{ Weaving Stage IX: Order }
Chapter Six, Pt.1

Secrecy does not come from the shadows.

Successful secrecy comes from light-
Pockets of light robed in the complacency of la vie quotidienne.

A bright corner that you pass every day-
What you see every day-
those are the truly hidden enclaves.

There breeds secrecy, there breeds strategy.

And that's where he had lingered,
in the ordinary light
of the ordinary pockets in the starship Enterprise.

Now was the day-
Finally the day-
To stir the pot.

To stir the order askew.

"Captain Kirk to conference room, '4C'. Captain Kirk to conference room '4C'."

Lieutenant Uhura's voice jolted Jim from his jostling slumber and dreams of strange images, strange people.

"Captain?" Uhura called from the comm on the clock on his bedside table. "Captain Kirk, come in. Captain Kirk-."

"Kirk here," He answered, pressing the comm button. "I'll be right there."

"There's an urgent streaming communication from Headquarters," She added tentatively. "But Captain- there's a more pressing matter coming from the Recreation Room. Scotty and the security officers should be there already but-." She took a wavering breath. "-I don't know if it can be handled by them alone..."

"Nyota-," Jim thought carefully before continuing. "-mutinous tension...?"

"In my opinion, Captain," He could hear the gravity Uhura's voice. "...a mutiny is already underway."

"Understood."

"Captain, what can I do? What can I do to help?"

Kirk thought for some time before answering, "Respond to headquarters for me. Send the message that tensions on the ship have reached a peak. Request transfer of the prisoner immediately to the nearest station."

"Aye, Captain."

There was the familiar pip, sounding the end of communication.

Jim flipped his legs out of bed, grabbing his uniform trousers and tunic when the comm pip beeped again.

"Mr. Spock?" Kirk guessed.

"It's Scott, captain."
There was a loud crackle and spike of background noise, background voices.

"I'm on my way to the Rec," Kirk spoke as he dressed. "Has anything turned physical?"

"Would you lot shut your fucking gobs already!" Scotty's voice managed to shout over the clamor. "Nah' yet, but it could be anytime now. Even the security back-up I ordered have aff an' disappeared."

Tensions had never been this chaotic, not on his ship, not under his command.

Not even yesterday had things been so bad.

"Any idea as to how things spiked over night?" He asked.

"Ah, it ain't exactly morning, captain-."

Jim checked the clock-
He'd only been asleep for two hours.

"This mince started 'aff around 100 hours," Scott continued. "Seems to be over 73. Some bastart leaked the information that Khan is her husband- now everyone's gone all radge!"

"I'll be right there," Jim ended the communication when almost immediately the pip sounded again.

"Captain," Spock's voice came through again.

"I know, Spock, I'm coming right now," Jim picked up the mobile comm and spoke into it as he entered the hall- which was abandoned and eerily calm.

"I should inform you that I am not in the Recreation Room," Spock informed him. "I am attending to an important objective in the Brig."

"What?" Kirk snapped. "Dammit, Spock! I need you to use your Vulcan calm-down shit to try to influence the crew!"

"This is an important pursuit, Captain. I will report to the Recreation Room as soon as possible. We are transferring Averly to Sick Bay and-."

"Is she trying to escape?" Jim asked.

"No."

"Has she crushed a someone's skull with her bare hands?"

"No, Captain."

"Then get to the fucking Recreation Room, Spock! Focus on her later! And makes sure Bones is at the Rec too or at least on his way." Kirk slammed the comm closed so hard the device made a cracking sound.

Spock ignored the order and turned back to Wrenne who was being patted down by various security officers following established procedures.

He tapped his hand-held comm again.

"You've got McCoy," Bones' voice came up.

Spock turned away from the cell, walking toward the door of the Brig.
"Doctor, we have a situation in-."

"I know all about it, Spock," He replied quickly, sounding out of breath. "I'm getting there now. Scotty says it's a superficial wound but I'm bringing extra staff and the full med kit just in case."

"What has happened to Mr. Scott?" Spock demanded.

"He's been stabbed," Leonard's voice was weary and thin. "They don't know who did it yet, but Litige has also been wounded by a phaser shot. Get your green-blooded ass down here, alright?"

"I am coming immediately," He responded. "In the meantime, I am having Wrenne transferred to Sick Bay-."

"Good idea, she'll be safer there," McCoy puffed, running footsteps sounded in the background. "Have the officers take her there immediately- leave her with Lorel'ei- Officer Atch'axah," He corrected himself.

"A large security detail is following procedure now. There was a brief..." Spock hesitated briefly. "scuffle-."

"981H Procedure?!" Leonard exclaimed. "Spock- they can't fulfill that procedure- get the detectors bands as far from her as possible!"

"Why-," Spock wasn't able to finish his question.

"It will endanger her life, Spock!" He paused briefly before adding: "It will endanger two lives."No radiation- no gamma rays or anything like that-."

Spock heard Bones take a deep breath, "No radiation, no gamma rays-."

"Understood. Spock out."

He strode quickly to Wrenne's cell.

"Stand aside," He ordered urgently. "Stand down, remove all bracers and detectors immediately-Officer Larkin- remove the company now." Spock plucked the black batons and bands that he could reach, throwing them far from the cell.

"But Commander-," Larkin looked at him, startled.

"Commander Spock gave you an order, Officer," Atch'axah spoke with piercing purpose.

She already had an armful of bracers, detectors, shackles, and batons, her small frame bobbing quickly out of the cell.

Spock spared a glance after her.

Atch'axah always managed such efficiency, blending well into the crew while remaining true to her Syng heritage.

Her white eyes- those snow light eyes framed by delicate, dark blue lashes- they always held the proper balance of duty and integrity. Her skin that calming shade of blue.

Atch'axah turned back toward Wrenne's cell, motioning for the other security officers to file out when his glance caught hers.

Spock looked away, nodding approval in her direction.

A twinkle of periwinkle flushed across the bridge of Atch'axah's nose as she gently approached Wrenne, who was standing by the left cell wall, cradling her head in her hands.

"A'dilei," Atch'axah took her arms. "Come with me."

Wrenne shook her head tiredly, "I didn't- I-I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"I have the herbs to ease the Vespers," She explained softly. "The emotions and thoughts will be much muffled." Atch'axah gently closed the electric handcuffs around Wrenne's wrists, then guided her carefully from the cell.

Suddenly Wrenne snapped to attention-
"Wait- wait- where are you taking me-?"

"Sick Bay," Spock answered.

He couldn't find anything else to say. All he could think:

A child.

A child.

{ Next, Weaving Stage III: The Savage Order Pt. 2 }

Notes and Translations:

-"A'dilei", Syng word meaning "priestess"; a title from the Syng culture given to those with Wrenne's abilities.