Words – Story

"Words" - speaking

"Words"– thoughts

Words – Chapter and scene changes

(Words) – Bez speak

If you didn't know all this by now I will smack you with a spoon covered in carpet lint, honey, and something I found between the couch cushions. I probably will not be adding that little blurb to the next chapter unless you guys want me to add it.

Chapter 14—THE RESISTY!—

Narrator….

Bez's crew fell into an almost normal routine for them. A few scuffs amongst the crew who weren't sure what to do with themselves because of how slow it had been for the past couple of weeks. They were used to having so many people on board and having those in the way that they didn't know what to do with all the space that was given to them. It was quite a bizarre phenomenon. Not that there wasn't anything interesting to happen to them. They had a few interesting close encounters with a few other species that hadn't been seen before.

But the most interesting interaction was when Bez met with the 'Resisty'. That was almost a face palm worthy experience that just as laughable in some ways as it could get.

"Ma'am, we have a, peculiar, transmission coming in," Morá said looking toward Rachel who was on duty that day having lost a coin toss.

Rachel groaned which drew a couple of chuckles from the bridge crew. "Might as well put them through."

The screen came up pitch black and Rachel frowned. That was not supposed to happen. It never did before.

"Is something wrong with Bez's screen?" she asked.

"No…" Morá frowned herself.

A few of the other crew members tilted their heads to the side confused.

"There is nothing wrong with your screen. We are the Resisty! Leave this sector or you will be destroyed," a voice growled out from the screen.

"So we're not even allowed to see who's threatening us and will possibly try to destroy us? That's a load of bull."

"You are to cower in fear at us! The black screen is to make you cower in fear!"

"Not really. Makes me think your screen is broken and you don't know how to fix it," Rachel sighed.

"Fix what?" Zim asked coming up beside her, just entering the conversation.

"Their coms screen. It's black, therefore it's broken," Rachel reasoned.

"It's not broken! It's meant to be threatening!"

"Threatening would be if we could only see shadows or even your eyes. This isn't. This is like an epic fail," Rachel snorted.

"What's an epic fail?" Curtis asked taking a drink from a coffee cup.

"A broken coms screen," Zim supplied motioning at the black screen.

"What isn't threatening?"

"The blank, black screen," Rachel supplied.

"Our screen is very threatening and it is not broken!" The person on the other side growled.

"Sir, it is sorta broken," a quiet voice said in the background.

"They didn't need to know that!" the first voice snapped. "Now they will never respect or fear us!"

"We really weren't respecting you…" Curtis began to say.

"Or really fearing you to begin with," Rachel finished for him.

"Who are we respecting or fearing?" Wren asked coming in slurping a drink.

"The Resisty," Rachel supplied.

"The Resisty?" Curtis asked. "That's a ridiculous name."

"I agree," Wren slurped her drink again. "Who calls themselves the Resisty?"

"We do! Your name can't be any better! It's hard to come up with a good threatening name!" they snapped.

"We really don't have a name," Wren frowned. "Do we?"

Rachel shrugged. "Usually call ourselves Bez's crew."

"Or Wren's crew," Curtis added.

"At least we have a name," the other ships' Captain sneered.

'Not a very good one," Wren said taking another slurp of her drink.

"Will you stop that," Rachel frowned at Wren.

"I would but I can't!" Wren cried and cuddled her drink. "It's soooo good! I never thought Iced Latte's were this good!"

"Since when did we have Latte's?" Curtis asked.

"Since we have the space to have someone make them. They are really really really good," Wren squealed.

"Enough about your drink! Respect the Resisty!"

"Now see, I'm just not feeling it," Wren frowned, tilting her head to the side.

"Your right. It just doesn't ring a bell or anything," Rachel said.

"Or make me want to shiver in fear," Curtis added.

"I won't remember it," Zim said.

"Aaaugh!" the being on the other end of the ling shouted. The sound of someone's head hitting a hard surface followed.

"Sounds like that hurts," Wren said slurping her drink again.

"You know. I think I remember the Resisty," Morá said with a small confused frown. "Weren't they in the Bonovora sector?"

"No. That was planet Roraserfty," someone else on the bridge supplied. "You know, with the plant people."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Wasn't there another in Bonovora?"

"No, that was Resinivty. They had some really good fudge at one point in time."

"Had?" Wren asked.

"They had a plant malfunction and a huge city was destroyed as fudge flooded the streets. Several hundred people were killed. Fudge is now not produced there anymore."

"Awwww," Rachel pouted. "I like fudge though."

In the background the sound of someone's head hitting a card surface continued.

"Did you know that in the early years of industrial Earth something similar happened," Wren blurted out.

"Really?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, but it was maple syrup. I believe that it flooded the streets as well. Killed a few people if I remember right. I think it happened in New York as well."

"Wow, I did not know that!"

"I know, I'm good with useless information."

"We give up!" the person on the other screen shouted. "Just shut up already!"

Wren snorted. "Too late, we were just buying time till Bez was in position. Your ship is under our control."

"She's right," someone across the line said softly. "They have us surrounded. There's nothing we could do if we wanted to."

"Gahh!" the pounding of a head against a wall continued. The sounds continued until Wren motioned for the signal to be cut with a wave of her hand across her throat.

"I don't think anyone ever expects to be taken by people who seem to be complete and utter morons," Curtis said. "That had to be a huge hit to his ego."

"I just think that the Resisty was stupid," Wren snorted. "We're a much bigger ship than they are."

"They could have be just warning us away," Zim said with a frown.

"Something has to be up then," Wren hummed, swirling her drink around in its cup. "I want the ship secured and as many diagnostics on the crew and their ship run from here as you can. If you find anything tell me. I don't want them to board our ship until I know a bit more about them."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Rachel, see if you can get a hold of the Armada or any Irken vessel near and grill them to see if they have information on the Resisty. If Mora has a feeling she's heard the name somewhere, she probably has."

"Right Wren."

"Zim, keep track of anything that leaves that ship. Transmissions, trash, whatever. Scramble any signal leaving that ship if you have to. Until we find out what's up with that ship, nothing leaves that ship at all."

Zim nodded.

"Curtis, when we get the all clear, or as clear as we can get medically without coming in contact with them. We'll bring a few onboard and conduct an interrogation. Try to get as much out of them as you can. I know you can."

"Gotcha."

"I want reports as soon as they come in, got me?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Wren smiled and took a sip of her drink quietly this time. "Let's get this done my crew." She turned, "I'll be in my room getting ready then I'll be in my office if anyone needs to find me."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

Wren smiled again as she head for the lift.

Rachel started to give orders as Curtis gave her a quick kiss to the temple before leaving to go prep an interrogation room. Zim started to organize a way to scramble anything that came from the other ship. Bez's crew and the ship of the Resisty were in for a long wait.

Wren's P.O.V….

I sat back in my chair with a vid screen in my hand. It wasn't about the Resisty but I had be ignoring reports about a few things the past couple of days. They weren't that dire but I had a feeling that it would be a couple of day before anything got settled. But life has a way of surprising me it seems.

The door flew open and in rushed a medical staff member. My eyes flew to their face which full of concern.

"I don't like that look," I frowned, setting a report down on my desk.

"Half their crew is dead," She blurted out.

"What?"

"Their ship is supposed to hold double of what is on their now. The remaining crew are centered in only one part of the ship."

"Do we know why?"

The medical staff member bit her lip and just shook her head as there was a knock at my door. It opened to reveal Zim who had a neutral expression written on his face.

"Half the ship is riddled with damage. It seems to extensive to be just an accident." He handed a vid screen to me.

"That would explain why the crew is focused mostly in one area," Tau mumbled.

"Have they sent anything out? Transmission wise that is," I asked anyway as I looked over the vid that was in my hand.

"No. They seem to be sitting there. Just sitting and nothing else. I don't think they have the ability at the moment to send any long range transmissions."

"If they're in one area, it could mean there down to just the basic of the basics. Do we know anything about them medically yet?"

"Unfortunately, no," Tau sighed a little defeated.

"Talk to some of the scientists/engineers. They were working on a probe of some sort that could go into situations like this. If they have anything done then see if they want to set up a proto type to check things out. That way we don't endanger any of our crew members."

Tau nodded and rushed out the door.

My attention drew back to Zim. "If they do have something to send out I want the Resisty contacted and told of what we know and what we're going to do. If everything comes out right we're going to organize a boarding party and board to see what we can do without fighting."

Zim nodded and smiled at me. "Anything else?"

"I don't think so…." I began to say but was cut off by Rachel walking in.

"So, I was about to find a few things out."

I tilted my head to the side.

"From what I can gather from our Irken relay ships, you Irkens are anywhere and everywhere," Rachel smiled at Zim. "That the Resisty is a group of rebels from planets that the Irken Empire has conquered. They formed together to create this group to try and over throw the Irken race to take their planets back."

"Wow. Well…. Ok…."

"Well, since the Irkens were a hugely feared race because of the ruthless way they over took planets and wiped out all oppositions, the Resisty was having no luck with their goal. After a while the Irkens just stopped engaging the Resisty because, let's face it, they are not the most terrifying problem out there. More like an annoying fly that won't leave you the hell alone."

"True," I laughed. "Anything more?"

"The Resisty sort of fell off the radar about six months ago. Not a lot of people knew much more that that unfortunately."

"So this may be the only ship of the Resisty out there. But we can't assume that," I sighed standing. "Tau is talking to some scientists about sending a proto type medical probe over. We need to know where they stand medically before anything else happens. But we will contact them to warn them that they are bringing something over and we'll see if we can convince them to accept our help."

I walked around my desk and leaned back against it. I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "We can't just leave them here till they all die."

"Do you consider them a threat?" Rachel asked.

"I really don't, truthfully. I mean. The Irkens don't. So what does that tell us?"

"That they wouldn't know something was dangerous even if it bit them in the ass," Zim snorted.

"Also true. So what do you guys think truthfully?"

"That given the chance or possibility that we would be able to win," Curtis said smiling as he entered the conversation.

I flicked my ears his way and tilted my head to the side.

"They, by the looks of it, are as insecure of themselves and their ability that they would crumble under pressure if in a full battle. And right now they'd probably be willing just to throw the fight because they were mostly bluffing in their strength."

"But what exactly does that mean?" Rachel asked.

"Show enough false force and you'd probably have them at your feet."

I blew a breath out and watched as my bangs flew up into the air. "I'm not sure if that's the route I want to take."

"Well, there is the point that they have no clue who is in charge of this ship exactly. So maybe if you were to show that someone other than an Irken was in charge they may be more willing to listen."

I rose a brow in Curtis' direction. "Maybe. We have an Irken crew or majority of our crew is Irken though. I highly doubt they will want to talk."

Curtis just shrugged. "There is always the option of going in by force."

Rachel snorted. "Gas them."

My attention flicked over to Rachel. "Hm?"

"Send something over and gas them. Knock them all out. Just that simple."

"She has a point there," Zim said shifting to rest more weight on one foot and crossed his arms across his chest. "There is the chance of knocking them all out then reasoning with them. They wouldn't have a choice."

"It's a good idea," I said as I leaned back against my desk by placing my hands behind me. I began to chew on my bottom lip as I tried to think how things would work themselves out if we did it that way. I frowned, crossed my own arms across my chest and closed my eyes to think.

"What do you think Bez?" I asked, hoping for another option.

(It would seem to me that those are the best options if you really want to help,) he murred. His mind brushing calmly across mine, happy for me recognizing his opinion.

"If we explain a few things do you think they would listen any more without problems?"

(They may or they may not. My concern is if they decide to take their whole ship out so we don't have a choice to help them at all.)

My eyes snapped open. "Is there a chance that the Resisty would harm themselves before we can help them?"

Zim's eyes widened, "I never thought of that."

"Bez brought it to my attention just a second ago. It never occurred to me to think of that possibility," I drummed my finger tips on top of the desk once. "Would they even go to those lengths? I wouldn't want them to just kill themselves without a chance I mean…"

"That's definitely a huge worry," Rachel hummed. "I still say gas them."

"I think I have to second that motion," Curtis said. "They may be so stressed by now they'd rather destruct the whole ship rather than give in. It's happened before. Several times in our history alone. I'd personally like to see this resolved without a massive explosion."

"We've already had that happen once. I do not want to go through that again," I sighed running a hand through my hair and tugging on an ear gently. I couldn't help but have a few flashbacks to what happened when things first started off our journey. Not a fantastic set of memories to be remembering at all. This was going to be difficult.

I looked about at the people closest to me that were standing in the room. All eyes were upon me and I knew I had to make a decision now. I was not going to be happy with it at all.

"Rachel, see if we can squeeze out of the Irkens the races that were there in the Resisty. Talk to medical bay and see that they create a batch of knock out gas that'll be safe for everyone on that ship. Send the probe to gas them. I'm not taking any chances. Send an electric static pulse to disable anything before doing it so there's not a chance to let them activate a self-destruct system. Gas them. I hate to do it but gas them. I'm not going to let anyone die today."

Solemnly Rachel nodded as she turned out the door. Curtis looked to me.

"Continue to set up rooms but set up a floor or even a cargo bay that can be used to hold them after they're all out. I want med bay to prep an area near there as well for these people so they're not transporting them all over the ship."

Curtis nodded and headed out the door.

"I'm doing the right thing, aren't I Zim? I don't want things to get worse, but is this the right thing to do?"

I didn't even look at him as I said this. I didn't want to see his expression as I said all of this.

I heard his boots click along the floor as he walked closer to me. He gently lifted my face with his hand and I saw a slight smile run across his lips. "I think you're doing the best you can Grashe. We'll walk through this together. And hopefully. The best will come of all of this."

"Thank you Zim," I smiled weakly. "Let's hope this works out then."

So, it is not the biggest of chapters but it is a chapter. I know everyone is going to hate me forever for it but I am going to have to say that I'm going to take a small break. This is the last of the chapters I've actually got written down completely. I don't have anything left except the side stories that I've been working on off and on. But that's not a lot either. I'm going to try my best to possibly keep writing so I don't let you guys keep hanging but bear with me. This is going to be a long pause to such dedicated fans. But please, reread! I will be trying to write new stuff and rewrite the old a bit to add more to it so it's not so bland. I'm sorry to all you guys out there for this. I hope you understand.