Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 13:21:47 GMT -8
On the control board in front of him, there were a list of code names, followed by a set of coordinates. From time to time one of the coordinates would change, and Desan would take note of it, cross reference it with what he had expected, then focused on his reports once more.
There was a beep as the coordinates next to one name disappeared, and Desan frowned. He punched in a few commands, seeing if he’d received any messages, or notifications that something was up. Then he checked the location of a few Starfleet vessels in the gamma quadrant. “That is not good,” he said under his breath. Sure, people had gone AWOL before. But they weren’t people that Desan had known for over a decade. They weren’t people that Desan considered friends.
He quickly sent a coded message out to the Talon, on the frequency Desan had specified for emergency contact. There were only two people aboard who knew about the channel, and Desan had set the message as high priority to both of them.
Rychel answered from the other end after a brief delay, and Desan noted quickly that she was in her quarters. Good.
“Where is Gav?”
Rychel’s head cocked to the side a bit, as she wondered what the reason for Desan’s urgent message was. “I’m not sure, he isn’t answering? We’re at red alert right now, but I’m not certain why.”
“See if the Talon’s computer knows.”
“Alright,” Rychel said. “Computer, location of Lieutenant Iresh Gaviskar?”
“Lieutenant Gaviskar is not aboard the Talon.”
Rychel frowned, and Desan’s expression became more grim. He hadn’t merely lost a friend and a subordinate, but also the man who’d promised to look after his sister while they were in the gamma quadrant.
“I want you off the Talon.”
“Desan, we are not having this discussion again.” Behind her, she could hear the sound of a transporter beam, and she jumped up, grabbing for the phaser she kept in her boot.
“What was that?” Desan demanded.
“I... I don’t know, it sounded like the transporter.” She stood up, walking over to another console to take a look at the transporter logs. “Yeah, someone just transported something from my quarters to the brig.”
“They what?!” Something was clearly not right on the Talon.
“I’m going to the security office, I’ll see what’s up and call you right back,” Rychel said.
Desan wanted to demand that she do nothing and stay right where she was, but he knew if someone aimed to harm her, that would be a bad decision. “Be careful. Take off your communicator. And make sure you’re armed.”
“Yes, Desi,” Rychel said, using the nickname that annoyed Desan so much.
“That’s Commander Kayden to you, Lieutenant. Just because you’ve been promoted doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be impudent when Starfleet security matters are involved. Go now. Don’t come back to your quarters until you know it’s safe.”
“Of course,” Rychel said, as she terminated the connection from her end.
End
There was a beep as the coordinates next to one name disappeared, and Desan frowned. He punched in a few commands, seeing if he’d received any messages, or notifications that something was up. Then he checked the location of a few Starfleet vessels in the gamma quadrant. “That is not good,” he said under his breath. Sure, people had gone AWOL before. But they weren’t people that Desan had known for over a decade. They weren’t people that Desan considered friends.
He quickly sent a coded message out to the Talon, on the frequency Desan had specified for emergency contact. There were only two people aboard who knew about the channel, and Desan had set the message as high priority to both of them.
Rychel answered from the other end after a brief delay, and Desan noted quickly that she was in her quarters. Good.
“Where is Gav?”
Rychel’s head cocked to the side a bit, as she wondered what the reason for Desan’s urgent message was. “I’m not sure, he isn’t answering? We’re at red alert right now, but I’m not certain why.”
“See if the Talon’s computer knows.”
“Alright,” Rychel said. “Computer, location of Lieutenant Iresh Gaviskar?”
“Lieutenant Gaviskar is not aboard the Talon.”
Rychel frowned, and Desan’s expression became more grim. He hadn’t merely lost a friend and a subordinate, but also the man who’d promised to look after his sister while they were in the gamma quadrant.
“I want you off the Talon.”
“Desan, we are not having this discussion again.” Behind her, she could hear the sound of a transporter beam, and she jumped up, grabbing for the phaser she kept in her boot.
“What was that?” Desan demanded.
“I... I don’t know, it sounded like the transporter.” She stood up, walking over to another console to take a look at the transporter logs. “Yeah, someone just transported something from my quarters to the brig.”
“They what?!” Something was clearly not right on the Talon.
“I’m going to the security office, I’ll see what’s up and call you right back,” Rychel said.
Desan wanted to demand that she do nothing and stay right where she was, but he knew if someone aimed to harm her, that would be a bad decision. “Be careful. Take off your communicator. And make sure you’re armed.”
“Yes, Desi,” Rychel said, using the nickname that annoyed Desan so much.
“That’s Commander Kayden to you, Lieutenant. Just because you’ve been promoted doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be impudent when Starfleet security matters are involved. Go now. Don’t come back to your quarters until you know it’s safe.”
“Of course,” Rychel said, as she terminated the connection from her end.
End