Tyran Strausser stood over the engineers shoulder as he scanned, corrected, and scanned more computer code. Samantha Hunt stood over Tyran's shoulder, her hands folded behind her back.
"Well?" she asked
Tyran, aggravated at Hunt's hovering snapped back. "He's working it. There is only a few billion lines of code to sort thru you know."
"Commodore Viceroy said he is the best...in the whole damn colony."
"I am" the engineer said. "And this is going to take a little more time."
Hunt stormed over to the command chair. "Well. We're running out of time. We need the AI fixed....yesterday."
"There is a small ship approaching. Going to yellow alert, weapons systems up. Shields up." the Wrath of Achilles called out.
"Over ride!" Hunt ordered. She had received the communiqu from Branson only hours ago. Didn't she know the problems they were having, she muttered to herself.
The Yellow alert canceled, without protest from the AI.
"Get Dr. Blue to the transporter room. On the double!" Hunt ordered. "I want this transfer complete as quickly as possible"
Dr. Delilah Blue was at a full run thru the nearly empty corridors, racing for Transporter room 2. Only having received her instructions minutes ago she had no idea who this 'Marcus Dinn' was or why in heavens he needed a babysitter.
****
Marcus brought his craft up behind the giant Star Ship, Alarmed that its weapons had gone hot for just a moment.
"Prometheus. This is Dinn. Request permission to approach."
"Mr. Dinn. We Copy. Please maintain a distance of 2 clicks. We'll be transporting Dr. Bleu over to you in a moment."
"Really? I was hoping for a brief visit. Maybe a little tour. You don't get a chance to see this class vessel very often."
"Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Dinn." Commander Hunt cut in. "We're a little busy for school tour today. Please stand by."
Marcus close the com. "Not very friendly lot. Are they?"
In a moment he could hear the whine of a transporter beam behind him. And as the shimmering haze dissipated there stood the most attractive Andorian woman he had ever seen.
"So what the hell is this all about?" she barked at him.
"I've been something of a bad boy it seems. Please won't you have a seat?" he said, pointing to the co-pilot chair.
She dropped a bag to the deck and took the offered seat looking around.
"This is a Bajoran Marque fighter."
"You know your ships." Marcus changed heading and engage the Warp drive.
The starts turned to streaks. "But Marque fighters are not equipped with warp drive."
"Well, this one is." He looked over her, beginning to feel comfortable for the first time in a very long time. " Warp core takes up most of the stern, the nacelles are embedded in the wings."
"Humm...." she pulled a medical tricorder from her belt and started scanning Marcus.
"I was told you have some injuries."
"Yea. Well..falling out of 20 story window will do that to you."
She studied the readings and looked up at Marcus in astonishment. "You're.....part Andorian."
Marcus nodded. "that would be why I try to avoid hospitals. Lots of questions. Not really much Andorian....not anymore."
"Not anymore? What does that mean?"
"It means Dr. Blue, we have lots to talk about on our way to SB157."
She looked at him for a long moment. "And what is at SB157."
Marcus got up having set the controls. "A few bread crumbs I hope. Tea?"
Marcus Dinn
Owner of RICKS and Oz
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
Samantha Hunt
Commanding Officer
USS Prometheus
Tyran Strausser
Executive Officer
USS Prometheus
Lieutenant Commander Dr. Delilah Blue
Medical Officer, USS Prometheus
