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No sooner had T’tan left her office Christine ran from her office and headed for the Administration Building to face Nicole Branson,
She stormed thru the outer lobby, the secretary trying in vain to stop her. Nicole looked up from her work, not surprised by the intrusion.
“Christine. You should have called.”
“No time. I have a dead line. First. Commander T’tan just left me. Pleading that some kind of Klingon attack on New Terra is not sanctioned by the Empire. What the hell is going on?”
Nicole knew they were just not ready to go public yet. “No comment.”
“What the hell do you mean? No comment, is there an attack in progress or isn’t there?”
‘I mean no comment Christine. When I have something I’ll tell you.”
Christine stepped back, taking stock of her options. “Ok, on deep background.” She stood there tapping her fingers against her cross arms.
“On deep background. I’m worried. And that is all you are getting from me.”
“Alright then, next subject. I have sources telling me you hired Marcus Dinn to investigate that explosion on Governors Station. Those same sources say within hours of the explosion he was in your office, then flew out of here to the Station, was meet by Commander Coren and within hours after that he flew out again with a Station Security officer in tow.”
Nicole didn’t like being put in a corner and the reply of “No Comment” was automatic.
“No one has heard from him in days. Last intel I have he was investigating a link to Titan Industries.” the reporter said like she knew all the secrets already.
The lack of news was worrying her. Now the issue of a lost Vulcan harp seemed inconsequential in light of everything else. “Christine. Please… hold the story for another day. As a favor to me.”
In a huff Christine turned and started for the door. “24 hours. Then I publish. And By the way. T’tan has him. She as much as told me not an hour ago.” and with that she disappeared out of the office.
“Shit” Nicole muttered under her breath.
**
Marcus, Dia and Commander S’Rak slipped into the environmental suits worn by the perimeter guards and made their way to a patrol craft in the hanger bay. It was deep into the night and there was only a couple of mechanics on the floor pretending to be busy. They watched as the three suited figures boarded the first craft they came to, one even waived at them, which was an odd bit of familiarity.
“Wonder where their going?” one asked the other.
“Who cares? Probably slipping into town for a party.”
As soon as the hatch closed Marcus took the pilot seat. “Ok boys and girls, lets get the hell out of Dodge.” He lifted the craft off the floor and in seconds they were on their way. It was only a mile before an alarm went off on the console. “Patrol craft 3, you are not on an authorized mission, return to base at once.”
Dia took the butt of phase rifle and bashed the com unit. Sparks flying. “Well, we won’t be needing that, Will we?”
‘Nope.” Marcus answered, steering right into a canyon. Dia continued to disable any electronics the base could use to track them. They came out of the canyon into a long narrow valley and Marcus increased his speed.
“You think they know its us yet?”
“I’m sure they will shortly.” Marcus answered. Behind them S’Rak laughed hysterically “You know , this is the farthest I’ve been from the base in 3 years?”
“We’re going to be a lot farther in a few minutes.” Marcus said increasing his speed even more. He was hugging the ground, the interial dampers barely keeping up.
“OHHHHHH.” S’Rak screamed as the lifted and dived.
There was blast of green disruptor fire in front of them and Marcus shot to the left. “Yea, they know.” he grimaced.
Two chase vehicles were now in pursuit. It took all of his flying skills to dodge the rapid disruptor fire.
“Think you can do something about them?” Marcus asked Dia. She struggled to keep her footing in the tiny patrol craft, stepping over S’Rak to get to a rear gun mount. “Working it boss.” she said.
Behind him he heard her firing at their pursuers. There was a blast of light and the craft shook from the energy blast. “One down!” Dia called out.
The craft shook and tilted hard to the right, Marcus struggling to keep control. “Right grav unit out.” he called back to Dia. “Need to hurry up.”
“Well, you’re welcome to come and take over if you like.” she snapped between blasts from her mounted phaser rifle.
A cliff suddenly appeared at the other end of the valley and Marcus pulled the nose up at the last possible second, pointing it straight up the wall. The second pursuit craft could not have reacted in time and smashed to the cliff wall, lighting up the night.
Once over the edge Marcus brought the nose down just as alarms were going off all over the console.
“I’m going to have to put her down.”
He found a patch of sand, hoping it would cushion the landing. As he was almost there the engines cut out and they landed hard, the tail end buried in the dust.
It was several long quite seconds before S’Rak spoke up. “Well. That wasn’t so bad. Now what?”
Marcus unbuckled himself from the pilots seat. ‘Now we walk.” As he stood he set the auto destruct.
“How far?” Dia asked collecting herself and helping S’Rak up and to the door.
As they climbed out they saw the lights of Bennara. Marcus reached back into the craft and pulled out a large case. Dia looked back and nodded. “Don’t want to forget that.”
Marcus walked out and took the lead. “Come on. Should take but a couple of hours.”
Twenty minutes later their legs felt like they were made of rubber and S’Rak was begging to stop. A fire ball rose from behind them and a few seconds later the sound swept over them. “Come on . We’ll have plenty of time to rest later.”
The three trudged into the city looking like the dregs of the earth. People stepped aside as they passed, which suited Marcus just fine thank you. They eventually made it back to the landing pad they had left the Marquise ship, a single guard on post. As they walked past Marcus stuck his face into an eye scanner and the gate opened for them. The guard didn’t even look up.
Once seated , and power on line Dia took the helm and lifted off the pad, not even asking port control for permission.
“Marquis Alpha 1, you are not cleared for departure. Please respond.”
“Go to hell. How bout that for a response.” Dia said, cutting off the com unit.
“Well said.” Marcus smiled.
As they passed over the dark and gloomy city S’Rak fought back a tear. “I thought I’d never leave here.”
Marcus leaned back and closed his eyes. “Take us home Dia.”
“You got it.” and she engaged the warp drive just as they cleared the atmosphere.
***
As T’tan and Ambassador Kreeg settled into their hover car from leaving T'Nley’s office, T’tan pulled out her com unit. “Connect me with Base five on Barrack V, hurry.”
Kregg looked over. “Trouble?”
T’tan shook her head. “Personal problem.” She wondered to herself how T’Nley knew he was holding Marcus Dinn. He was just one more nuisance to deal with at at time she had grandeur plans to worry about. She should have just given her head of security the order to dispose of them.
“Lt. Varnick. Reporting Sir.” came the answer over the subspace frequency.
“Status Lieutenant.” T’ran barked.
“Uh……Sir….. I have to report the prisoners have escaped.”
T’tan rolled her eyes. “Well… go and get them back!.”
“Sir, we lost two patrol craft. Four men. And they are…..off planet now.”
T’tan thru the com unit across the car and screamed.
Kreeg sighed. “It’s the same for me… You just can’t find good help anywhere.”
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Marcus Dinn
Owner of Ricks
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
Lt. Dia Zarch
Governors Station
Phoenix Federation
Nicole President
Vice President
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
Christine T'Nley
Omega News Network
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
