Fanfiction: Starship Elyssa MS AU Part 2

Oct 02, 2009 16:18


Part 2!


“This visit from Starfleet is highly unexpected. Especially in a form we normally do not tolerate.”

As Roads descended from the beaming pad, toward the poised and more groomed of the Klingon command, she began absorbing the leading man’s words. He means because I’m the fairer sex? Or because I’m simply a Captain, not an admiral? I’m going to let this one slide.

Roads cleared her throat as she retained eye contact as foot after foot made an awful hollow sound as she crossed the clearing. Not many of her kind had stepped through here and not been attacked. Behind her she felt the half-Orion close behind her, and she also felt the intensity of her hazel eyes travel from the back of her head to the eyes of the Klingons before them.

“I understand the circumstances are unusual, but the situation is unusual in itself,” explained the Captain in front of the Klingons. He gestured or her to walk with him toward a place for an appropriate meeting.

“You must be aware then that the treaty only allows a peaceful meeting when peaceful circumstances are at play,” stated the robust Klingon as the walked. “You, as your humans would say, came in ‘guns-ablazing.’”

Roads was quick to reply.

“I differ. We came with a speed that the situation required. Only when we were attacked, did ‘guns go ablaze.’”

“For what cause did the speed require? You have yet to explain,” the Klingon almost growled. Roads changed her tone to keep the conversation from getting loud as they entered the council room. The stone was high and strong, reflecting the undeniable traits of the ancestry that built it. The carved, hard metal chairs were pulled out for their seating.

“Ambassador Hailif,” spoke the Captain slowly as she sat down in the cold chair. “There has been a terrible accident.”

Hailif raised a brow as he seated himself next to his assistant. He would‘ve looked worried if his posture didn‘t imply complete confidence and control.

“I do not approve the beginning of this exchange. When humans mean accidents, they generally mean things that have gone wrong which were actually the fault of someone in the party,” he explained. Roads chose to ignore this, however correct it was.

“I can’t explain how, but three members of my crew have gone missing,” explained the young Captain with her dark locks hanging over the serious looks in her eyes. “We believe they are somewhere in the capitol.”

“Of the empire?! How could a ship sneak past our defenses?!” demanded Halif’s assistant, speaking out of turn.

“Quiet, Torrid!” snapped Hailif. He turned to Roads as he folded his hands over the table. “Captain Roads, the accusation you are about to make, could be the last words of this alliance.”

His threat hit pretty deep, and Roads swallowed as she felt Blair’s hand twitch next to her phaser. Roads raised her hand defensively.

“I am not accusing anything. Are you familiar with the Battle of Narada?”

“The Death of Vulcan and the attack on Earth? Who isn’t?” he demanded, still on edge.

“The only way they were able to get on board of the Narada without a proper receiving pad, was due to a formular recently discovered by the Engineer Montgomery Scott. We recently discovered one of our bases as gone missing. During an attempt to find the whereabouts, we have, without intention, beamed three members across half a galaxy.”

The Klingon blinked at her and turned his head.

“Starfleet may now posses technology which can beam people across such lengths?”

“Without any concern for safety, unfortunately. The coordinates were random and landed here, though I’m not sure where, exactly,” Roads cleared her throat. “They could be in a room, in a closet, hell they could’ve been beamed into an oven. They could already be dead.”

Hailif nodded slowly.

“I am not aware that we have discovered intruders. I will ask security and personel.”

“Thank you, Ambassador Hailif.”

“Pray, we don’t. For if we do, we may have to break treaty with Starfleet. Or make arrangement for claim to some of this formula.”

Roads bit her tongue.

“Of course. I understand.”

“Until then. I must ask you to wait here,” said Ambassador Hailif as he stood up with his assistant. “Until I have returned, you are not allowed to leave this room. Forgive me, but the exits must remained locked. It is not for your fear, only for your safety.”

As soon as the door shut behind him, Roads turned to Blair who immediately began talking.

“Hailif’s assistant is hiding something, possibly from his Ambassador. I recommend we search on our own.”

_+_+_

Chained to the floor. What’s a girl to do.

Chief Medical Officer Shannon Leonard looked up to see a wired light coming through. The shadows of the bars made a grid design on the floor, outlining her kneeled figure. She didn’t bother tugging at the chains. She knew it was useless. She did both however looking up when light outlined a tall figure in the doorway. It shut in an instant, and the sounds of a person coming forward could not send a chill up her spine. Leonard was beyond fright now. After having faced med school, plus internship, plus Starfleet surgical protocol, nothing was frightening anymore.

There was no question. Leonard was expecting a question, not a kick to the stomach.

“UGHF!” The small woman in the brunette bob lied on her side curling from what she was already analyzing could be a broken rib. If this was going to be a good cop/bad cop thing, then she had found the bad cop.

“You must be the bad cop,” she let her thoughts come to the surface first. The face of her interrogator came into the light. The ridges in his forehead, his rough demeanor, an his ripple curly long hair implied that he was of Klingon origin. Beyond his species, Leonard could not identify much more. She had to ask. “Where are we?”

The rough hand grabbed her by the front of her shirt, lifting her off the ground as she glared at her.

“How did you get here?” he asked. Leonard didn’t answer the question.

“This must beyond Klingon borders. But where is here?”

Leonard probably should’ve seen that backhand coming. She looked up at him even though her glasses were clean across the floor. She wiped the blood on her lips on her shoulder.

“Break the organs that talk. Good way to get answers,” she said sarcastically.

“Starfleet is famous for its fast talkers. Its quick thinkers,” began the rough voice from the Klingon interrogator. He came back over to her and grabbed her shackles. He took one of her hands and squeezed, causing CMO Leonard’s heartbeat to run a bit faster.

“Think quicker. Talk faster. How did you get here?”

CMO Leonard continued to glare at him without an answer.

“Your hands are important appendages to your profession, yes? Answer.” And he held one of her fingers between his thumb and forefinger and began to pull backwards. The pain made Leonard close her eyes and breath heavily. Finally, there was a loud crack. She choked one little sound as her pink became a frail, limp shape. She opened her eyes and her eyes stared at him coldly.

The Klingon let go of her shackles, let go of her hand, and let Leonard hold them back to her chest. He gave swift punch to her face, which Leonard saw coming. She blocked it with her forearm but the force of it caused her to hit the floor anyway with a loud thud.

“You’re not leaving this place. Eventually you’ll have to speak before the organ you use becomes useless,” stated the rough voice as he got up and started walking away. “Then you will become useless to us.”

The slam of the door was a signature to her death certificate. Oh well. Leonard knew it was coming sooner or later. However, she kind of hoped it would delay itself a little more. She didn’t bother mourning the broken pinky. There was no point when so much else would be in the same state.

_+_+_

“How do you suggest we beam me aboard?” asked the younger officer to the older Chief Engineer, Lauren Texiera. She couldn’t help but sneak a smile onto her face. She began pulling on an earpeice that connected to pull a red lense over her left eye.

“Before we beamed back on board, I got a sneak peak of the formula. I can beam you there without any need for a receiving pad,” she explained. He raised his eyebrows, honestly impressed but unable to facially express the emotion.

“Interesting. You were able to collect the useful information so quickly.”

“The best way to solve a problem is figure out how it happened,” stated Texiera. “I simply memorized the formula for future references. However it is still untested. We run the same risk as the starbase. A loss of location.”

The young man nodded without emotions.

“I accept the risk.”

“You’ll have to.” Texiera looked up at him. “Otherwise they’re fucking screwed.”

Familiar chirping.

“That’s the signal. Get on the pad.”

_+_+_+

Ughn.

K’hait’lin Cannito was pained something tremendous in her head. She felt a weight all over her body as she attempted to rise. For some reason, everything moved slower. She limply opened her eyes and studied her clothes. Oh. That could be why.

The communications officer was dressed head to toe in black cloth and rustic, rough armor. It curved around her breasts and slid down to her waist where the armor reached a belt. She was wearing dark tights, intensely warm and very textured with severely dangerous boots.

“The hell?” she choked out. Her eyes drifted over a pair of feet that led up to a muscular, shielded frame, to a strong, and prominently ridged head.

“Hello,” was all he could get out before Cannito quickly grabbed his sword and sliced him across the chest. It barely made a scratch in his armor.

Soon she was on her feet. She turned back around with another cut, this time to an opening in his armor, the shoulder, which caused him to stumble back into the wall. Cannito was poised again for another attack in traditional fencing style and staring him down. He reached for his weapon, but as soon as his hand went for the curved tool. She knocked it out of his hand, ducked under his arm and was out the door. She quickly swiped a camera on her way out which caused the prison bay to go under lock down, immediately shutting and locking the door behind her. She could hear the klingon roaring, but it didn’t matter. She looked to her left and turned toward the right, right into another Klingon.

“You are obviously a Starfleet prisoner,” observed the new Klingon. She was ready to strike again, but he held up a simple phaser that stopped her.

“Come with me.”

The Klingon escorted her down the hallway that was flashing red as the pained roaring of the Klingon trapped was drowned out by the sirens.

Now Cannito had found herself in a new situation, with a glass of blood wine in one hand while sitting on the firm but comfortable furniture located in one of the Klingon’s finest General’s office.

The General was tall and brooding man, with unique and impressionable ridges in his forehead, combined with his olive skin and dark black eyes. He was dressed in comfortable, flattering clothes, no doubt a prestigious ceremonial uniform. He turned to her after fixing himself a long glass and seated himself next to her on a less comfortable seat. He crossed one of his heavy legs over the other, still wearing those monstrous, severe boots, similar to what Cannito was wiggling her toes in. Too nervous to really sit patiently any longer, she immediately demanded the answer in their fluent tongue.

“Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my friends?” she asked through clenched teeth. The Klingon General looked at her curiously.

“You speak well,” commented the Klingon in the shared tongue.

“You are currently located in my office, located in the Klingon Capitol, deep in the heart of our beloved empire,” he explained slowly. “You are also in among my company, General Quark. But what are you doing here? Hopefully, we’ll figure that out soon enough.”

Cannito studied his face then glanced around, observing his testimony.

“I have no clue what I’m doing here,” she replied hastily.

“Surely you must know how you got here,” he retorted. Cannito remained blank.

“I have no idea how I came about here.”

“Then how did a Klingon woman as yourself become a Federation lackey?” he asked in response. Cannito sneered.

“I am not a lackey.”

“We found you, squeezed in a closet in the high council chamber like a skeleton secret, dressed in that horrendous uniform of the Starfleet females. We apprehended you, put you in appropriate attire for a Klingon woman, and brought you here.”

“I admit, it is a short uniform, but it is certainly not horrendous-”

“Your ridges are subtle, like ripples. Your mother must be Klingon, and your father… Cannito. That is a human name,” he said with some contempt. Cannito’s hand squeezed around the glass. Thoughts of having to pick broken glass out of the palm of her hand kept her from crushing it, but only just barely.

“My mother was Klingon. My father was an Italian human. Together they produced me,” she stated. “And one other.”

“So there’s more of you-”

“WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!” she finally screamed at that top of her lungs.

“There.” The Klingon pointed at her.

“That is what makes you a Klingon.”

Cannito’s harsh expression descended, her anger slipped and slipped and she went from being sharp on her feet to back on the couch in moments.

“What holds you to Starfleet? An organization that prides itself on meddling in affairs it needn’t be sticking its tentacles in? A federation that is biased, unnecessary, and weak. It is a gnat in the universe. However we,” he began as he moved closer to her on the couch. She flinched, and he approached her like an animal. “We.” he reiterated.

“We are an Empire. We are your dominant side, we are the side that is honorable. We never find ourselves crammed into corners like discarded rags. We never back down. We do not surrender. You will never have to feel disgrace among us, like you do among the humans.”

The communications officer twitched, but her wall did not go down. His proximity, the wine, the clothing, the irritation, all of it was causing something to churn inside her.

“Is this a formal invitation to join your ranks?” she asked.

“It is.”

Cannito stared at him without so much of a feeling. Then something inside her cracked.

“Where are the others?” she said quietly as if she already knew the circumstances of their situations. General Quark did not answer right away, which only increased her panic. “Tell me. Where are the others?”

“They were Starfleet soldiers. They were dealt with as procedure.”

Cannito stood up suddenly.

“Show me to them.”

They were out the door the next minute when another Klingon dressed in calmer robes, accompanied by a younger Klingon male stopped him. Cannito wanted to be a part of the conversation but the General pulled the other Klingon aside to keep the conversation from her ears.

_+_+_+_

“General Quark.”

“Ambassador Hailif.”

The two regarded each other with a pretend Klingon affection.

“May I speak to you for a moment?” asked Ambassador Hailif. The General gave a nod, and he talked to them at a farther distance from the Klingon female behind him.

“A mate?” asked Hailif.

“A child,” sneered Quark. His annoyed looked was equally returned.

“Starfleet is here. Looking for misplaced crew members. Have you any reports of unusual intruders in the palace?” asked Hailif, with all seriousness.

“Still sucking up to the federation, I see,” retorted Quark. Hailif glared at him. Quark replied, slightly avoiding his gaze.

“No, we have no records of unusual activity in the past 24 hours,” reported Quark.

The information neither relieved Hailif or worried him. He nodded simply.

“You may carry on now.”

When Hailif turned his back, the younger Klingon gave the General a knowing look. He returned it, and the younger one followed the Ambassador. General Quark did not justify how many reasons and ways he could kill this man, no matter how often he thought about it. He continued to escort Miss Cannito.

_+_+_

Texiera was right, a loss of location was evident. Officer Eliot Watson was supposed to be beamed into the shuttle bay. Instead, he was beamed into what appeared to be the kitchen closet.

Eli made an awful crashing sound when he landed amongst the brooms and sticks. He knew soon someone would come to investigate. Fortunately, no one did. He assumed it was because the kitchen was already in so much motion. He could hear sounds of yelling and clattering. Smells of appetizing cuisine and unappealing appetizers. Eli carefully stood up and regained control of the situation. He opened the door slowly, one eye out. He could see everyone’s back was turned.

Within moments, he was out of the closet, crouched and sneaking behind every corner and hallway door. He didn’t know the layout, but he could take a good guess. He wondered how he was going to find his sister in this huge place. Then he remembered.

Eli found the first janitorial robot he could find. Each one, whether Klingon or not, was built with an internal design of the building it was assigned to and a tracking of where every bathroom was. He knew that if the Captain and her First Officcer were anywhere they’d be in the high council room which would be equipped with most thorough-

There they are.

After that, finding them was easy.

Eli quickly found the council room, ducked out from being spotted, then typed in a series of codes to let himself in. When the doors swung open, he was at first accosted with a phaser between his eyes.

“Oh good, it’s you. Let’s go!” Roads urged, putting down her phaser. “Also, take forever, much.”

“I apologize if my alecrity was not up to your standards even though I was only able to make it here through an incredulous discover in technology from an alternate reality,” retorted Eli as the three of them snuck out the doors and slid out of sight.

“Yeah, you vulcan wannabe,” grouched Roads as she raised the phaser to her left, and peeked around the corner. She looked at both of them to claim it was clear, but as soon as they entered the hallways, guns were firing.

Lazers blazing past their heads, they ducked, and Blair and Roads fired back. Eli managed to dodge the beams and when he came into close contact, knocked them down with speed and strength.

Sirens were going off. Lights were flashing, and a flood of Klingons emptied into the hall.

They managed to duck into the nearest hallway and jammed the lock to shut the doors immediately.

_+_+_

The door slid open and it illuminated some of the wounds CMO Leonard had received in the dark. Two broken fingers, a bruise around her mouth and a strong trickle of blood from her forehead. Not good, but not too bad either.

“Leave me alone with her.”

The sounds of scuffling.

“Not for long.”

The door shut again, and frantic steps moved toward her in the dark, and a small but heavy body fell on her, wrapping its heavy but thin arms around her shoulders. The figure leaned up, Leonard got a good luck of her face.

“Caaat?” she asked, startled. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“We need to get you medical attention. Did they take your hypo away?”

Leonard said, “Yes” but motioned to her back. Cannito reached around and smiled as her fingers wrapped around the thin instrument tucked under her bra.

“I’ll see to it then you get it back,“” she said with all seriousness. She then stood up, and as she pretended to leave, she made a move she didn‘t think would work at first. She had to quickly reach farther than her height, then hit that delicate space where the guard’s chin ended and his armor around his neck began. So in three seconds, when the guard fell to the ground quickly, Cannito was both surprised and elated she could hit her target. She quickly took his weapon and aimed it at Leonard’s shackles. When the broke in half, Leonard gave a huge audible sigh of relief!

“Oh thank god, I didn’t want to lose anymore fingers,” lamented Leonard as she rubbed her wrists, but Cannito was already lifting her up onto her feet by the shoulders. “So why are you dressed that way?”

“I don’t really know why they thought changing my clothes would make me switch sides,” Cannito eluded to something Leonard was pretty sure she should be informed of fully, later. Right now, they were focused on finding their missing member.

“If you’re here, Konei must not be far.”

_+_+_

Sirens were going off, and as men were rushing past the General, he turned around to stop a soldier.

“What in the blazes is going on?!” he demanded.

“Starfleet prisoners were seen escaping!” explained a soldier. The General was flabbergasted.

“What?!” he demanded, but let the soldier go. He immediately rushed down the hallway, following them.

_+_+_

“You didn‘t bring a PHASER?!” whispered Roads harshly at the taller man of their group as soon as the door closed.

“It was unnecessary,” he replied calmly.

“No time for that, let’s go,” Blair ushered.

“Any idea where to look?” asked Roads.i

“I discovered that two areas that lacked bathrooms in the south part of the basement,” explained Eli. “These will more than likely be the prison area of this palace.”

“Good job. Let’s go.”

As they neared an elevator, Eli slipped his hand over the left shoulder an forcefully pinched the Klingon to succumb to his will. The Klingon fell with an exhale.

As the doors closed on the two women and the young man, Roads turned to the only male, and said, “Don’t think I’ve cooled off from the whole anti-phaser thing, cause I’m this close to shooting you.”

_+_+_

The Ambassador was equally as confused when the sirens were blazing. He immediately looked toward Torrid, for some kind of answer as soldiers were passing them. Hailif stopped one of them.

“Where the emergency?” he demanded.

“The Starfleet prisoners have escaped,” explained the soldier with a pause before carrying on.

“They are not our prisoners, they’re…” Hailif couldn’t finish that sentence when he knew there was more to that statement. He turned to Torrid who could not hide his stress. Hailif’s suspicions were confirmed.

“Where are Captain Watson’s crew members?”

_+_+_

When the doors opened again, the three of them were on another floor, Eli leading the way, with the two women who had his back with a viligiant eye and phaser in their hand set on stun. As Klingon approached them, it was as if he was already of aware of every move. He ducked when the blade swung, immediately knocked them down with a swift pinch to their nerves. He turned slightly when the phaser fired and quickly knocked the Klingon to the ground. The two women hit their targets, only barely, while mostly concerning themselves with taking care of Eli’s bare handed defense.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” cursed Roads.

“I found one,” claimed Eli, as he typed in the codes and the door to one of the cells slid open. Roads held her breath as she gazed into the dark room. In the center seemed to be with a figure lying in the middle, chained to the floor.

“Konei,” breathed Roads. “Eli, Blair, go get her, I’ll keep watch.”

Blair was way ahead of her as Roads turned her phaser to the outside and her back to her crew. Blair skidded to her knees into the blood, and carefully, lifted the small frame. Her hair was soaked in green blood and a large bruise covered her left eye. Her bottom lip was busted and her ribs seemed abused.

“Konei,” she demanded. Two eyes limply looked up at her.

“Commander.”

Blair bit back a smile and her excitement, which quickly changed to seriousness and concern. She looked up at Eli, and Eli scooped her into his arm as Blair cut the shackles with two shots from her phaser.

“Her medical condition is critical, we need to get her back to the ship as soon as possible.”

“Affirmative. Captain!”

Roads was already firing into the dissaray as they joined her. “This way!” She shouted. Konei eyes drifted over her face, as they moved into the elevator, Eli carrying her and the two women defending them. When the doors shut, through some rewiring, Konei barely spoke.

“Captain.”

Roads turned and a look of relief, joy, and loved flew over her face. Then the elevator stopped.

“Eli.”

Eli quickly and gently shifted Konei’s weight into Blair’s arms, who used part of the floor to hold up Konei, and went to reworking the elevators.

“They’ve cut us off. Two seconds,” Eli promised.

“Konei, where is Leonard?” asked Blair.

“Don’t… know…” admitted Konei as she swallowed.

The power was back on and the elevator was moving again with a jolt. Eli returned to carrying to Konei again, easily, and Blair and Roads charged their phasers. They had a few seconds.

“Keep phasers on stun.”

Roads took a deep breath and curled a finger around the trigger. The doors flew open

Instantly met with a Klingon woman who seemed to be hoisting a human female and holding a phaser directly in her face.

A long stare, then oddly enough, a response.

“Cannito?”

“Roads?”

The Captain wrapped an arm around the two girls and whirled around them, placing them behind her back and extending a long kick into the head of Klingon. The Klingon fell backwards but quickly regained his footing. He hit her square in the chest, and she flew backwards, but Blair’s aim was accurate, and she stunned the Klingon. Blair pointed and fired as she helped Roads up with her other arm.

“Back into the elevator, everyone.”

The elevator ride was a tight squeeze with two wounded, three girls, and the tall man, and the air intensified as the Captain gave Cannito a weird look.

“What’s with the get-up?”

Cannito returned this look with a glare.

“I didn’t ask you weird questions when you showed up in that-”

“Alright, alright, later then.”

The elevator opened again and they were met with Hailif’s stern face this time. Roads didn’t lower her phaser.

“Captain Watson,” he began.

“Ambassador Hailif.”

“I have a…” the Ambassador looked like he was struggling with the words, “an…apology to make.”

Roads faltered.

“Que?”

“I was not aware that General Quark was keeping his information scarce. I have to inform you that not only do we posses your crew members, which I see,” he started as he looked over at the new faces, “that you have already collected on your own even though I specifically asked you to stay inside those four walls.”

Roads couldn’t help but smirk a little.

“In fact, it appears we have 46 of the 128 of Starfleet members your are also missing that you failed to inform me of.”

Roads’s smirk fell into shock.

“What happened to the other 82?” asked Roads.

“A lack of oxygen in space is hazardous to human lungs,” he explained. “You also have yet to explain on how your crew members got here, or how an entire Starfleet base found its way in space.”

Roads mouth parted to say something, and she scrambled for words.

“But since the Empire is at fault for having treacherous players in its power, I see no reason why we should hold you back any longer. There is no need to discuss this matter further, is there?”

Roads had to smile.

“About how you and the empire were clueless as to who was really kidnapping my crew and torturing them incessantly to the point of destruction? And where Starfleet happened to obtain advanced technology to beam such people in such random places? No, I don’t think no one really needs to know.” Roads was serious. She’d hate it if this ever got back to Starfleet command. She would have to eventually report this, but she did not need differing opinions on how these beings got here

Hailif escorted them down the hallway to a proper beaming pad. He went behind the controls.

“I’ll beam you all first, then after an hour, we will send two shuttles with all 46 of the left over members of the Starfleet base.”

Roads nodded as she slid her shoes over the glass.

“Thank you, Ambassador Hailif.”

The Ambassador looked up at her.

“You are welcome.”

_+_+_

“So you never told me what was going on down there, with the Klingon uniform?” asked Roads. The women and their Captain were all cleaned up in the ship drifting pass the borders of the Klingon Emprie into simple space. Leonard was up to her metaphorical balls in patients, tending to all wounds, injuries, and illness from suffering in a Klingon prison bay. Konei was a fast healer even though her injuries were extensive. She would be in bed for the next nine days before resuming her duties. Roads was in the Captains chair, with Blair sitting in her seat not far, Cannito perched by communications and transmissions.

“Instead of torturing me, General…. Quack? Quark, I think, thought that he could convince me to join the Empire,” she explained. “I don’t know how, but they switched my clothes because they thought our uniforms were indecent. I’m assuming only mine was since both Konei and Leonard wear the boy uniform.”

Roads looked down at her bare legs in the short dress. “Indecent?” she asked. “And they tried to convince you? Where they very convincing?”

Cannito weighed the cons and pros in her head. “First of all, the uniform is not only indecent, it’s also downright degrading, but I’m assuming after centuries, we’re above the whole ‘sexy women in the office thing’-”

“-which we’re not-”

“But I like it,” admitted Cannito. “And second, they were…kind of.. Convincing.”

Roads looked at her, confused.

“Should I be worried about you?”

Other members of the crew finally turned to pay attention to their chatter. Cannito gave a confident smile.

“No, you shouldn’t be.”

Roads returned it with a goofy one. Then Eli walked in with a clipboard of reports to sign off. Roads immediately frowned.

“I should court martial you for not coming with a weapon,” threatened Roads as she snatched the pad away.

“On the contrary. You should commend me. If I had been caught or we had all been caught, the mission would not have been considered hostile. For I was defenseless when I snuck on board to retrieve you,” corrected Eli. Roads narrowed her eyes at him.

“Clever. You did manage to do well without one.”

“Thank you, sister.”

“But as punishment for your cleverness, no orange soda for you this week!”

“Captain, this is cruel.”

“Dismissed!”

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