Chain explosion

Posted on Sat Sep 15th, 2012 @ 3:29pm by Lieutenant Saith i-Ki Baratan

887 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Mission 79 - Triangle
Location: USS Steadfast
Timeline: During 'Unexpected News'

Saith had made her way to the ships Security department. It was definitely smaller than that of the starbase, but she liked it. You could easily see the brig from where she was sitting.
With the experience of the SB400’s Security department behind her, she had at least introduced herself to the young woman currently manning the department. That way, she knew who was in there with her, and the young officer knew who she was. She had been shown to a computer terminal.
Saith was pleased to find that here some of the previously unavailable information was available to her. It made sense more secure terminals, more secure area. Of course, if your security failed and someone escaped the brig it was here for them as well.
Saith kept working on the message angle of their pirate problem. She was sure that eventually the begininngs and ends had to come together. Nearly an hour into her quest she noticed a subspace message on all channels.
It was probably some stupid Starfleet news, but Saith reasoned it could also have to do with their mission. Not specifics obviously but it would be news if someone had been captured, killed, or something news worthy had occurred in the area. She shifted her attention and brought the message up on screen.
“Must be big,” she said to herself. The man on the screen was wearing a Rear Admiral’s uniform although he was no one Saith knew. She waited for the message to kick in, as it did she felt more than the saw her Security counterpart move near her to watch it. “Must be big,” she said and Saith nearly laughed. “That is what I thought” Saith replied.
As the message continued Saith’s face grew still. She stared hard at the screen trying to keep her face passive. Hardly a quarter of the way through Rear Admiral Liam Riskin’s message Saith felt the Security officer glance at her. She kept looking at the screen, trying not to betray what she was feeling.
As the Rear Admiral spoke of the people they had rescued, Saith’s own earlier rescue came unbidden into her mind. Her hands clenched in rage as she remembered the maimed, burned, ravaged people that had been saved. “They did nothing,” she whispered, the room suddenly spinning. Her quiet counter-part smartly did not reply, but Saith could feel her tense as surely as she had felt her own body do so.
The last of Riskin’s message was all but missed by Saith. She sat stunned, felt a flicker of white hot flame in her stomach, and her rage flared. Her eyes narrowed and she was pretty sure she was sneering. Suddenly she stood up and smashed her hand down on the console as hard as she could. The pain was as welcome as the sound of console smashing into pieces.
She spun and headed for the door noting the Security officer reaching for her comm badge. “Yeah,” thought Saith, “you call someone. I am aching for a fight now. Humans, Vulcans, Klingons, Remans, all the same. All the same.” She stomped out of the door and headed down the hall barely able to see, her vision almost green with the blood boiling up behind her eyes. Now she knew what her adoptive father had meant about ‘seeing red’ only for her it was ‘seeing green.’
She was only vaguely aware of the people getting out of her way. They should get out of her way; she was Romulan, as strong as your average Vulcan or Klingon, and trained to fight. One unfortunate man ran up to grab her by the arm, but she clotheslined him and left him on the floor, gasping. Someone nearby called medical for him. Saith continued down the corridor. If she had been on the Starbase she might have gone to the holodeck and fought it out with a phlanx of Klingons or Romulans, but she didn’t know where it was on this damn ship! So she stalked the corridors.
Hearing steps behind her, she stopped and spun. She was being followed by Security officers, but they stopped when she did, not approaching, not closing the gap. Someone where in the back of her mind she knew they would eventually fight her or stun her, but for the moment they were letting her go. “Giving me space, huh?” she thought, “that’s too damn bad! Although a couple measly human security officers weren’t much of a fight.” She was furious. Didn’t they know she wanted them all dead?
Spinning again she punched the wall as she came around leaving a dent; she stomped on down the corridor, looking for her fight. It briefly flashed through her mind that this was probably going into her psych file, with her other ‘anger control’ issues. “Favdt!” she yelled, the sound echoing in the now mostly empty corridor. She wondered, ‘were they clearing the path in front of her? That wouldn’t do.’ She probably needed to beat the crap out of the security detail following her, but that wouldn’t satisfy her rage long. ‘Where oh where are the real fighters?’ she thought.

Off: I don't know any of the NPC names so I didn't use them. :-)

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