Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 5
“Hey Leon!” An older, but chipper voice came through the still opening airlock to the station. Despite not being able to see who it was on the other side, he recognized it as the engineering chief, Commander O’Donnell.
Once he was completely revealed, Leon gave a nod to the station commander and stepped through into the docking corridor. “How are you doing Sean?”
Leon could feel an invisible storm of energy around Sean and watched as the commander swayed his weight from foot to foot. He was surprised that Sean had come and met him, and not wanting to insult a powerful ally, he shot him a smile. Continue reading
Read Second Class Supers – Page 59
With everything that Sam had done for Kya, she felt a strong need to get to him quickly. She had no proof that Don was going to be an issue and track her down, but if he did, she didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.
The apartment door was locked. As she pulled her keys from her pocket, she felt a new wave of concern. She considered that Sam might have been intercepted. An imaginary scenario played out in her mind where Kya would have to trade her own life for his. She shuddered and opened the door.
“Sam?” She called out.
No one answered.
Immediately, she locked the door behind her and looked around to see if there was a note or anything to indicate where Sam was. She saw nothing. Her heart was pounding in her ears, as she knocked on his bedroom door. Continue reading
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 4
His vessel was agile and nimble, so it was no surprise that the Sherlock was able to pass through the large bay doors before they were opened all the way. Leon thought he felt a slight reverberation through the hull plating as he cut close to the station’s exit.
Upon reaching the edge of the station’s sensors, he powered up his customizations and his engine efficiency increased to a tenth of a percent away from perfect. He then activated his stealth mode, and a micro-cloaking device. The knowledge that his ship wouldn’t be detected, traced or followed to its destination always filled Leon with a great deal of pride. Continue reading
Read Second Class Supers – Page 57
A feeling of heat spread across Kya’s cheeks. She forced herself to stand as straight as possible. In her mind, she dug deep and mustered up as much confidence as she could. She wanted her next words to be powerful, despite a small voice inside her reminding her that nothing good could come of what she was about to do. “You have no right to go bad mouthing me behind my back!”
“You!” Don Georgetown yelled, his deep voice causing Kya to flinch involuntarily. He took a breath and continued quietly. “You came in here dressed-” He waved his hand at her as though he was pausing to try and find the right words. “Like a child. Streaks in your hair which you knew were against the dress code. Did you think that we couldn’t see them? Jeans or sweatpants, showing up late, improper documentation. Everything you did was to spit in the face of the corporate image. You rebelled every chance you got. You were a liability. I am looking out for the welfare of any company considering you as an employee.” Don’s face went red as he completed his rant, seeming both winded and satisfied, he stopped.
“I don’t need to take this.” Kya said coldly. “You never gave me any respect, why should I-”
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 3
A restless night sleep after studying the specifications and crew reports was expected, but Leon also knew that he didn’t have to be happy about it. Feeling lethargic, he turned to the replicator in his small bachelor style quarters.
“Half litre glass of water. Five degrees celsius.” The glass appeared and Leon drank it down in a single motion. The cool, refreshing liquid was part of his morning routine, having dropped any caffeinated beverages from his day a few years back. Continue reading
Read Star Trek: Secrets – Page 2
Leon sat in his task chair and opened up the specifications of the Raven. Over a thousand pages of specifications, diagrams and engineering notes were at his fingertips. The ship was sleek, a profile that reminded him of a mix of the Defiant class and Talon class and it fit in between in size.
Slightly larger than the Danube class runabout, the Raven was one of the first in the Artemis class of stealth interceptors. Leon couldn’t help but be unnerved at the close quarters the crew, his crew, was going to have to maintain. Just two decks separated the vessel, with the first being dedicated to the bridge, Captain’s quarters, medbay, and mess hall, while the lower deck was set-up for the rest of the crew quarters and engineering. The detailed specifications went on forever, but Leon wasn’t about to command a ship that he didn’t have intimate knowledge of. Continue reading
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Admiral Pine opened a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a PADD. He activated it, and then slid it across his desk towards Leon.
“I don’t know if you even need this, but here are the rest of the specifications for your ship, and profiles on your crew.”
Leon grabbed the thin device, its surface mostly a touch screen display. Already activated, it was displaying a three dimensional representation of the Raven, a small, agile looking ship, with very few amenities. “Sir. If that is everything?” Continue reading
Read Second Class Supers – Page 55
Kya’s jaw fell, her mouth hung wide open. The words felt like a saw ripping through her brain. She turned her body slowly and looked directly at Sam. His face had a look of surprise as well, but when his eyes turned to her own, his expression changed.
“What’s wrong?” Sam said.
“What happened to Myles?” Kya’s mouth went dry. “He’s dead?”
“Yeah, pretty unbelievable isn’t it?” Sam’s attention drifted back to his screens and his eyes scanned quickly as he spoke. “They’ve been playing it on the news all afternoon. They have had a little more information during each of the news reports, and apparently the Chief of Police is going to speak on this broadcast.”
Kya shifted her whole body back towards the display. The muscles in her neck were so tight her head was unable to swivel. Her jaw started to shake uncontrollably as she watched the news report. Continue reading
The slate grey door slid open, and the smug face of Admiral Pine looked back. The Admiral’s office was sparsely decorated, but there were a few random niceties that helped hide its true purpose. A framed picture, which stuck out as old fashioned, sat on the large slate desk displaying an image of the Admiral’s family. Several medium sized, metal models of historical ships were lined up along a shelf on the far wall behind the desk.
Leon strode forward, confident and with military precision. His mind quickly took in as many details as he could. His only option was to sit with his back to the door, something he despised doing, but he also knew it was partly an act of trust. Looking at the ceiling, he spotted the cameras that were traditionally set to record all conversations since the multiple spy incursions and assassinations, but Leon knew that none of them were showing a live feed of the office.
“Good day, Leon.” The Admiral said. A creepy grin slowly opened wide, almost dividing the rest of his face from his very strong chin.
“Sir? I didn’t know we were on a first name basis.”
“Would you rather me call you agent Gabriel or Captain Gabriel?”
Leon wasn’t used to being unprepared, and didn’t like surprises, he held his expression firm while trying to quickly determine all of the potential meanings behind the Admiral’s words. Continue reading
Read Second Class Supers – Page 53
Callidus and Nitor walked ahead of the two Shadow Striders carrying Facillis’ lifeless body. Unlike Amelia’s funeral, there was no smell of death, only the evergreens that surrounded them.
Audentia shuffled along, devoid of any expression, at the back of the group. She was supported by Marge and Kya, her legs almost giving way beneath her as she stepped along the sloping hill.
The group walked in silence the entirety of the way back to the walls surrounding New Eden.
As they arrived at the spotlights, they began to shut down once again, but no rope came falling from overhead. Nitor waved his arms in the air at Scott, who was still standing watch on the wall, and a section of the wall in front of them vanished. Continue reading