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Nine Months – Last Day
By Kudara
Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager and all who sail in her belong to
Paramount/Viacom and no infringement of copyright/trade marks is
intended.
Rating: Mature
Feedback: Always welcome, feedback is what encourages me to keep
writing. Please let me know what you like and what you dislike
about the story.
Revision History: 01/01/06; minor revision 01/05/07
Summary: The last day of their captivity.
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Chapter 27 – Stardate 52915.63 (Dec 1, 2375 5:00am)
Her eyes snapped open; listening silently she searched for the
noise that had awoken her. B’Elanna sat up looking toward the
entryway to the bedroom; there was a glint of light on metal,
and then an emotionless voice.
“You have one hour to report to the Alpha Squad training hall
for today’s mission.”
The message delivered and received it left. The slight sound of
its legs on the carpet informed B’Elanna of what she had heard
that woke her. She looked down beside her at the open blue eyes
of her lover. They stared at each other solemnly, now all too
painfully aware of how this day could end. It had been almost a
month since the last unsuccessful mission, the emotional turmoil
and pain of the unit wide punishment, and the resulting
admissions of their love for one another.
Their declarations had resulted in some significant changes,
mostly internal ones. They were more certain of each other, more
confident that they would remain together no matter what the
future brought. The past eight months had taught them that they
could unquestionably depend on one another, now there was an
added emotional surety to that trust.
“I love you,” Seven whispered as she cupped one hand behind
B’Elanna’s head and pulled the half-Klingon down for a kiss.
When they parted B’Elanna whispered back, “And I love you. I
promise you that I will...”
Seven’s finger on her lips silenced her, “Yes,” she replied
simply, looking steadily into the half-Klingon’s brown eyes.
“Yes?” B’Elanna’s voice was husky with the emotions that were
suddenly upwelling inside her.
“Yes,” replied the blonde serenely, her blue eyes shining with
conviction.
A tremble ran through the half-Klingon’s body, before she
realized it two tears ran down her face and splashed upon the
bare skin of Seven’s chest. She wasn’t certain about all the
questions Seven had just replied to, but she knew that it
included at the least, yes, I trust you, yes, I know you will do
your best. She wasn’t certain why the plainly spoken declaration
affected her so strongly; perhaps it was simply because no one
had ever given her such unconditional trust, or had such
unqualified faith in her before. More likely it was both of
those reasons, along with the immediate stress she had felt the
moment the robot had entered and made its announcement.
She buried her face in the blonde’s chest, breathing deeply of
the reassuring scent of her lover. ‘No wonder the kids compete
for who gets to be held by her,’ she thought irreverently as she
rested against the soft bosom of her lover, and felt Seven’s
arms wrap around her back. Within a minute or so the emotions
that caused her to react so strongly subsided, and unhappily she
pulled away from the comfort of Seven’s body.
“I need to go bathe,” she explained regretfully.
Seven nodded slowly, examining her face curiously, “I will bathe
with you.”
They took the opportunity to comfort one another during the
bath, soaping each other, taking the opportunity to connect
through touch, trying to forget for a moment the reality of the
day.
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Chapter 28 – Stardate 52916.4 (Dec 1, 2375 11:43am)
Thankfully, this time they had not been dropped in a marsh,
instead rugged mountainous terrain surrounded them, affording
them ample cover for their preferred tactics. Elizabeth favored
using concealment and surprise as much as possible, as opposed
to what she termed scream and jump frontal assaults. Since they
frequently faced more than one unit during these missions, they
could not afford to loose people over the course of the day.
B’Elanna had been assigned, as usual, to rifle squad one.
Currently they were lying prone on a ledge watching the
movements of what appeared to be the same Kazon unit they had
faced the previous month. The half-Klingon’s eyes were fixed
upon what appeared to be the Kazon’s communication’s specialist.
To her expert eye, he didn’t seem very sure or knowledgeable of
his equipment, it was one of the reasons they were letting this
small scout group get so close. His incompetence meant that
B’Elanna didn’t even have to try very hard to keep her squad
hidden.
Watching him the glimmer of an audacious idea formed in the
half-Klingon’s mind. The Kazon’s equipment appeared to be very
similar to her own, which meant that if they could capture him
without anyone noticing she could break into their enemy’s
communications network. From there she could do anything from
keeping track of their movements, injecting erroneous
information, and maybe even set up a feedback loop that would
disable all the electronics gear connected to their enemy’s
network.
The trick would be to manage to capture him without him alerting
the others, knocking him unconscious which would result in him
being transported out, or closing his link to his network.
Thankfully, the Kazon were not wearing helmets, which meant they
weren’t using built in communication devices like B’Elanna’s
unit. B’Elanna could only assume that the Kazon had forgone
helmets because of fear of being seen as weak if they wore them.
Instead the Kazon used handheld communications units.
Unfortunately for the Kazon, their focus on not being perceived
as weak meant that B’Elanna’s idea just might have a chance of
working.
Knowing full well that her helmet prevented the sound of her
voice from carrying, she said, “Amy,” and paused. “See their
communication’s specialist, how he keeps falling behind and
fiddling with his equipment. Do you think we could manage to
capture him? I had a thought about what I could do with his
equipment if we can grab him before he shuts down his link.”
“What type of thought?” came back the reply from Amy.
“Feedback surge,” was all she needed to say, Amy was more than
capable of understanding the implications.
“Oh I like those types of thoughts,” Amy commented approvingly.
The next communication from Amy was for all of rifle squad one,
“Linda, see their communications specialist. Do you think you
could lead a group of three or so and capture him without
alerting the others?”
B’Elanna understood why Linda had been asked, before being
captured she had been a teacher of hand to hand combat
techniques, though she called it martial arts. Linda took a few
minutes to examine the Kazon they were referring to, and the
terrain around them, “Yes, it can be done. We will need some
luck though, if he decides to catch up before we get into
position it won’t be safe to capture him. I’d like Lisa and
Barbara to help please.”
B’Elanna nodded in approval, Linda was their hand to hand
expert, but Lisa and Barbara were not too far behind her in
proficiency. Lisa Stewart, the former Mountie, and Barbara
Miller, a former U.S. Marine recruit instructor, were Linda’s
assistants when she taught the unit in hand to hand combat.
“Ok let me inform Elizabeth and Christina and get their input.”
Amy acknowledged. About a minute later she ordered, “Ok Linda,
Lisa and Barbara we have the go ahead. We will take up covering
positions while you three capture the target.”
Everyone watched tensely as the three women carefully moved from
cover to cover, and took up positions near the Kazon, who was
falling further and further behind his comrades as he angrily
pounded on his equipment. B’Elanna almost felt sympathetic as
the three women grabbed him, adeptly wrestled him to the ground,
slapped a gag in his mouth, and bound him hand, knee and foot.
It took them perhaps just over a minute to secure him.
Watching the other Kazon disappear over a rise, B’Elanna could
only shake her head at how easy the Kazon were making this for
them. They had just allowed one of the most important team
members fall behind, and didn’t even seem to notice. She had
always known that one of the biggest weaknesses of the Kazon was
their ‘do it right or die’ mentality. Apparently it was so
conditioned into them that no matter how tactically important
this particular Kazon was, they weren’t going to make an effort
to assist or even check on him.
Three more minutes later and the three women appeared, Linda and
Lisa carrying their struggling captive by his shoulders and feet
so that he didn’t have any opportunity to make a sound. B’Elanna
lost no time accessing his equipment and giving a thumbs up to
Amy as she verified that not only was it still active but that
no alarm had been raised.
“Rifle Squad One,” she waited until the requested channel was
up, “Ok what did you want me to do, it’s up and… Oh, look what
we have here, this isn’t just connected to the Kazon’s
equipment, their cooperating again, and it’s connected to the
other unit’s communications network as well. They’ve connected
them all together.”
Amy came over to her and examined the Kazon’s equipment, “Your
right, Fortuna’s definitely smiling upon us today.”
“Fortuna, and Kazon upbringing,” B’Elanna agreed.
There was a moment of silence, “Elizabeth says that if you can
set up a feedback and disable all their equipment to do it.”
B’Elanna had already been working out how to accomplish exactly
how to do that, so it was just a matter of implementing it when
she got the go ahead. When her equipment suddenly started
registering the enemies’ locations, she knew she had succeeded.
Without their electronics they could no longer mask themselves.
“Congratulations Rifle Squad One,” Elizabeth’s voice came over
the unit channel. “The enemies’ communications and electronics
equipment has been disabled; we are now the only ones able to
move without detection. Everyone regroup at this location, oh
and bring your captive with you Rifle Squad One.”
“You heard her, let’s move out,” Amy ordered.
It took them fifteen minutes to make it to the rendezvous site
Elizabeth had indicated. Bringing the captive forward they sat
the impotently glaring male down on the ground before Elizabeth
and Christina. “Take off his gag,” Elizabeth directed them. She
watched as Linda pulled off the adhesive tape covering the
Kazon’s mouth, she raised the faceplate of her helmet, and then
held out a water bottle and shook it slightly. “Drink?” she
offered him.
Staring up into her face he hissed, “Federation, my First Maje
will still defeat you.”
“I’m not of the Federation,” Elizabeth informed him calmly.
He eyed her with hatred then a nasty smile covered his face, “My
Maje says you are slaves.”
Everyone tensed uncomfortably; but Elizabeth only shrugged,
unconcerned with his attempt to anger her, “You might say that.”
It was obvious that she had surprised him, “Why do you fight if
you are slaves.” He tried to hide his interest, but it was
obvious that he was curious about them.
Elizabeth stared at him, considering what she could say, “Why do
your women fight?”
He straightened proudly, “Our women do not have to fight, we
protect them, unlike your own men.”
“I misspoke,” Elizabeth commented, “When are your women at their
most dangerous?”
He frowned, “If their children are in danger, of course, but we
do not allow that to happen.”
Elizabeth smiled, “Good for you. So I guess you won’t give us
any information about your unit or the other units? Not that we
need it really…” she trailed off.
“You will not get any information from me,” he snarled.
“Alright, I suspected you would say that. Guess it’s time to
send you back up to your ship, don’t worry this won’t hurt…much
at least.” Elizabeth said as she aimed her rifle at him.
“You did not answer my question,” he demanded.
“Yes I did actually,” she replied, hesitating.
His eyes widened, “You fight because the one who holds you has
your children.”
“You will not speak to the captive further.” The emotionless
voice of a robot ordered them over their helmet communications.
Elizabeth replied, “Understood.”
The captive Kazon who had heard all of this, stared at them, and
one could almost see the thoughts turning in his mind. Elizabeth
returned his stare levelly, and then stunned him. His
unconscious body disappeared a moment later.
Elizabeth stared for a moment longer at where he had laid then
shook herself, “Ok we now know that we are facing three other
units. Unfortunately for them, they no longer have the ability
to mask themselves. Fortunately for us, we now know exactly
where they are and what they are doing.”
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Chapter 29 – Stardate 52919.95 (Dec 1, 2375 04:33pm)
B’Elanna walked through the open door to the community room
along with Sabrina and Linda. Still feeling wound up from the
unit’s victory, she looked around for Seven, eager to tell the
blonde about the mission. She kept reminding herself that she
didn’t want to brag, and wasn’t going to brag. She just wanted
Seven to know what she had accomplished today that she had
helped keep everyone safe, that she had kept Seven safe.
Seven was sitting at a table with Carmen, Patricia, Karen and
Janice. Carmen and Patricia were holding the unit’s two newest
arrivals, Rachael and Anna, who despite their early arrival the
month before, were both thriving, while Janice was holding
Karen’s youngest. Seven was listening closely to something
Patricia was saying until she caught sight of B’Elanna. A smile
formed on her face and she focused her attention on the
half-Klingon as B’Elanna strode quickly across the room.
B’Elanna nodded to the other women at the table, but her eyes
were focused on Seven admiring how the blonde looked in the
royal blue shirt and white pants she was wearing. Leaning down
she meant to give Seven a quick kiss, but feeling the soft full
lips under hers, and scenting her lover’s distinctive fragrance,
she found herself deepening the kiss while growling softly.
When they parted B’Elanna wasn’t really aware of the surprised
looks she was getting from the other women, she was only aware
of Seven’s darkening blue eyes as they met hers. The blonde
inhaled sharply, as her eyes searched B’Elanna’s brown ones, “We
were informed of your success.” she stated, after a seconds
pause.
B’Elanna flushed slightly with both pleasure and a touch of
embarrassment as she became aware of the other women at the
table looking at them curiously.
Before she could say anything Seven stood, “Thank you for the
information,” she said to the women. She turned back to the
half-Klingon “I would like to return to our quarters B’Elanna.”
B’Elanna nodded slightly confused, but more than willing to go
along with Seven. The kiss had aroused her, and certain parts of
her body were definitely eager at the thought of getting behind
closed doors. She completely missed the signs of mirth and
amusement on the other women’s faces as the two of them left.
As soon as they entered their quarters Seven asked, “Are you
experiencing bloodlust B’Elanna?”
B’Elanna paused, her hand on Seven’s arm, she had been about to
pull the blonde into an embrace but the question stopped her
cold. Staring at the blonde and thinking about her on actions
and reactions, she dropped her hand and took a step backwards.
“Oh, Seven I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize,” she started
apologizing.
Seven raised a metallic brow at her, “Why are you apologizing? I
merely wished to know if I was correct. You are part Klingon
B’Elanna, there is no reason for you to apologize. You have just
succeeded in battle, it is natural for you to react in this
manner.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” stammered out B’Elanna staring down at
the blonde.
“No,” replied Seven amused, “B’Elanna you are aroused and
excited, I am in no way bothered by either reaction.” The smile
faded, replaced by a more intent look, “I wish for us to make
love now.” The blonde stepped up against the half-Klingon and
pulled her head down, and began nipping and kissing her lips.
Seven pulled back long enough to stare into B’Elanna’s brown
eyes. She said in a low voice, “Make my blood boil for you,” and
then bit the half-Klingon’s cheek lightly.
B’Elanna groaned in desire, both at the words and action. “Hold
on to my shoulders,” she growled. When Seven obeyed she grasped
the blonds’ hips and lifted her, “legs around my waist.”
Seven moaned B’Elanna’s name in longing as she wrapped her legs
around the half-Klingon’s waist, responding to the intimate
contact.
Her hands supporting the blondes’ weight, B’Elanna strode
through the room to their bedroom, intent on following her
lover’s order.
Without letting go of her precious cargo, B’Elanna lowered them
both to the bed’s surface, following Seven down to rest
partially on top of her. She kissed her hungrily for a few more
minutes before pulling away, “Clothes,” she groaned out as Seven
took the opportunity to kiss and bite at her jawline.
With a protesting moan the blonde pulled back and began
stripping off her clothes, pieces landing in various places
about the room. B’Elanna was no slower to strip off her own
uniform. When they embraced once again, both groaned in
appreciation at the feel of bare skin on bare skin.
Seizing both of Seven’s hands she lifted them above the blondes
head and held them there with one hand. Looking down at her
lover she admired how the position lifted the full breasts into
prominence. Meeting darkened blue eyes she growled, “Don’t move
your arms, I want you to concentrate on what I’m doing to you.”
A shiver ran through the blonde’s body at these words, and she
inhaled sharply, “I will not move them,” Seven agreed.
B’Elanna felt a rush of fierce satisfaction, even thought it was
hardly the first time she had pinned Seven’s arms in such a
manner during their lovemaking, this was the first time they had
started in such a manner. Possessively, she raked her eyes down
the long, lean body of her love, noting that Seven’s had twisted
her body in passionate movement, B’Elanna ran her hands down the
blondes legs straightening them. In the process she couldn’t
help but smell and see the evidence of her arousal, the blonde
curls were already glistening.
Seven inhaled sharply as B’Elanna bent down; stopping only a few
inches from the blonde curls. B’Elanna breathed in deeply,
savoring the smell of her lover’s arousal. “I see you don’t mind
my bloodlust do you,” she asked rhetorically.
“No,” Seven whispered, her eyes almost black, only a ring of
blue remained as she stared at B’Elanna so intimately close.
B’Elanna lowered her head and delicately tasted one damp curl,
being careful not to come into contact with the flesh under
them. “Mmm,” she commented in appreciation, ignoring the whimper
Seven made. The half-Klingon’s eyes lit on the delicate hollow
between Seven’s hips and stomach, moving upward she began gently
kissing, nibbling and nuzzling the soft flesh.
The blonde twitched and shifted restlessly, causing B’Elanna to
grasp her hips in both hands to still her. After a few seconds
of this she growled against the pale, soft flesh, Seven tensed
and gasped in response. B’Elanna shifted again, this time to the
muscle of the thigh just above the implant in Seven’s leg. With
deliberate pressure she seized the flesh between her teeth, bit
down lightly and began sucking against the skin, intent on
leaving a mark. Her fingers began caressing the smooth rounded
metal just below her lips, knowing how sensitive it was.
Seven cried out and her hips bucked slightly at the combination
of the two sensations. B’Elanna released the flesh between her
teeth and looked down at the reddened mark with satisfaction,
her gaze shifted and she meet Seven’s eyes. “So,” she murmured,
lowered her head and nipped gently at the flesh of the blond’s
upper thigh. “I can smell that you are aroused,” she nipped
again, now very close to the source of said smell. Lifting up
she asked, “The questions is though, is your blood boiling for
me.”
Seven met her eyes but did not answer. “I didn’t think so, not
just yet,” B’Elanna smiled slowly. Stalking back up the blonde’s
body, she used her knee to nudge Seven’s thighs apart. Slowly,
deliberately, she placed her hands on either side of the
blonde’s shoulders, and supported her weight solely on her hands
and feet. She tightened the muscles in her arms and shoulders,
throwing the results of several months of hard exercise into
sharp prominence, and moved her feet so that her legs were now
between the blonde’s.
Seven’s lips curled into a slight smile, and B’Elanna watched as
the blonde’s eyes wandered appreciatively over her figure.
B’Elanna waited, holding her weight aloft easily, and enjoying
her own inspection of Seven’s attributes, ones she fully
intended to savor at length in the near future. Their eyes met,
stared, burned into one another, B’Elanna did not move, allowing
the moment to stretch out between them, the desire for skin on
skin to build to a sharp edge of anticipation.
There was a slight sea change in the currents between them.
Seven’s nostrils flared, her chin lifted, her eyes took on
something of the challenging arrogance of old. B’Elanna
confidently smirked in reply, accepting the silently proposed
contest. The two of them stared into each others eyes almost
able to feel the swirling, changing, balance of sensual power
between them. It had become a game, a ball they lazily passed
between them, as they waited to see who would be the first to
make a move, or would B’Elanna’s strength wane, that outcome
would be a point in Seven’s favor, but not one either of them
really desired.
The feel of Seven’s feet trailing slowly up her calves, over the
backs of her knees, and up her thigh’s, caused B’Elanna’s eyes
to close for a moment, concentrating on the feel of skin gliding
over skin. Her brown eyes snapped open once Seven’s feet reached
their destination, the heels resting against her ass, slim
calves pressed against her back, and slender, muscular thighs on
either side of her torso.
They stared once again at each other, flippantly though
B’Elanna’s mind the thought ran, ‘I don’t know about her blood,
but mines definitely starting to boil.’ “Kahless, but your
beautiful,” B’Elanna whispered. Arms stretched above her head,
hair spread out against the bedspread, eyes dilated with desire,
breathing deeply though her partially open mouth, her breasts
raised in prominent relief, and the knowledge of how intimately
open the blond was right now with her legs wrapped around the
half-Klingon’s body, all combined into a package that was
definitely driving B’Elanna’s passion to a fever pitch.
The delicate balance of desire they had been maintaining
teetered between them, sliding first this way and then back,
like the quivers racing through B’Elanna’s muscles. With a cry
of pleasure, B’Elanna rocked forward, bringing their centers
together intimately, as she possessed Seven’s lips in a deep
passionate kiss. Seven’s legs locked around her hips, grinding
them against one another, and the blonde moaned into the half-Klingon’s
mouth.
B’Elanna reveled in the slick feel of Seven’s center, as they
rocked against one another, the blonde’s arousal having
generated copious amounts of lubrication that completely soaked
through the half-Klingon’s curls, allowing her to feel the
wetness against her own skin.
She had intended to feast on the soft breasts pressed against
her, she had intended to taste the wet, soft flesh she was
pressed so intimately against, she had intended to thrust her
fingers deep within Seven and feel the blonde as she came. But
as Seven growled in her ear, “My blood boils for you,” and
insinuated one slender hand between them to open B’Elanna’s
flesh against her own, all of those intentions disappeared.
There was only the feel of her own soft, slick, almost painfully
sensitive flesh sliding, rubbing against Seven’s. The feel of
Seven’s heels digging into her ass as the blonde arched into her
thrusts forcefully, keeping them pressed against one another.
Then Seven’s fingers dug into the muscles of her shoulders, her
legs tightened grinding them together, and the blonde arched
against her and cried out loudly as she climaxed. The feel of
Seven’s sex clenching rhythmically against her as she rocked
against the blonde was more than enough to send B’Elanna into
her own orgasm.
Panting, still shaking from the intensity of her climax,
B’Elanna managed to roll both of them over so Seven was on top
of her. The half-Klingon rested peacefully, luxuriating in the
feel of the blonde snuggled against her, her hand running up and
down Seven’s back. The room was quiet except for the sound of
their breathing as they recovered.
A loud growl broke the silence. B’Elanna shifted slightly in
embarrassment, it had been her stomach, and it was making her
aware that now that certain needs had been met, there were other
ones awaiting her attention.
Seven lifted her head and looked at her, smirking, “I gather
that now that one appetite has been satisfied you have another
one?”
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Chapter 30 – Stardate 52916.47 (Dec 1, 2375 12:18pm - Location:
Ilanar Law Enforcement Interdictor Starship)
The bridge of the ship was circular; insectoid aliens, strongly
resembling in their body structure the praying mantis of Earth,
manned various stations around its edge. The resemblance to the
praying mantis was only in their form, for they were a very old
and advanced civilization. They were silicon instead of carbon
based life forms, and their exoskeletons glittered in the light,
making them look like living sculptures of crystal. One larger
alien stood still in the center observing the activity going on
around him.
“Inspector Orayh,” the tense voice of the communications
specialist Payh caught the Ilanar officer’s attention. “Sir, I
believe you should hear this conversation I picked up from the
probe following the human unit.”
Without asking further permission the younger male handed his
superior his headset, obviously agitated.
The Inspector was not pleased, but he took the headset never the
less and listened, curious as to what had the younger male so
upset. Twenty seconds later the sound of his primary legs
thumping the deck plating in anger was heard, startling all the
technicians. Rearing up he ordered, “All ships and operatives
pull back immediately to covert surveillance distance. We have a
hostage situation with one of the units.”
He paced slowly around the bridge for a moment, then stopped,
apparently coming to a decision, “Communications Specialist
Wruayh contact headquarters, we don’t have the people or ships
we need to handle this situation.”
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Chapter 31 – Stardate 52916.75 (Dec 1, 2375 2:45pm - Location:
Ilanar Law Enforcement Interdictor Starship)
“Senior Inspector Cryayh,” Inspector Orayh greeted the elder
Ilanar with relief.
“Inspector Orayh,” the Senior Inspector replied, “May I hear
this communication you intercepted.”
“Of course, Sir, right over here,” the Inspector led him to the
communications specialist’s console.
The Senior Inspector rubbed his forelegs together in agitation
after listening to the recorded conversation. “Mahaea! I knew
Kryayh had no respect for our laws, but to force mothers to
fight to protect their children.” His primary legs thumped the
deck angrily, and then he went silent for a moment. “We have
located Kryayh’s ship and have Praha class Interdictors in place
to track him. Once we have the location where these humans are
being held we will set up surveillance until we have an
understanding of the situation. Then we will move in and free
them. We will coordinate the arrests of all those involved in
these ‘games’ to take place at the same time.” He paused, “We
are certain that none of the other participants in these games
have hostages?”
“Yes, the humans were the only ones that we were lacking
information about their location, origin, and motivation. We are
certain that the other groups have been paid in goods and
technologies for their participation.” Inspector Orayh answered.
“Illegal goods and technologies, non-sanctioned contact with
such less advanced races is strictly forbidden.” Senior
Inspector Cryayh corrected.
Inspector Orayh lifted his forelegs in silent agreement.
“Well, I’d say we now know why Kryayh and the others were
operating so far away from Ilanar space” commented the Senior
Inspector.
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Chapter 32 – Stardate 52917.3 (Dec 1, 2375 6:41pm - Location:
Ilanar Law Enforcement Interdictor Starship)
“Mahaea! Mahaea!” Senior Inspector Cryayh cried out in dismay,
“Are you absolutely certain of this information?”
The four communications specialists all glanced at one another
and then indicated their agreement, their crystalline
exoskeletons paled to a dull whitish-grey, showing their extreme
distress over the information they had uncovered.
The Senior Inspector was silent for awhile, “I want plans on how
to disable the ability to activate these nerve inducers. There
can be no mistakes, take whatever time you need to come up with
a solution you are absolutely certain will work.” He ordered.
Ninety minutes later they returned.
“You are certain this will work?” the Senior Inspector asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Communications Specialist Wruayh assured him,
“Everything is set up to prevent the hostages from being able to
disable the systems. Otherwise there are only standard security
precautions, nothing we can’t infiltrate and shut down. In
addition we will coordinate transporters to beam out all the
technology required to activate the chips. Even if we miss
something, the equipment will be held in the transporter buffers
where it won’t be able to activate anything.”
“We’re certain there are no fail safes?” the Senior Inspector
asked.
“We’ve checked, double checked and then checked again. Their
inert until activated by an outside signal.” Wruayh assured him.
The Senior Inspector ordered, “Very well, we act in four hours,
all the human’s should be sleeping by then. It will be safer if
they are unaware of what’s occurring until we have the compound
secure. I’ve contacted Headquarters, as soon as the compound is
secure and the arrests are made they will be sending out a
Diplomat and medical teams to assist the humans.”
The Senior Inspector was now almost the same whitish-grey color
as the technicians, “Mahaea, I would not have believed even
Kryayh was capable of this… barbarity had I not seen the
evidence with my own eyes, he shames all of us.”
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