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Author's Note: A friend of mine writes Star Trek fiction with some
friends, and after she told me about it, I got this silly character
concept stuck in my head. It's just a bit of fluff and an excuse to write
an action scene. :) And before anybody says anything, this is Next
Generation era, so security wears gold, not red. I don't make the rules,
folks, I just bend them into a pretzel!
THE CHRONICLES OF CREWMAN NUMBER SIX
By Jenny North
As the transporter beam finished its cycle, Lieutenant Commander
Shifflett felt a film of sweat break out across his brow. Certainly the
hot wind and arid climate of Partheon III was no help in the matter, but
the reason for his perspiration had nothing to do with the ambient
temperature. Reflexively he reached down to retrieve his tricorder to
begin his scan of the surrounding area but he felt a surge of both relief
and apprehension as he felt the weight of the phaser on his belt. It was
unusual for the entire away team to be armed, but that was hardly the
most unusual thing about this away team.
He flipped the tricorder open and took a calming breath as he tried to
focus on the task at hand. The scan took longer than usual and Captain
Barrows tilted his head incrementally to Shifflett.
"Readings are inconclusive, sir," Shifflett reported. "It's consistent
with what we detected from the ship. Signs of a probable antimatter
breach consistent with a warp-capable ship impacting the surface, but the
ambient radiation is making it impossible to get a fix. I'm getting
indeterminate life signs. It might be survivors."
"Or it might not." The woman who spoke was Commander Xochitl, the First
Officer. The wind blew through her fair short-cropped hair that was a
sharp contrast to her dark skin. She flashed her dark eyes at Shifflett
in an expression of obvious annoyance. "Distance and bearing to life form
readings?"
Shifflett checked the tricorder. "Inconclusive. But the crash site is
bearing two-seven-zero, right over that ridge."
He pointed where the tricorder readings indicated, right towards the
rising column of smoke. Commander Xochitl expressed an annoyed snort at
the obviousness of the statement.
Shifflett had been in Starfleet long enough to have had his fill of
personality conflicts with superior officers, but seldom had he made a
bad impression quite this rapidly. He'd been assigned as Chief Science
Officer for the USS Revenant for less than eight hours before the
distress call came in. He'd barely had a chance to drop his bag in his
quarters before he found himself beaming down into this hot spot.
He cleared his throat. "May I remind the Captain that the Partheon system
is currently in dispute. The rebel Klingon faction is--"
"The Captain is well aware of the sociopolitical situation, Mister
Shifflett," Commander Xochitl snapped. "Sir...?" she added to the
Captain, more deferentially.
Captain Barrows ran his fingers through his long gray hair, a style that
was not entirely regulation. "Hell of a good place for an ambush," he
observed. Then barely a moment later, he said, "Phasers," as he
unholstered his weapon and started towards the crash site.
The other five members of the away team followed suit and kept a loose
but wary formation as they moved forward. Shifflett kept his tricorder in
his off-hand as he tried to get a better reading on their surroundings,
but his eyes darted up to look at the other members of the team.
Just ahead of him were the Captain and First Officer, and if they were as
nervous as Shifflett, they gave absolutely no outward indication. Neither
did Doctor Silaya, the Revenant's Chief Medical Officer, whose Vulcan
reserve was absolutely impossible to crack. Shifflett thought that she
probably felt right at home in the hot and arid climate.
The only one who seemed to share Shifflett's apprehension was the young
Lieutenant Commander Zook, the Chief Engineer. She'd been quick to
volunteer for the away mission in the hopes of containing the antimatter
breach before it caused a full-on warp core explosion, but at the moment
she had a nervous smile as she made wary eye contact with Shifflett
before quickly returning her attention to the nearby ridges. Ridges that
could easily be hiding rebel Klingons, Shifflett realized.
The sixth member of the away team was on point in their formation, the
security guard. His uniform was in operations division gold and marked
him as Lieutenant, although they'd left in such a hurry that Shifflett
didn't even have time to learn the man's name. The man was Human and
middle-aged with an athletic physique, in excellent shape for his age,
but quite probably older than Captain Barrows himself. He had the bearing
of a man who'd seen a lot of action.
Unexpectedly, the security guard paused. He then straightened up and
turned around and walked up to the Captain as casually as though he was
joining him for a drink in the crewmen's lounge.
Captain Barrows stiffened up almost imperceptibly as the Lieutenant
approached him. "How bad is it?" he asked quietly.
The security guard nodded agreeably. "Oh, we're completely surrounded,
sir," he said under his breath with a visible chuckle as he maintained a
fake smile. "Three just over that ridge and at least another two over by
that line of scrubby trees." He pretended to scratch an eyebrow in the
direction he was indicating.
Shifflett looked down at his tricorder. "S-sir, I can't confirm or deny--
"
Chief Engineer Zook cut him off. "Don't worry about it. He's got kind of
a sense for these things."
The security guard gave the Captain a level glance. "I'd recommend we
worry about it, sir. Another ten meters and we're in the kill box. Right
now they're wondering if they should push their luck." With that, he
casually chucked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction in a quick
but clear gesture, as though indicating they should continue in that
direction. "And for pity's sake, nobody raise your weapons or look like
you're going for your communicators. We're just idiot bleeding heart
Starfleet officers, here to help," he added gruffly.
Barrows and Xochitl made eye contact at each other, a silent conference
shared by two officers who had clearly seen a lot of action together.
Commander Xochitl was the one who spoke. "There's a line of rocks over to
the right that should give us fire cover from the ridge. If we get lucky
we may be able to swing around and flank that group."
The Captain nodded. "That just leaves the group to the left."
The security guard nodded. "I got it, Captain."
Barrows raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
Shifflett's eyes cut over to the line of low trees and bushes. They were
completely vulnerable from that direction, and there was absolutely no
cover.
It was a suicide mission.
"Captain--?" Shifflett began.
Barrows cut him off. "Okay!" he said in a loud and chipper voice as he
slapped the security guard on the shoulder in a gesture of over-the-top
camaraderie. His pistol was still in his other hand, but he held his arm
loose and relaxed, as though he might just as easily have been holding a
picnic basket. The security guard turned and started off towards the
crash site, and the Captain said under his breath, "Three steps, and we
break for cover."
"I'm gettin' too old for this shit," the security guard muttered. But he
never paused in his duty for a second.
Shifflett's hand was sweaty as he gripped the handle of the phaser as
they followed along.
One...
Two...
"Go!"
Blazing electric death erupted from seemingly all directions in the form
of Klingon disruptor fire as Shifflett and the others raced for cover.
His Starfleet training served him well, however, and as he ran he took a
couple of potshots towards the ridge. His shots weren't accurate enough
to hit any of their attackers, but they were close enough to encourage
the Klingons to duck behind cover and buy the away team a few precious
seconds.
He skidded to a halt behind a row of boulders right next to Zook and
Silaya. Behind him, Captain Barrows and Commander Xochitl were already
crouched down and returning fire as the Klingon disruptor fire harangued
loudly but ineffectually against the rocks they'd hidden behind.
"I counted three on the ridge. You?" Captain Barrows said to his First
Officer.
"Three," she agreed as she popped up and fired her phaser again. There
was a sound of scream in the distance.
"Two," she corrected herself.
"Well done."
Positioned where he was, Shifflett wasn't able to return fire without
completely breaking cover, so instead he turned to look back the
direction from which they'd just run. He could see the lone Starfleet
security guard still running heavily towards their attackers on that
side. He'd made excellent progress across the open field, and Shifflett
could see the body of a Klingon slumped over on the ground, either dead
or unconscious. However, fire from two more Klingon disruptors were
arcing dangerously close to him.
That's when one of the disruptor blasts hit.
The bolt of energy hit the man square in the left shoulder, vaporizing
the man's arm and a good part of his torso. He went down in an almost
inhuman shriek of pain.
"Captain!" Shifflett cried.
"Not now, Commander!" Barrows shot back. "Get up here and help me lay
down suppressing fire! Xochitl, take the others and get up there and
flank them!"
Shifflett had seen officers and crew lost in the line of duty, but few so
gruesomely. However, Captain Barrows' forceful and decisive demeanor
helped to snap him back into the moment and he swapped places with
Xochitl as she broke cover with the others towards the edge of the ridge
line.
The sounds of phasers and disruptors filled the area as the enemy blasts
splashed dangerously close to where they were hidden. But Shifflett knew
they were still vulnerable where they were from the other direction.
"Captain, the other Klingons..." he began as he took another near-miss
shot towards the ridge line.
"Don't worry about it," Barrows snapped back. "We need to keep this group
focused on us."
Shifflett was about to press the matter when from back in the other
direction he heard the distinct and quite unexpected sound of a
Federation-issued phaser, a sharp contrast to the sound of the Klingons'
disruptors. He stole a quick glance in that direction and saw someone in
a Starfleet uniform closing in dangerously close with the Klingons. The
officer had bright blue skin and shock white hair. An Andorian? Had the
Revenant managed to beam down reinforcements?
"Shifflett!" Barrows barked.
Shifflett turned his attention back and saw that the Klingons on the
ridge were now fighting on two fronts as phaser fire from Xochitl and the
others blazed through the sky. He focused again on the task at hand and
was able to take more measured and deliberate shots now that he wasn't
forced to constantly duck for cover.
Then, from the other direction there was another blood-curdling scream.
Shifflett's eyes darted over at his Captain, whose attention was still
totally focused on the two remaining Klingons on the ridge. He shook it
off and continued shooting up that direction when a few moments later
there was a savage roar of some beast over in the direction of the other
Klingons.
"Mind your duty, Commander," Barrows said calmly.
"Aye, sir," the science officer responded.
Less than a minute later, Shifflett saw as one of the Klingons on the
ridge went down with a warrior howl. The final Klingon, distracted, held
his position a moment too long, and Shifflett tagged him with a phaser
blast and he, too, went down. The area fell quiet, and a moment later,
Barrows' communicator chirped.
"That looks like the last of them, Captain," Xochitl reported.
"Understood. Everyone regroup on my position."
With the danger now past, Shifflett turned to look back in the direction
of the other Klingons and was startled to see someone in a Starfleet
uniform trotting in their direction. He couldn't make out her rank but
she was wearing a gold uniform and had long hair and felinoid features
with tawny brown fur. The Caitian girl--she appeared to be barely out of
her teens--waved over her head in a carefree gesture like she was waving
at friends across the quad. She had a bright smile that Shifflett
somewhat unsettling with her long sharp fangs, and as she got closer he
could see that her teeth and talons were covered in blood.
And she was missing the left sleeve of her uniform.
She practically skipped up to meet them. "Called it!" she said in a
singsong voice.
Captain Barrows regarded the young Caitian impassively. "Report,
Lieutenant," he said in a serious tone.
The newcomer straightened up to attention. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. These
new ones are hard to adjust to," she said. "Three Klingons engaged and
neutralized. Definitely part of the rebel faction," she reported. "One is
still alive, though he'll need medical attention. The others..." She
looked down at her blood-soaked claws. "Sorry," she said with a girlish
shrug.
Shifflett stared in amazement at the young Caitian woman. "Wait. I don't-
-"
Just then the rest of the away team arrived, and Barrows instructed
Xochitl to contact the ship and alert sick bay that they had a prisoner
needing medical attention. Meanwhile, Zook's face lit up when she saw the
new addition.
"Hey, this is a good one!"
The Caitian nodded a little, obviously distracted. She reached behind her
and Shifflett heard the sound of tearing fabric as one of her claws tore
open the backside of her uniform. A second later, a long prehensile tail
popped into view.
"Ooh, that's SO much better," she sighed in relief as her tail stretched
around. She then sat on the ground and removed her boots, revealing her
padded feline feet and claws.
Shifflett looked to the others and then back at the Caitian. "I don't
understand...? Are you...? I thought you were Human?"
She affected an impish little grin, which was an expression that the
decidedly male Lieutenant who'd beamed down just a few minutes earlier
would be seemingly incapable of making. "Yeah, about that..."
Zook playfully touched one of the Lieutenant's fuzzy ears, which twitched
away as the tawny-furred security officer shot the Chief Engineer a look
of polite annoyance.
"Yeah, about six months ago Lieutenant Calvin here got himself--" She
paused and looked at the Caitian. "Herself?" she corrected herself as
Calvin shrugged. "Well, anyway, she got caught in this alien dimensional
multiplexer. You wouldn't even believe what it did to the ship, I'm still
picking out bits of alien technology. Calvin sacrificed himself to save
the ship, or so we thought. Now, whenever he's grievously wounded, he
turns into someone new. Near as I can figure, he's somehow instinctively
copying forms from adjacent phase spaces."
Shiffler blinked in wonder. "So you can't die?"
"Debatable," Doctor Silaya intoned flatly. "Disintegration would likely
prove fatal. And I theorize that since his memory engrams somehow
transfer to the new host, any significant brain injury would likewise
cause permanent death. Similarly--"
"We get it," Calvin said, holding up her hands. "Can we please not talk
about all the fun ways I can die?"
Zook sidled up to the Lieutenant. "I dunno, I've kinda liked having a
different meat shield I could hide behind every mission."
"Hey, it still hurts, okay?"
"This is absolutely astonishing," Shifflett said as he instinctively
pulled out his tricorder and began scanning the Lieutenant.
"Science officers," Calvin said with a sigh. "Well, sir, get your scans
in now, because I'm a short-timer. I just got my orders, I'm being
transferred."
"Transferred? Where?"
"The USS Hera. No idea why."
Zook reached up and scratched at a spot just behind Calvin's right ear
and the feline Lieutenant's shoulders shivered in delight. "You think
they'll think it's weird when you show up as a female Caitian?" she
teased.
Calvin shot the engineer a look and swatted her hand away in a
lighthearted gesture. Then she shrugged. "I dunno. But as the saying
goes, we're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job."
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