Surefoot Imbarrazzo Ch 01
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USS Yosemite
One Year Ago:
Captain Gombe wanted to be anywhere else in the universe but where he was now. Fighting Klingons. Trapped in an event horizon. Back at the Academy getting yelled at by the Superintendent. Anywhere else.
Certainly his Chief Medical Officer looked like he’d join him anywhere, Dr Rabin to have aged ten years since they picked up the survivors of the Corvallen freighter. ‘In all my years in this job, I’ve never seen physically injuries as extensive as this on someone who was still alive.
Even discounting the years of malnutrition, theta radiation poisoning, and the extreme trauma he must have undergone when they amputated his tail and removed his claws, there are years’ worth of broken bones that have been crudely reset, as well as second- and third-degree burns, parasites, evidence of exposure to extreme cold, even the vacuum of space… sexual assault…’ He looked like he could down the entire contents of the nearest bar. ‘I remove pain-inducing implants from his spine, they’d stopped using them years ago, but had left them in, and they caused infections in the surrounding tissue and-‘ Suddenly he stopped and wiped his hand across his brow. ‘Sorry, Captain.’
‘It’s understand, Doctor. And the others? Have they been identified? Do they have similar… injuries?’
He nodded. ‘Two of them were former crewmembers of a freighter, the Deirdre, reported missing two years ago. The rest are civilians of Federation and non-aligned worlds, many reported missing. Captain, how can we have let this happen? Slavery, in this day and age?’
‘We didn’t exactly ‘let it happen’, Doctor.’
‘But the ship that was keeping them prisoner was in Federation space! They talked about the Bel-Zon selling slaves to Corvallens, Orions, Boslic! How many others are out there, right now, unseen?’
‘I don’t know,’ Gombe admitted, horrified at the notion of how many ships he may have let slip by without knowing that there may have been slaves onboard. ‘Once word about this gets out, there’ll be changes, changes to procedures, to policies…’ He breathed out, wishing he had a drink himself. ‘Speaking of which, I have a procedure I need to follow now. However distasteful. He’s out of danger?’
‘Yes. He still has many scars, and of course he’ll need to get his tail, his claws and many of his teeth regenerated, but…’ Rabin frowned. ‘You’re not really going to do this, are you? The evidence is-‘
‘I’m not Starfleet Command. I only follow their orders.’
‘Better you than me.’
Gombe didn’t blame him.
*
Captain Hrelle looked somewhat better than when Gombe last saw him – though not much. He had been cleaned up, given fresh sickbay clothes, and from the look of an adjacent tray, had even eaten something. Now he half-sat up, both eyes repaired and focused on the visitor. ‘Captain- You are the Captain, yes?’
‘Captain Matthew Gombe, yes.’
Hrelle nodded. ‘Still getting used to looking at the collar pips. When did they change the uniforms?’
‘Two months ago.’
‘They look… tight.’
Gombe offered a smile. ‘They hurt your back, too. Hopefully they’ll be listening to the feedback and improve them soon.’
Silence rose, before Hrelle noted, ‘I want to thank you and your crew for rescuing us, and helping us.’
‘It was the least we can do.’
‘You’ve done more.’
‘You’re welcome. Captain, what happened to the Corvallens.’
His gaze narrowed. ‘We happened. We were kept in the waste recycling section, clearing out theta waste. Slowly dying. If we refused to work, then we were denied food, water, hyronalin for the radiation. We never knew where we were, of course, but we knew there were periods when we were in Federation space. Eventually we saw clues that told us when we were, when we were going to be approached by a Starfleet vessel to be scanned. So… we waited, and bided our time, and when the opportunity arose, we sabotaged the reactors, and packed ourselves into a maintenance pod, in the absence of access to a lifeboat. Captain, we didn’t exactly have access to clocks where we were… how long have I been away?’
Gombe swallowed. ‘Six years, more or less.’
The Caitian paled, as if the confirmation of the years had finally caught up with him. ‘That long? I knew it was a long time, but…’ He grunted. ‘Hannah’s gonna finish what the Bel-Zon started when she gets me-‘ Then he looked up again. ‘Did anyone from the Furyk survive?’
Gombe shook his head. ‘The ship was relatively intact, but all the bodies we found had died of massive radiation poisoning. I’m sorry, Captain.’
Hrelle nodded numbly. ‘It was a trap. The Bel-Zon, they- my Bridge crew and I were taken- I was… questioned about Salem Four’s security- I couldn’t-‘
Gombe held up a hand. ‘Perhaps you shouldn’t say any more, Captain-‘
Hrelle’s expression changed, none of the fragility he had displayed before was there now, only a steely resolve, the same resolve that must have kept him alive all these years. ‘Captain Gombe, what happened to my wife and child?’
Gombe stiffened. He knew it was inevitable, he knew that no one else could do it. Damned if made it easier… ‘The Bel-Zon raided Salem Four for the trilithium resin being stored there. There were casualties. Lt. Hannah Hrelle was one of them. I’m… sorry, Captain.’
Gombe had never seen a reaction like that on another person’s face. He hoped never to see one like that again. No matter what his fellow Captain had done, no one should have to suffer this as well. The Caitian’s voice cracked. ‘They… they died?’
”They’?’ Gombe shook his head. ‘No, not your step daughter. She survived.’
It seemed like the slenderest of threads, but Hrelle clung to it like a lifeline. ‘Sasha? Sasha’s alive?’
Inside, Gombe was eternally grateful to give this man something positive for once. ‘More than that, she… she became the Hero of Salem Four.’
‘What?’
‘When the attack started, her classroom was cut off, her teacher critically injured, air was leaking from cracks in the window, the children were panicking. But she kept her head, used a toy tricorder to lead the children out through the maintenance vents and into the shelters, and then went back in with a medical kit, saved her teacher’s life, and kept patching the cracks in the windows until help arrived.’ Gombe remembered the story well, it had been one of the very few bright spots on that day. ‘She remains the youngest recipient of Starfleet’s Medal of Commendation for exceptional valour.’
Tears welled in Hrelle’s eyes, and he forced a grunt that could have been laughter, had he any amusement left in him. ‘When I was ten, I thought it was a great achievement to touch my nose with my tail… that she could do that… I mean, I knew she was destined to be fantastic, but still…’ He wiped his face repeatedly. ‘Captain, I have to see her- where are we, how far away-‘
‘Captain Esek Hrelle,’ Gombe announced, forcing himself to adopt formality at this stage, there was no other way he could get through the next minute. ‘It is my duty to inform you that, following your disappearance and the attack on Salem Four, an investigation was conducted by Starfleet Intelligence. They concluded that you had colluded with the Bel-Zon, providing them with the necessary intelligence to bypass the station’s security, and most likely were hiding in neutral space.’
‘W-What?’ Hrelle’s face creased in confusion. ‘They think that I-‘
‘You were court-martialled in absentia. There are standing orders to put you into custody should you ever be found. I’m sorry.’ Gombe’s face tightened, how many times was he going to have to apologise to this man? ‘Captain, once the truth is revealed, once they find out what you and the others went through, I know they’ll overturn their ruling-‘
‘Have you got irons?’
‘Excuse me?’
Hrelle rose to his feet, a
nd only then did Gombe realise just how tall his fellow Captain was in comparison. He held up his wrists. ‘Are you gonna clap me in irons, Captain? Got a cell waiting for me? Will I be drawn and quartered? Go ahead, I’m used to worse, believe me-‘
‘Captain, please-‘
Hrelle’s face twisted now, and his hands became fists, and he spoke through clenched teeth as he drew closer to Gombe. ‘Come on, man! Do your duty! It doesn’t matter what I went through. Do you know what I went through? Do you care?’
Gombe found himself backed against the wall of the medical room, his pulse quickening. ‘Captain, I must ask you to control yourself-‘
‘They want to lock me up? Fine! They can even kill me if they want! I’d deserve it, and more! I killed her! I killed them all!’
Gombe was ready to call for security – but then he saw the shift in the emotion of his fellow Captain’s eyes: the rage was still there, but more was mixing into it. Then he saw the eyes well up again. ‘Captain Hrelle-‘
‘She’s dead- Hannah’s dead- my wife- my Beloved- She’s dead-‘
All the strength, all the resolve, bled from him like one of his many wounds. He collapsed, sobbing, held up by Gombe, who waved off the concerned looks of the medical staff who entered the room. He whispered words unclear in content but clear in meaning.
Gombe still would rather have been anywhere else – but for the moment, he was glad that he was here, now, for another person in such terrible distress.
*
USS Surefoot
Today:
‘Well,’ Neraxea muttered. ‘I don’t think much of your Dad’s ship. Looks more like a warehouse.’
Sasha showed her friend how many middle fingers she had on her right hand. Not that she was genuinely offended, she can’t imagine anything bringing her down at this point. Even seeing Giles Arrington looking peeved at being on a ship commanded by Esek Hrelle was only a boost to her enthusiasm.
Their transport had docked with a port on the side of the Surefoot, and the cadets were marched out with their belongings into a large cargo bay, whose walls were lined with containers and crates of various sizes and shapes, stacked and secured. The central area was illuminated from above, and now occupied by the cadets forming a parade square of six by three, leaving their baggage stacked behind them, while Tameris was conversing with Surefoot crewmembers.
Sasha couldn’t stop grinning. She would actually be serving with her father! Just like those days when they would pretend to go off on Away Missions, exploring planets and fighting Klingons! She hadn’t felt this optimistic in a long time!
She looked to Eydir, standing beside her. ‘I can’t believe it! Can you?’
The Capellan woman kept her eyes fixed ahead. ‘You’re meant to be at attention. Show some discipline.’
Sasha frowned. She knew her friend leaned on the formal, stiff-necked side, but she seemed even more like she was, in the days when they first arrived at the Academy together and shared a dorm room, both of them wary and suspicious, albeit for different reasons.
But before Sasha could question her friend’s attitude, Tameris called out to them. ‘Cadets, welcome onboard the USS Surefoot, an Oberth-class starship originally designed for planetary and stellar surveys. It has since been modified for its current multi-mission role, transporting supplies, maintaining communication relays and buoys, conducting customs and safety inspections, and, when necessary, assisting in search and rescue missions. We are based in the Leonis Sector, 99.2 light-years from Earth, further details of this sector and the stellar bodies within are available via your information packs in your cabins.
I will now introduce you to our Captain, Esek Hrelle, who wishes to greet you personally.’ After a moment, she added, ‘I understand that there are those of you with strong opinions regarding him. I will remind you that Starfleet has cleared him of any wrongdoing whatsoever, though some of you might still hold strong opinions on the matter. You are of course entitled to your opinions. But your entitlement should not prevent you from showing anything less than the requisite respect he deserves as your commanding officer.’
As Tameris continued to speak, a door slid open behind the assembled cadets. Sasha didn’t even notice it until the figure who walked through it had already passed her. And though she instantly recognised him, she had to keep the urge to call out to him in check, remembering Tameris’ earlier warnings.
So she watched her stepfather as he… just walked along, like everyone else. He looked… older than when she last saw him. Slower. Greyer. More fragile. He never grew back his mane, or even replaced his tail. He had some more weight back on him than when she first saw him, but…
Anxiety now mingled with anticipation within her. She had been informed of his survival not long after Starfleet, and the Superintendent had arranged transport out to him at the starbase where he was being treated – and incarcerated, pending an extensive debriefing and a subsequent investigation. It killed her to have to leave him and return to Earth after a few weeks to complete her final exams, though they promised each other that they would stay in touch.
Word about the slave trafficking taking place within Federation borders spread like a nova blast. Starfleet Intelligence, who had already come under fire for failing to anticipate the attack on Salem Four, now faced renewed criticism for this oversight. Commander Arrington, in response, had doubled down on his attack on Captain Hrelle, suggesting that his criminal cohorts had betrayed him, or that at the very least, he should have tried harder to escape or resist, and it was a feeling that his family were eager to spread through the organisation.
Sasha had been appalled by the number of people, within and without Starfleet, who agreed with that sentiment. They were typically the ignorati, the ones who had never fought or served onboard a starship but still thought they knew what they were talking about, armchair admirals who believed in death before dishonour and other melodramatic nonsense, the ones who couldn’t or just didn’t understand how terrible real life can be beyond their Utopian bubble – and hated her stepfather and the other survivors for reminding them of those harsh realities. She had little patience for the less scrupulous agents of the public media networks, who seemed to revel in the details of the torture he and the others had undergone.
He had ultimately been declared not responsible for revealing information that assisted the Bel-Zon in their raid on Salem Four, and after extensive counselling and physical therapy, was deemed fit to return to duty – the only Starfleet survivor found to do so, the remainder understandably taking permanent retirement or medical leave. Many, including Sasha, thought he might look to return to the Banaris Sector, perhaps to command another frigate and maybe even pursue the remains of the Bel-Zon, most of whom had been either arrested or chased out of Federation space.
Instead, he was here, five hundred light years away from that, commanding a small supply ship.
He had walked around the square, never even looking at the cadets, and was ascending the raised platform to join Tameris, when Giles, standing two rows ahead of Sasha, nudged the cadet beside him and declared, ‘Must have had a hard time on the litter tray, he left his tail behind.’
Sasha felt her face burn, and almost broke ranks to confront the jerk, when her attention was taken by Captain Hrelle suddenly turning in place, descending the steps and retracing his steps, up to the place where Giles was standing, gently pushing aside the surrounding cadets to look directly at him. His voice was low, gravelly. ‘Follow me, please.’
He turned and departed again without waiting – and without even looking in Sasha’s direction, and he must have know she was there, even by s
cent alone! – as Giles followed, his face red and his eyes wide, looking to those cadets around him for support, or even a reaction. No, no help there.
Hrelle returned to the platform, with Giles in tow like he was on a tractor beam, until the Caitian turned and faced him again, regarding him once before he looked at Tameris. ‘Have the standards been relaxed at the Academy since I was there?’
The Vulcan looked to the boy. ‘You are meant to be at attention, Cadet.’
Giles snapped to it. ‘Cadet Giles Arrington reporting as ordered, sir!’
Hrelle folded his hands behind his back. ‘Arrington? That’s a familiar name. And how old are you, Mr Arrington?’
‘Uh, seventeen, Sir.’
‘Seventeen? Are you sure? Because you tell jokes like a nine-year-old.’
‘Sir?’
‘Your joke about my using a litter box. On those rare occasions when I hear jokes made about my race, they’re usually only made by nine-year-old children who don’t understand how offensive they are being.’
‘I-I didn’t say anything, Sir.’
The group somehow went even more silent than before. Hrelle’s expression stiffened, and his tone changed, only slightly, though he never took his eyes off of the cadet. ‘Mr Arrington, there are many stories told about Caitians, some true, some not. But the one about our having superior hearing is true. It’s as good as Vulcans, I expect. Did you hear what Mr Arrington said about me, Commander?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ Tameris confirmed. ‘I will initiate formal disciplinary
proceedings-‘
Hrelle held up a hand in her direction, though he continued to speak with a russet-faced Giles. ‘You had a long and tiring journey here, so I’ll overlook you lying to a superior officer just now. The joke, however, is harder to overlook.’ Now he turned to the assembled group, speaking more loudly and clearly. ‘It always was. When I was your age, a group of upperclassmen made my life Hell, and with the open support of the Superintendent at the time too.
As far as I’m concerned, the moment you put on those uniforms, you earned more respect than that. So while you’re on my ship, though you will still be cadets, still be taking classes and exams, you will also be working, earning a salary, earning service time and leave time, and learning the practical side of your various majors and minors. Your rank will not be ‘Cadet’ but ‘Crewman’. If you are prepared to act like adults, I am prepared to treat you like adults.’
‘However,’ Hrelle added, looking at Giles again. ‘If you’re prepared to act like a child…’ He indicated the steps to the platform. ‘Sit on the bottom step, Mr Arrington.’
Giles glanced behind him, bemused. ‘Excuse me, Sir?’
‘The bottom step. That’s our Naughty Step. That’s where children go to sit until they’ve learned their lesson.’
Titters ran through the cadets. Giles stared back in disbelief. ‘Sir-‘ As if driven by the responses from his friends, he straightened up further and declared, ‘Captain, with- with all due respect, you can’t make me do that!’
Tameris stepped closer. ‘Mr Arrington is correct, Sir. This is not an approved punishment.’
‘No, it isn’t,’ Hrelle conceded. ‘But if we did follow regulations, Mr Arrington would be facing a permanent note on his record. Now, my option would allow him to sit on a step and be humiliated for a few moments, and nothing more will be said about it.’ He looked to the group again. ‘Hands up how many of you would choose to take the Step?’
All hands rose.
Hrelle looked back to Giles. ‘So… what’s your choice, Mr Arrington?’
Giles looked as if he would have given his soul to be able to beam out of there and not come back. Turning redder than it should be possible for a human, he faltered as he replied, ‘I’ll, ah, I’ll take the Step, Sir.’
‘Excellent. Oh, and for the record: I don’t use a litter box, I don’t chase mice, I don’t drink milk from a saucer, and I don’t lick myself.’ To the group he added, ‘Though I would if I could.’ As they laughed aloud, he returned to Giles, waving him towards the step. The laughter grew as Giles descended, his gangly legs looking ridiculous as he sat down on the bottom step, finding an excuse to look anywhere else but at the group.
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