral Fahim, Commander Bourbon laughed heartily as he ran his hand through his messy black hair. He turned to the room's primary entrance, a short Jefferies tube. It was time to see his daughter again. Oh to feel her squirming, to see her cross hashed bleeding back, to hold her up against his chest. He wanted to take her as soon as he could get her naked body beneath him.

He crawled into the short Jefferies Tube, and opened the door at its end. He let out a bellow of anger. It was covered with some sort of cloth and board on the quarters side. Well, it wouldn't stop him. Bourbon thrust his fist at it, and it tore. It gave enough so that he could fit his hands through it, and then he tore the red velvet open and surged into what he knew as Habiba's room.

As he entered, he felt a board hit him, hard, on the back of his head. The board broke, and he looked up to discover his daughter grabbing another painting off the wall. She was wearing a jumpsuit. He surged fully into the room, standing up and swatting the painting out of Chantilly's hands.

"Get out of those clothes, dear, before I rip them off," Bourbon growled. She was not supposed to wear clothes. She was supposed to be naked and ready for her punishment, like she had promised fifteen years ago. She threw a metal paperweight, from the desk. It hid him hard in his belly, just above his crotch. He growled his anger, shaking his head roughly.

Chantilly tried to escape, running towards the door. He struck out his arm and grabbed her. She knocked him off balance with her momentum, and they careened towards the bunk bed. She attempted to pull away from him, as he tried to get on top of her. The mattress and sheets of the bed suddenly were in his face as she nearly escaped his grasp.

He regained his grasp, solidifying his hold on her, by pulling her left arm behind her back. Bourbon was on top of his defiant daughter, and as soon as he ripped her clothes off, she was going to receive the worst punishment of her thirty-three years.

Lieutenant Grieg Gostillna knew exactly where he needed to go the moment he left the Bridge. There was only one place that Commander Bourbon was guaranteed to go, and that was where his daughter was. The time the turbolift took to reach deck seven seemed to be too long. He wished that he'd taken the Jefferies tube, though it would have taken longer. The forty-two seconds of idle standing while the turbolift descended seemed to take forever. You could only check the power level on a phaser rifle so many times.

The door opened, and he ran out of the turbolift. Gostillna pounded through the corridor, not caring what he ran into, cutting his turns tightly. Crew members plastered themselves to the sides of the corridor as they saw him coming. Nothing caused him to pause until he skidded to a stop in front of the Captain's Quarters.

He rang the chime, but there was no response, so he opened the door with a standard code and stepped through the threshold and two steps beyond, his phaser rifle at the ready. Gostillna scanned the main room, looking right and left pointing his phaser rifle as he did so. There was no one in the cozily lit room, though the reading light was on above the chair next to the bookcase. He heard someone swearing behind the door to Chantilly's room. He moved up against the wall next to it.

Gostillna opened it in classic form, letting the door open fully for a second before going through it, his phaser rifle ready to fire. Chantilly was on the floor, in a mass of blankets. Her father was on top of her, bottom bared, ripping down the front of her jumpsuit. Gostillna fired.

Commander Bourbon was thrown clear of Chantilly, and stunned. He thudded against the wall. Chantilly backed up from him on the floor. Her jumpsuit was torn all the way down to her belly button, revealing her lace bra. Gostillna kept his rifle trained on Bourbon as his favorite back up, Friedman and Dvorkin entered behind him.

"Cuff him and take him away, ladies," Gostillna ordered. As they moved to handle the former Chief Engineer, he looked back down at Chantilly. "Are you okay, Chantilly?"

The girl sniffled before replying, "I think so, but this jumpsuit is ruined." She was looking down at the flap that her father had torn in it. She had slid up against the bed post, and her hand shook a little as she lifted the flap. "I liked this one too." She just stared at it.

"I think I better see where that Jefferies tube goes . . . it's not on the plans," Gostillna said. Friedman and Dvorkin had manacles on Bourbon now and were attempting to stand him up. Gostillna glanced out of the window, as they suddenly came out of warp. They had arrived at Star Base 12, and the view of it filled Chantilly's window.

Bourbon had awoken as he was being stood up, and seeing the Star Base, he whispered, almost too softly to be heard.. "The Admiral will save me now, you see." Gostillna stepped out of the way, and his security team manhandled Bourbon out of the room.

Chantilly was shivering as her father was taken away, and it wasn't because the room was cold. It wasn't. She had begun to feel safe in this room. She stood carefully. The mattress under her left foot shifted and she nearly fell again. She stumbled into Lieutenant Gostillna's strong arms.

Suddenly she found herself burying herself in Gostillna's arms, and tears began to flow down her cheeks. He slid down into her chair, as she found her place on his lap, her head buried against his shoulder. She found comfort in the hefty Chief of Security's arms. His hand gently stroked through her hair and down her back as she cried herself out.

After about five minutes, Chantilly pulled self away, sniffling. She'd left a wet spot on his shoulder. "Sorry about that." She tried to pull up the ripped part of her jumpsuit.

"Don't worry about it, Chantilly. I've had a few young ladies cry on my shoulder after a battle before. None as pretty as you, of course." Chantilly giggled. She certainly wasn't very pretty at the moment, with her tear-stained eyes and ripped outfit. "It looks like you put up quite a fight here."

Chantilly looked around the room. There was the ripped velvet and plate that had covered the entry to the Jefferies tube. Two of the Admiral paintings that had been on her wall laid nearby, busted. Admiral Forrest was still on the wall, his eyes looking at Chantilly and his face somehow conveying approval across the centuries. The heavy metal Betazed Fertility Goddess paperweight was right below the painting.

Then there was the mess of bedding, mattress and all the covers. Chantilly hadn't been using the bottom bunk, despite the Doctor's orders and the trouble it took to climb up there with her belly swollen like it was. She hadn't made that bed, or she was sure she would have spotted the sliver cloth laid across the middle of the bed's platform.

Chantilly got off Gostillna's lap and walked over to the bed, kneeling and reaching for the edge of the small cloth. It was slightly stuck to the platform, but a quick tug pulled it off revealing several sheets of paper that Chantilly recognized as Habiba's favorite pink parchment. It was written in her purple ink and addressed to anyone who could help.

She read it quickly, it was a description of what Habiba's father had done to her. What Chantilly's own father had done to Chantilly, and apparently Habiba as well. The memories came back to Chantilly's mind and she felt first sick, the mad, that her father hadn't stopped with her, and had brought her best friend into and what she'd seen Chantilly's done to her. Chantilly found it scary, even though she had lived through worse. It was a plea for help. Chantilly looked up at Gostillna.

Gostillna was right by her side, apparently reading over her shoulder. His hand was on her shoulder. "Uncle Grieg, I have to take this to the Captain." She hadn't called him that since before her mother died.

"Yes, we'll take it right to her on the Bridge, but you can at least put on a new outfit," Gostillna said, as he helped Chantilly stand.

"There is no time, Star Base 12 is right out there, and Habiba is on it," Chantilly said, rushing out her door, holding up the flap her father had created with one hand, and the letter in the other. Gostillna followed her. He was her knight in shining armor, his armor clanking as he behind her, protecting her as she delivered her important message to the Queen.