David Sheerin's Toronto
Avengence
Captain Charles Harkness walked out of his Ready Room and emerged on the bridge. Charles had decided to where his vest without the top part of the uniform. It made him feel like the war was over, but that idea was soon shattered as he looked down to see a phaser clipped to his belt.
Lieutenant Jenkins was sitting in the Command Chair.
"Ah, good morning, Captain." She greeted him, with a smile.
"Morning, Lieutenant. What's new?"
"Nothing much, Sickbay reports 5 injuries, all recreational. We are currently on course to Starbase 343 and are at a speed of Warp 5. Will that be all, Captain?" Jenkins said as she looked up to her captain.
"Yes, thank you, Lieutenant." Jenkins smiled and walked towards the Turbolift. Charles took his seat as he watched the young officer walked of the bridge.
"Computer, begin Alpha-shift." He ordered the air. And so began yet another day.
End Teaser.
Act 1.
Charles was relaxed in his chair. This was the first time for the last few weeks that he actually felt comfortable on duty. He looked around at his bridge. There were only a few people on, since it was the second shift of the day-oh Five - thirty to eleven hundred hours. There was a young officer at the CONN, not much older than Jenkins. He looked as relaxed as Charles, and that made the Captain smile. Finally his crew didn't have an average blood Pressure of 190 over 150.
"Ensign, what's our ETA to the Starbase?" Charles asked the man.
"We should be there in 4 hours, 13 minutes, 54 seconds," he replied.
Charles looked at the officer; he gave the ETA right to the Seconds. Charles got up and walked behind him.
The young officer noticed his commanding officer looking over him and panicked.
"Umm, is there anything the ensign can do for the Captain?"
Charles smiled at that. "No, nothing at all, ensign, I was just wondering if you had pointed ears. The Answer you gave was what I would expect from a Vulcan."
The young man had no idea what to do. "Ah?" He froze like a deer in headlights.
"It's okay ensign, I'm only joking."
Harkness chuckled to him self as he walked to back to his seat. As he sat down, he had a bone chilling thought. Things only went this well just before something bad was going to happen. He sighed, knowing that in the next few hours something would happen. He didn't know what, but didn't want to waste his time hoping that it wouldn't.
He stretched out in his chair and just got comfortable when the beeping from the tactical's position. He didn't even look up to see a young marine punch a button.
"Captain, we have a urgent message from Starfleet command for you."
Harkness sighed again and decided to take it in his ready room.
"Private, transfer it to my ready room. Ensign, you have the bridge."
He got up and walked down the short hall to his office.
As he entered it, his monitor was beeping.
"Computer, on screen," he ordered sitting down.
The screen changed to Admiral Pressman; he looked tired, and had obviously just pulled an all nighter.
"Charles, get you at a bad time?" He greeted.
"Of course not Lou. What can I do for you?" He returned the greeting. Admiral Pressman and Charles were in the same class in the Academy and were still friends.
"Nothing, yet, Charles. But I need you and the Toronto here 5 minutes ago. I'll brief you when you arrive. I can't say anything over the open comm. channel, but you should know that a friend of yours is up to something?again. Also, I got some news
for you. See you in a bit. Starbase 343 out." The screen changed to the UFP symbol. He leaned back in his chair, and sighed. As he leaned there, he hit his COMM badge.
"Harkness to bridge. Ensign, increase to Warp 8 and go to Yellow Alert."
"Aye, sir."
As soon as the COMM channel died, the computer spoke.
"Yellow Alert, this is Yellow Alert. All hands General Quarters."
The Captain of the USS Toronto stood up and walked over to the closet. He opened it and took out the top part of his uniform. Once he had it on in a comfortable position, he exited to the bridge.
As soon as he sat down in his chair, two of the three turbolifts opened and most of the senior staff emerged. The first officer on the bridge was Commander Larson.
"Captain, what the hell is going on?" His hair was still wet. Charles assumed that she was in the shower when he ordered the yellow alert.
"I don't know yet, Commander. Admiral Pressman wants us at Starbase 343, now, so I assume something is up."
Larson looked puzzled. "Pressman? Wasn't he in Command of Starbase 4?"
"Yes, but SB 4 was one of the Star Bases hit by the Dominion last month."
"Oh."
With that, she turned her attention to her console. Charles was proud of this ship. Over the past few months they had been through Hell together and it was still holding on nicely.
"Helm, what's our ETA?" Harkness asked looking down at Lieutenant Jenkins, she looked a little annoyed, but she should be. Even though her shift ended 30 minutes ago, she was back on the bridge.
"13 Minutes sir." She responded in a pleasant tone, but Charles knew her too well.
"Thank you, Lieutenant," he said.
* * *
Captains Log. Supplemental.
The Toronto has just docked with SB 343 and Commander Jenkins and myself will be beaming over within the hour.
Captain Harkness and his first officer walked through the door into Admiral Pressman's office.
"Charles, long time no see," the Admiral greeted.
"Yes it has, Lou. So, what is so important to get me here?"
"Well Charles, that can wait. Take a seat." He motioned to the seats in front of his desk. They both sat down.
"There is something I need to do first." He turned to Commander Larson. "Commander Larson, I have some good news for you. As of right now, you are Captain Melissa Larson. Congratulations, Captain." He shook her hand and handed over an extra pip for her collar.
Larson was all smiles but then a thought crossed her mind.
"Sir, I'm flattered, but I would really like to stay aboard the Toronto."
The Admiral smiled and then turned towards Charles.
"Lou, how could you? You know I hate looking for XO's."
"Relax Charles, you're not loosing her. And it is always an honor to give someone the rank of Captain, but the biggest honor is what I'm about to do now. Charles Harkness, you have been promoted to the Rank of Rear Admiral. Congratulations, Admiral." Pressman said smiling. Harkness's mouth dropped.
"Umm? thank you, si-"
"Don't be calling me sir now. Were the same rank, remember?" Pressman laughed.
Harkness smiled a little and looked over at his Executive Officer. She was smiling like there was no tomorrow.
Charles Harkness and Melissa Larson walked on to the bridge at the same time. Admiral Harkness was now in a full Admirals uniform and smiling. Larson had the four Pips. They walked on to the bridge and over to the Command chair. Sitting in it was Commander March.
He looked up. "Welcome back Captain Harkness." He stopped when he noticed the Admirals uniform. "I mean, Admiral Harkness?"
Charles smiled. "That's correct, Commander, Rear Admiral Charles Harkness."
"Well, congratulations, Admiral. Are you still in command?"
"Yes," Charles cut him off. "I'm still the Commanding Officer of the Toronto."
Larson looked down at March.
"And I see you were promoted too. Any chance I will get one?" he joked.
"No, sorry Zavi, Starfleet has decided to demote you. Your now Chief Petty Officer March," Harkness laughed.
The shared a laugh, then it was down to business.
"So, what's the news from the Admiralty?"
"I'll let you know in a bit. First of all, I want you to get all the senior officers up here for a conference in 20 minutes. Till then I'll be in my ready room with Captain Larson."
"Aye, aye sir."
With that, Harkness and Larson walked down the hall to the ready room.
* * *
"Do any of you know what's going on?" asked Doctor England.
"I have no idea," answered Lefler. The entire Senior Staff was in the conference. They were in their usual seats all looking confused, even Dubins who usually knew everything that went on. It was now 10 in the morning. Jenkins looked extremely annoyed. She hadn't had any sleep in the past few nights and was getting ready to go to sleep when the ship went to yellow alert. She yawned.
Just then, the doors slid open and Admiral Harkness and Captain Larson walked in. Harkness was holding a PADD.
"Morning all," he said with a smile.
The group responded.
"I'll cut to the chase. Well, it has come to Starfleet's knowledge that our good friend, Commander Chris Bean, has started work on a Time Travel devise and it is our belief that he is going to go back in time and have some fun with the time line at the Federations expense. And guess what, boys and girls? We were selected to kick his sorry ass into the brig."
There were some smiles around the table, and one quiet snore.
The table looked down at Lieutenant Jenkins who had her head resting on her shoulder.
A smile went across the Admirals face as he looked down at the 'sleeping beauty'.
"Could someone get her some coffee," Harkness said in a quiet voice.
Larson got up and walked over to the Replicator. She came back with a coffee and placed in front of her and rested her hand on her shoulder to wake up the young officer.
"Morning, Lieutenant." Harkness said as she regained conscious.
"Ah? sorry Admiral." She said in an apologetic manner.
"It's okay. Now, back to the briefing."
Charles got up and walked to the monitor. On it was a display of the Solar System where Starfleet believed Bean had his time machine.
"The Toronto is going to set course to the 3rd planet of this system and attack the facility. Probes sent into the area suggest that there are only 5 ships in orbit. The Toronto is more than a match for 10 Jem'Hadar fighters, so we should have little to no difficulty with these guys. We leave in 30 minutes. Any questions?"
No one raised their hands.
"Okay, keep your subordinates apprised and do your stuff. Dismissed!"
The senior officers shuffled out of the room. Only Michelle and Charles remained. Charles was looking out the window. Michelle came up behind him and placed her hands around him.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, for one, you're about to go arrest your best frie-"
"EX-BEST FRIEND!" Charles yelled.
"Well, whatever he is, he does deserve what ever is coming to him." Michelle said with a smile.
"Yes, he will!"
He turned around and kissed Michelle.
* * *
"Release all moorings."
Harkness ordered from his seat. Larson was sitting beside him in her usual position and Dubins sat on the other side. Larson was sitting at the helm and March was at Ops.
"Aye, aye, Admiral," replied Jenkins.
"Commander March, open a channel to the dock master."
"Channel open."
Harkness looked around his bridge with pride. This was a good crew. He couldn't ask for any other.
"This is the USS Toronto, requesting permission to depart."
"USS TORONTO, you are clear for departure. Remain at 1/3 impulse power till you leave our security perimeter."
"Aye, dock master."
"Good hunting, TORONTO. Starbase 343 out." The COMM went dead.
"Lieutenant, engage," Harkness ordered with a smile.
The deck rumbled a bit as the impulse engines fired up and the massive ship left the Space Dock.
Charles looked around at his bridge again. The crew for once looked relaxed. That was a strange look for this crew, considering the hell they've been though the last few months.
"Captain. We are clear of the Space Station." March informed the Admiral from his post.
"Helm, plot a course for the Maxis system, warp 8."
"Course ready, Captain." She replied.
"Yellow Alert. Engage, Lieutenant."
In the darkness of space, the USS TORONTO turned to port, as it's lower nacelles moved into place. With a bright flash, the Battleship went into warp on a mission that might kill everyone on board, or just kill one man.
End Act 1
Act 2.
Captains Log: Supplemental:
The Toronto is now only 30 minutes away from Maxis system.
The Bridge crew looked very tense as they went about their duties. The most tense out of all of them was Admiral Harkness, who kept moving around in his seat.
"Captain," called Lieutenant Commander March, from ops, "I'm picking up 3 Jem'Hadar fighters."
"RED ALERT, ALL HANDS BATTLE STATIONS."
The bridge lights dimmed as the red lights flashed.
"ETA to planet?" asked the Admiral.
"6 minutes, sir," replied March from his post.
"Time to intercept?" asked Captain Larson.
"1 minute 4 seconds, Captain."
Harkness looked around his bridge, and took a sigh, as he was about to put the two things he loved most in danger the ship, and Michelle.
He stood and walked to the middle of the bridge. "Lieutenant, drop us out of warp. Larson, raise shields."
"Aye, Captain," came the response at the same time.
Charles looked over at the weps. officer.
"Lieutenant, load all torpedo bays and charge the phasers."
"Aye, sir," the Marine officer replied.
The deck shook as the Jem'Hadar opened fire.
Charles took his seat again. "Weps. Lock quantum torpedoes on the lead ship."
"Target locked, sir."
"Set the yield to 15."
"Done,"
"FIRE!"
From the main torpedo launcher on the Toronto, 5 blue stars came out like a bat out of hell. They flew towards their target. The first 2 torpedoes hit against the shields and knocked a whole in them. The next 3 flew through the opening and entered the hull. 3 nanoseconds later they exploded, sending the Jem'Hadar in that ship to hell.
The remaining ships flew around the Toronto, but the phasers made short work of them. The massive battleship flew through the debris of the ships and continued its course to the planet.
Charles looked around at his bridge. No damage that he could see.
"Sir, I'm detecting a rather large Tachyon surge at the planet. They may be getting ready to go back in time." Commander March said with some urgency in his voice. In the time that Charles had gotten to know him, he had lost his German accent, but when he was under stress, it would come back.
"Helm, full impulse." Charles hit the button on the panel on his right. "Lefler, I need more power for the impulse engines."
"Captain," the flittered voice of his chief engineer came through on the speakers. "I can give 143% on the impulse generators, but it might blow them out."
"Blow them out if you have to, Commander." He hit the button cutting of the COMM channel.
"Sir, I'm detecting a ship going into the rift. It's a FEDERATION RUNABOUT." March yelled out the last bit of information because it surprised the hell out of him.
"WHAT?"
Before March could answer his Commanding Officer, the deck shook.
"Report!" ordered Harkness.
"We're in the wake of the Tachyon rift, sir." Replied Jenkins.
"Take us in, Lieutenant."
Just in orbit of the planet, the massive ship, Toronto was engulfed in a blue wake, as it continued into the heart of whatever was causing the disturbance. When it flew though the hole that was creating it, the vortex closed in on itself.
The massive battleship emerged on the other end of the vortex, in close orbit of Earth.
On the bridge, Admiral Harkness was standing looking out the view screen.
"Report," he ordered.
He looked around; March was pounding at his LCARS display unit.
Charles walked over and took a look.
"What's up, commander?" he asked.
"I have no idea. The sensor display says we're in orbit of Earth, but I can find no evidence of Starfleet," he replied in a German accent.
"Well, we must assume that Bean went back into time before the Federation existed. Can you tell what year it is?"
The German ran his hands across the LCARS display and looked up.
"According to these readings. This is the year 1998." Harkness smiled and walked back to his seat.
"Jenkins, can you find the Runabout?" asked the Admiral.
"No, sir, but I am detecting an ION trail, which leads down to?give me a sec." She looked over her instruments again. "North American Continent, Country of Canada. City of Toronto." She turned in her seat to face the Command platform.
"What? You can't just land a runabout in Toronto. At this time, there are close to 5 million people living there," said Dubins from his post.
"Okay. I guess we're going down to good old TO. Jenkins, you have the bridge. Larson, Dubins, March, meet me in Transporter Room 7 in 10 minutes. Oh, hold on a second. March, I need to know the exact date."
"Right now, in Toronto, it is May 15th. The time is 10:13 in the morning sir." Replied March.
"Okay people, go to your quarters and change into late 20th century clothing. Make sure it's from 1998, and this part of the year. If I remember correctly the fashion changed from month to month." Harkness said with a smile.
"Holy shit, Sir!" The Weps officer yelled from his position.
"What is it, Lieutenant?" replied Harkness as the smile quickly left his face.
"I'm detecting a ship. It's a Jem'Hadar battleship."
"WHAT?"
Harkness jumped in his seat and looked over at Dubins.
"Colonel, scramble all Halifax wings. Helm bring us about. Lock weapons on target. Ready the Tri-Colbalt devices.
"Aye, Captain."
The two ships closed in on each other. Both were massive vessels. The first to fire was the Jem'Hadar ship. It fired 5 torpedoes, which harmlessly exploded on the shields of the Toronto. The Toronto retorted with a couple volleys of Quantum torpedoes and Phaser fire, which did a bit more damage to the Dominion warship. The small fighters the Toronto deployed flew circles around the massive ship, firing volley after volley of Photon torpedo and phaser cannons. They did little damage to the massive ship.
Back on the bridge of the Toronto, Harkness looked over at the Weapons officer.
"Lieutenant, arm Tri-Colbalt devices. Ready 10 of them and lock on to the support braces for the upper super structure."
"Aye, sir."
"Dubins, get your men out of there."
"Aye, sir. RTB order sent. I estimate it will take 15 seconds for them to clear the area."
"Tell me when they're clear, Colonel."
Harkness took his seat again, and looked around at his bridge. A few EPS conduits had blown, and several LCARS display units were out, but the mighty Toronto had survived yet another attack from the Dominion.
"Captain, let's rock n' roll!"
"WEPS. FIRE!"
From all of the forward torpedo launchers on the Toronto, 10 white streaks came out and moved at the speed of light towards their target. The massive Dominion battleship detected them and tried to move away, but it was too late. The Torpedoes exploded against the shields of the Dominion Warship. The first 2 knocked a hole in them and the rest of the devices locked on their final targets, the braces for the super structure. As they hit them, they exploded, ripping a massive hole in the side of the Starship. Then 2 more hits, making the hole even bigger. One after another torpedo hit its target, making the hole even bigger. When the final torpedo entered and exploded, the ship screeched as its warp drive went ballistic. Within 2 seconds she was destroyed.
The bridge of the Toronto was quiet. There was a light haze from all the EPS conduits; the one sound that could be heard was the low tone of the alert klaxons. Then, the marine positioned at the back of the bridge stepped forward.
"YOU GOT THE BASTARD!" he yelled with a cheer. The rest of the bridge crew started to cheer as well.
End Act 2
Act 3.
"What the fuck is this?" asked a young Andrew Revez.
"I have no idea, Revez," replied the young man to his right. They were sitting in yellow plastic chairs looking at the stage in R.H. King Academy's cafeatorum. There were about 800 students there at the same time, listening to a boring speech from one of their VP's. Dr. Stan Shapiro, Shappy, as he was revered to behind his fat back. Most of the students wore the same White Dress shirt and gray trousers; after all, it was the uniform of the school.
"Without further adieu, I give you Lieutenant Commander Christopher Bean, of Her Majesty's Canadian Navy. Commander." There was little to no clapping from the students. Most of them didn't want to be in the café. It was unseasonably warm for Toronto, a full 25C, and the Café didn't make it any more comfortable.
Revez turned to the person next to him.
"Dave, what the hell is this about?" he asked.
"Revez, you better stop smoking. That shit is getting to your brain," he smiled. "Use your brain - the thing you got from millions of years of evolution, remember it? Well, this jack ass is trying to get us to enter the Navy," Dave Sheerin said in a low voice. Sheerin was only 16; he had red hair and wore glasses.
"I don't need the science lesson, Dave," retorted Revez with a smile. He then turned to the guy to his left.
"Gatt, what the fuck are you doing? Jerking off?"
"Shut up, Revez." Mike Gatt turned to him.
"And if you join the Canadian Navy, you'll have an excellent career as an enlisted man or women. If some of you are lucky, you may even be commissioned and may even get your own command some day," continued the man at the front. He wore a naval uniform Khaki shirt and pants; he also had a side arm on his belt.
Revez turned his attention back towards Dave.
"Didn't you want to join the Navy, Dave?"
"Nope." He leaned back in his chair. "I'm going into law."
"You could go into fucking anything. I saw your marks in Science. You're getting what? 95%, Christ."
Dave just smiled and looked back up at the stage.
"God, this guy is a phony. He didn't even get the HMCS Toronto right."
"Huh?" said Ben Haggett, who sat to Sheerin's left turned to him.
"What? The guy said, 'If you do become an officer, you might be able to command the Destroyer, HMCS Toronto'."
"And your point, is?"
"The Toronto is a Halifax class Frigate," Dave said as he turned to look at Ben.
"Dave, 3 words: 'GET A LIFE'!"
"Fuck off."
* * *
Harkness walked into the Transporter room. He was wearing lose fitting black jeans, with a black oxford style shirt unbuttoned over a white tee shirt. Larson wore a mini skirt and high heals, March had a sport coat on with blue jeans, Dubins had on a Hawaiian shirt with jeans. But, what especially caught Harkness's eye, was Doctor England in the corner. She wore blue jeans-which showed off her curves nicely-and a black tee shirt.
"So, are we ready to go back to 1998?" Harkness asked with a smile.
They all nodded in agreement and walked on to the Transporter Pad.
"Chief, Energize."
* * *
Dave Sheerin walked out of the Café in a group of friends. The group turned right and started up a set of stairs, on their long walk back to class.
"God, that was shit!" Andrew Revez said looking forward.
"It's better than sitting in Larendowbitch's History." Retorted Clinton Bently. He was 6'0 and very skinny.
"Good point," this was Martin Murray. Martin was a short kid, only 5'7. He felt very small when he was around this group.
"Dave, who do you have?" Asked Clinton.
"English with Salomone."
"Sounds like fun." The group continued up the stairs.
They turned a corner and walked past the gyms. As they reached the end of that corridor then turned to see Shappy walking towards them Commander Bean.
"Shit, Shappy!" Revez yelled.
The group continued walked, but kept their mouths shut.
"David Sheerin. Come here please." It was Shappy.
Dave turned around. His group of friends pulled away from the impending doom.
He walked towards the big South African.
"Yes, Doctor?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"Do up your shirt," Shappy pointed to his unbuttoned uniform top. "And follow us."
"Aye, sir." He walked behind the two men as they headed towards the office.
As the group entered the office, Dave noticed a nice cool breeze; this was the only part of the 75-year-old school that was air-conditioned. They walked into the Shappy's office. The big VP took a seat behind his desk, and the Commander sat in front. Dave just stood there at attention.
After a few seconds of quite, Dave decided to speak up.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes, there is." Commander Bean looked up from where he was sitting.
"Well, what is it?"
"Mr. Sheerin," Shappy said from behind his desk. "I have been looking over your record, and as you know, all your marks are in this. And well. I have to say, that I'm shocked!"
"What?" Asked in a surprised tone.
"It says here, that your average for the first semester was 96%, and your IQ is well over 180. And what shocks me, is you hang around people like Andrew Revez, Mike Gatt, and Ben Haggett. You should be with other people like you."
"With all due respect, Doctor. But there are no other people like me in this school. I don't really enjoy spending my time with those people, but I have to. I should be in a different program, where I can be challenged." He said with a smug smile.
"Exactly! That is why Commander Chris Bean is here."
"What?"
"Let the commander explain."
Bean shifted in his seat and looked up at Dave.
"Mr. Sheerin, remember that History presentation you did back in November?"
"No, sorry. I've done a lot in that class."
"That's understandable. This one was on the Somalia affair and the Paratroopers. Your thesis was that it was leaked to the media for one reason: to disband that regiment. Your theory was and I quote 'The only reason for this to have happened is quite clear, if you look at what was happening in the DND at this time. They were cutting back, and what better way to cut a lot of money without public scrutiny, you have an affair like what happened in Somalia.' Well. This essay was sent to the Department of National Defense, by the head of the History Department. And to be blunt, it scared us. You were 100% correct, and if this was leaked to the media, the results could be horrifying." The Commander said with a straight face.
"And your point is?"
"It scared us so much, that we decided that we would like someone like you in our department. If you join us, you'll be given the rank of Lieutenant Commander, and you'd have all the privileges that comes with that rank."
"And what would I be doing in this department?"
"I'll tell you if you agree."
Dave looked around the office.
"What would my salary be?"
"You'll start off at the base salary of $160 000. This will increase after your first mission."
"Can I have some time to think about this?"
"Of course, just don't tell people about it."
"Okay. If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to class."
He turned and walked out the door.
* * *
"And see that school over there." Harkness said pointing a big school, which had arches in the front. "That's my old High School. RH King Academy." He said while he was walking hand in hand with Michelle.
"Ah, I see." She didn't sound too enthusiastic.
Michelle placed her hand on her stomach and started to rub it a bit.
"You hungry?" Charles asked.
"No, not really." Michelle said with a smile, unaware that her fiancé noticed her hand.
"Then, what's wrong?" He asked in a concerned tone.
"I don't think anything is, just the last few days, I've been a bit nocuous and had cramps. But I'm sure it's nothing." She said with a reassuring smile.
"I'm sure it is, but I don't anything to happen to you. You'd better get back up to the ship. We haven't found anything."
"Is that an order, Admiral?"
"If it has to be, yes." He said with a smile. Charles looked across the street at the parking lot for the high school.
"Oh, shit!"
"What is it, sir?"
"It's him." Harkness pointed to a man walking out of the school, wearing a naval uniform.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I'll never forget his face." Harkness turned his back to Bean, and pulled out his COMM badge.
"Harkness to Toronto."
"Toronto here." Came the filtered voice of Lieutenant Jenkins.
"Jenkins, we've located Bean," Harkness said in a light tone.
"Good, sir."
"Jenkins, send down a team, I want you to lead the team, and follow him. You better haul ass, if you don't want to lose him."
"Aye, Admiral. Jenkins out."
Harkness hit his COMM badge again.
"Harkness to Toronto, 2 to beam up."
With that, the two of them were engulfed in a blue energy field.
End Act 3.
Act 4.
Doctor Michelle England walked into sick bay. A nurse walked up to her and handed over a PADD.
"Thank you, Ensign Parks." Michelle said as she took the PADD.
She scrolled down and read the reports on the various men and women in sick bay at this time.
The CMO continued towards her office, she looked around at her sick bay, and was proud of her medical staff. She walked into her office and sat down behind the desk. Michelle leaned back in her chair, and picked up one of the PADD's that was on her desk. As she read it, she felt a slight pain in her stomach and a little bit nocuous.
"Shit," she said aloud.
Looking around her office, she saw a medical Tri-corder sitting on the right corner of her desk.
Michelle leaned over and picked it up. As Michelle looked at the instrument, she didn't want to scan her self, just in case something was wrong with her. She finally got up the courage and opened the devise and scanned her self. The Tri-corder beeped a couple of times, as it gave its diagnoses. She let a sigh go as she looked at the panel.
"Oh, shit." Was all she managed, as she placed the Tri-corder back on the desk, and hit her COMM badge.
"England to Admiral Harkness," she said to the air.
"Harkness here, what can I do for you, Doctor?"
"Well, Charles. Remember that pain you had me check out. Well, the results are in." She said with a smile.
* * *
Captain Larson walked down short hallway that lead to the captains ready from the bridge, as she reached the door, she stopped and rung the bell.
"Come," the filtered voice of her Commanding officer came though the COMM channel as the door slid open.
Larson walked in and was greeted by her Commanding Officer and friend.
"Captain Larson. Come in please." Harkness said with a big smile as he gestured for her to take a seat opposite of him. He was still in the 20th century clothing. He liked it, and Michelle thought it suited him.
"Thank you, admiral." She said as she took her seat.
"So, what can I do for you, Melissa?"
"Well, Admir-"
"Call me Charles," he said with a big smile.
"Well, Charles. Since I was promoted to Captain, I think it's save to make the assumption that I'll be given my own Command after this mission." She said with a little regret in her voice. In her time aboard this massive battleship, she had fallen in love with it.
Charles smiled. "Yes, I think you will make a great skipper. You've also made a great first officer, and it'll be a shame to lose you."
"Thank you Admiral, you've been my friend since we met on the Ontario, and I wanted to tell you something before I was transferred."
"What is that?"
"That, umm, how do I say this." She coughed in an attempt to regain her thoughts. "Charles, you have become a mentor to me and a Seagate father, I just wanted to tell you this before we parted company."
Charles sat there in shock, "well, Melissa, I never knew I meant so much to you. I of course valued our friendship, but I never expected that you thought of me as a father figure. All I can say, is that I'm honored, and I thank you."
Larson just smiled. "It's no problem." She laughed a little.
Harkness thought to himself for a second.
"Melissa, now that you consider me a father, how would you like to hear the big news I got 15 minutes before you walked in the door."
"Sure, I'd love to hear anything." Larson said with a smile.
"Well, I'm sure your aware of the relationship between Doctor England and myself, correct?"
"Yes, Charles."
"Well. I just received some good news from her, she's pregnant."
Melissa eyes lit up, and she jumped into the air. "Congratulations, Charles." She extended her hand.
"So, I guess you'll be getting a serigate sister or brother." Charles said with a smile laugh.
"I guess so. I think this deserves a toast." She walked over to his Replicator.
"How about some bubbly?" She asked.
"Oh, not that replicated crap." She stopped and walked back over to the desk, a little disappointed.
Charles swung his chair around and hit the little panel that was directly behind him. He punched in a code and the little hidden compartment opened up beside the panel. Charles reached in and took out 2 glasses and a bottle of Champaign, vintage 2250, from France.
"My god, Charles, now that's OLD champagne." Larson said looking at the bottle.
"Yeah, it is. I won it in a poker game back in '62, I've had it ever since. I won it off Captain MacDermott, skipper of the Missouri. He said to me, not to drink it alone and to only drink it on a special occasion." Harkness said as he uncorked the bottle and poured its contents into the glasses.
"To your baby, Charles," Larson proposed the toast.
"To my child," with a 'clink' they toasted the unborn child.
They took a sip of the sparkling wine.
Larson smacked her lips together. "That's good champagne."
"That it is, my young friend."
Harkness smiled, and looked around at his ready room.
"You know, about that command. I bet you'll get the Toronto."
"What do you say that, Charles?" Melissa was surprised to hear that.
"Well, think about it. I've just been promoted to Admiral, and I doubt many Admirals have command of the biggest ship in the fleet, they usually command the old Excelsior vessels, not the state of the art, Toronto Class. In a couple of weeks, hell, a couple of days, this might be your office, and you'll be sitting here." Charles said in a sober voice.
"Well, Captain, I could never replace you nor would I ever try, I could only take over from where you left off."
Harkness smiled at that thought. "Do go kissing my ass, if it were up to me, you'd still be a Commander and my XO." They shared a laugh.
Then the Admirals Communicator beeped, and sighed and hit his COMM badge.
"Harkness here." He said to the air.
"Captain," the filtered voice of Lieutenant Jenkins came through, "we've got the Commander Cornered in a shopping mall. Request further instructions."
"Stand your ground Lieutenant; I'll be down in a minute. Harkness out."
He looked at his XO, "Duty calls, you have the bridge, Larson."
"Aye, Admiral."
They both got up and walked towards the door. On his way out, Charles picked up a type II phaser and put it in his pocket.
* * *
Charles walked towards his young officer who was sitting causally in the food court of the mall. She acknowledged his approach by nodding and gesturing for him to sit down.
"Ah, Kristina," he said, trying to keep their cover. "Where is he?"
"Charles, he's sitting over there," she pointed to a man wearing blue jeans and green tee shirt sitting at a table eating a slice of pizza.
"Ah, I see he still likes pizza." Charles observed. "Where are our people."
Jenkins just looked around at several people, who looked like normal people going about their business, the only difference between them and the regular people, was that they had a type II phaser set to kill in their pockets.
"He's getting up." Jenkins said into her communicator.
"I'll follow him. Rest keep at least 5 meters away."
"Aye, sir." Jenkins said as he commanding officer stood and started to shadow Bean.
Charles walked 5 meters behind him; he blended in quite well with the other people in the mall. The traitor acted as though he was unaware of the presence.
Bean continued walking, he past several stores and glanced in at the window. He then made a right turn and started down a hall towards the men's room. Harkness followed.
He turned the corner to see Bean holding a Cardassian Phaser.
"Ah, it's my good friend, Charles." He said with a sneer.
"Hello, Christopher." Was the only thing Charles could say. He had has hand in the pocket with the phaser and got a grip in the handle.
"What brings you to 20th century Toronto?"
"Nothing much, Chris, just to arrest your ass."
"Oh, you do realize that you're talking to a superior officers, Captain Christopher Bean. So I'd watch that tone of voice."
Charles laughed. "Actually, you're the one who should be careful, Captain, as of yesterday, I was promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral."
"Well congratulations, Admiral. But I suggest you leave now."
"Yeah right!" Harkness said in a sarcastic tone. "Look, I hear by place you under arrest, for the theft of the USS BISMARCK."
Bean started to laugh out loud.
"You don't understand, do you?"
Harkness stood there puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not working for the Dominion. I'm an officer in Section 31, the most elite group in the Federation, and you've just stumbled in on the biggest break we've had in a long time."
This really pissed off Harkness.
"YOU MEAN YOU WERE WORKING FOR US, WHEN YOU STOLE THE BISMARCK, AND FORCED ME TO KILL 40 OF MY MEN? YOU BASTARD!" Charles ran towards him and punched him square in the jaw. Bean flew back and hit a crate. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Harkness pulled out his phaser, and set it to kill.
"I SHOULD KILL YOU NOW!"
Hearing the fight from outside the hall, Lieutenant Jenkins ran in.
"Admiral!" She yelled at Harkness.
Harkness looked back and calmed himself down. He was breathing hard and walked away from Bean.
He quickly turned his head to see 5 Cardassians beam in; all holding Phaser rifles.
Harkness dove behind a crate and fired a shot, which hit the first Cardassian right in the chest and vaporizing him.
The rest of the Cardassians fired phasers randomly. The rest of Harkness's crew hit the deck and returned fire.
Bean rolled over and fired a single shot and killed the second Carddy.
Charles moved from behind his crate and fired a couple shots, which missed their targets, half way across the hall; he was hit and fell to the ground. The reaming 2 Cardassians ran to him and activated their Transporter. In a blink of an eye, Admiral Charles Harkness was gone.
Running from the back, Jenkins yelled "Admiral!"
Bean turned back to her. "He's gone, we'd better get up to the ship, now!"
"But what about the Admiral?"
"Forget about him. We'll get him later. We have to get to your ship now!" Bean said in a calm voice.
"Aye." Jenkins panted.
End Act 4.
Act 5.
Captain Bean walked on to the bridge with Jenkins. Jenkins led him over to Captain Larson.
"Captain," Jenkins called, in a sorrow voice.
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"I have someone who wishes to see you."
Larson swung around in her chair.
"And you are?" she asked.
"I am Captain Christopher Bean, Section 31, Starfleet."
"Jenkins, why isn't this man in shackles?"
"Listen to him."
"Look, For the last 5 years, I've been working with Section 31, and it was my orders to hijack the USS BISMARCK, if you don't believe me, call up my records. At the bottom of my file there should be an alphanumeric code. It should be. 'Gamma-Echo-Charley-3-4-6-1-Bravo', that's my serial number in Section 31." He pleaded with Larson.
"I don't care. All I care about right now, is, what the hell." She noticed something. "Where is Admiral Harkness?"
Jenkins sighed. Bean took a deep breath. "Admiral Harkness has been captured by the Cardassians. They have a cloaked ship in orbit; he is probably being interrogated right now by Gul Leranal. But that isn't our biggest concern, there is a reason why we came back, and I'll tell you what my mission was, and together we can stop those bastards from fucking up the time line!" Bean was close to yelling. Even though he alienated his friendship with Harkness, he still considered him a very close friend.
* * *
Charles Harkness woke up looking through water that was coming over his face. All he could see was a blurred room. The water, was burning his eyes, it must have been wastewater. He tried to turn his head, but it hurt too much. He slowly looked up at his right arm, which was being held to the back of the waterfall by a shackle, which was cutting into his flesh. At that moment, Charles felt an incredible pain from his wrists and ankles. The chain had ripped the flesh open and the putrid water was flowing into them.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He yelled to no avail, no one was there to hear him.
He screamed again.
Just outside the door, were 2 Cardassian security guards sitting down and enjoying the torment of their prisoner.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He yelled again. The walls damped the sound, but it was still very loud.
The sound echoed down the long dark hallways of the Cardassian ship. Admiral Harkness's plea's for help fell on deaf ears.
At this moment in time, the only thing on his mind was getting back to the Toronto.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The sound bounced around the empty halls?
To be continued, next season. Thanks, for reading.
End.