Episode 28 - Man Was She Hot

"You see doc, I told you she was up to something crazy."

"Derrick, I don't think it's like that. You don't know Katie like I do."

"Well doc, it wouldn't appear that you know her all too well either. Who is that guy she is talking with, and what the hell are they talking about? And did you see what happened to your best buddy Fogweet? I thought you two were attached at the hip? I'm surprised you didn't get the bump on your head from him being hit."

The doctor and I crouched behind one of the loaders at the entrance of the terminal. Across the floor, at the other end of the terminal we could see Fogweet unconscious on the ground by the lift and Katie sitting at a table with some guy who looked vaguely familiar. I couldn't quite place his face, but I felt like I knew him from somewhere. Regardless of who he was, I had work to do and this guy would not stand in my way.

"I admit, the man knocking out poor little Fogweet pisses me off a bit."

"'Pisses you off' huh? Wow, that's the most emotion I've heard out of you yet. Maybe you wanna' waltz on over there and do something about it? Maybe take that guy out back and show him a thing or two?" 

"Uh... Well, I mean... There's no need to resort to" I was running out of patience and quickly cut the Jerry off, "Yeah, doc, I get it. No need to resort to violence, but we are at a time and place where violence is probably the first, second and third option for dealing with these traders and getting the fusion device back. We've been standing pat for way too long hoping that these Rogarians would simply stumble their way out of the tunnels and into our hands, and time is not on our side."

I looked over at the Jerry and he looked as if he might pass out at any moment, "Listen Jerry, if you need to sit this one out maybe you can go hang out with your girlfriend over there and you guys can work out whatever idiotic plan she has cooked up. But I need to get going and pretty soon at that. I don't know what nonsense she has planned with that guy over there but the device and this mission are far too important to risk on wild cards like these."

"No, no. I'm okay. I promise. While I definitely trust Katie, I too am not sure what this guy has to do with our mission and I think you could use my assistance as well. Your arm has only just healed from the last meeting we had with those traders, and should you get injured again I could be of great service."

I smirked a bit at the idea that I could or would ever need the doc's help especially in an encounter with the traders, but I wasn't going in the mood to argue anymore. I didn't know what the hell Katie was up to and I needed to get down in those tunnels before she could do anything stupid to jeopardize this mission. If she was working against us, well that would be a damn shame. Man was she hot. I really hoped I didn't have to kill her when this was all done.

I grabbed Jerry by his arm and we made our way to the emergency access portal just to our right. I hacked the electronic lock and we entered the doorway. As the door closed behind us I could smell the stench of what must be several of those Rogarians upwind of us. The doc let out a slight whimper and I pushed him forward down the corridor, this was going to get ugly I imagined but we continued on.

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Episode 26 - Enough Waiting Already!

Katie

"Alright, you guys, I'm tired of waiting."  I looked at my Spaceforce chronograph display.  "Sheesh, we've been sitting here for more than a month!"  Jerry pushed his glasses up his nose and coughed awkwardly while Derrick smiled with a patronizing expression.

"I'm good here," he said.  "Good coffee, good raisin rolls.  If you had been down in the conduits like we had, you'd be happy to be sitting around for a few minutes too."

"Fair enough.  Are you rested now?"

"No," Derrick smiled, "I think I need some time in bed.  Interested, Ensign?"

"Hey!"  Jerry jumped up and poked his finger in Derrick's chest.  "Ensign Golden is on duty and so are you.  What happened to saving the Earth, hot shot?"

"I can do that too," Derrick replied swiping Jerry's hand away.  "Hot shot.  I can multi-task.  Can you, Doc?"

"Yeah, I can multi-task."  Jerry's voice grew louder.  "I can save your worthless ass and chew gum at the same time."

"What?" Derrick said.

"What?  This is ridiculous," I sighed, now rising to my feet.  "I'm out of here.  You boys can stand here for another month and fight about whose got more testosterone but I'm going to find a way to lure that trader up into the daylight and get the chip back."  I put my cup and napkin in the recycling bin and then headed out into the terminal knowing those guys, like puppies, would soon follow.  It was just before midnight and the terminal lights had dimmed somewhat.  Only a few tired looking people wandered about as no commercial ships arrived or departed until the next morning.  Overhead, the glass ceiling displayed the vast expanse of stars, Planet Earth, the largest light among them.  I stood watching Earth for a moment, trying to block out the ramifications of her destruction and instead, concentrated on the fragments of a plan that I had been putting together in my mind.  I needed a woman who would attract the trader.  It would be a nasty job, but Spaceforce had made certain I had plenty of money to pay her well. 

"Marla, I love Marla," an off-key voice sang from the doorway of the bar down the terminal.  "Marla, oh Marla, I love you truly!"

Marla.  The triple-breasted Andorian stripper was displayed prominently on the signage right outside.  Her last show had been at 2300.  Maybe, I could catch her before she went home for the night.

"Excuse me," I said to the drunken Martian that was serenading the absent Marla.  He turned his enormous eyes on me for a moment, a giant tear leaking from one of them.

"I love Marla," he told me.  "But she doesn't even know I exist.  I'm just another big headed Martian in the audience, another Bill at the bar."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Bill.

 

"I'm not Bill.  I'm like a Bill."

"You're like a drunk."

"Yeah, I'm that too," he laughed sloppily, his big head swaying back and forth.  "But what else have I got in this life?  Without Marla, I'm nothing.  I might as well just go home and crawl back down my hole."

"Listen, Bill," I started again.

"I'm not Bill.  I'm Fogweet."

"Listen, Fogweet," I tried a third time.  "I need to talk to Marla.  Do you know when Marla comes out?  I've got a job for her.  Do you think she might be interested in making some money?"  Suddenly, his big head lit up the dark terminal like a beacon. 

"Yes," he cried.  "I can give her money.  Every Andorian loves that stuff.  Can I do the job instead?  I'll keep the money and then give it to her.  She'll be so happy, she'll marry me right away."

I wasn't sure I could trust this Fogweet.  On the other hand, we had wasted too much time already.  I really had to get that Rogarian trader up here now.  "Can you go down to the conduits?" I asked.  "I need you to coax that trader up here."  I waved a bunch of bills in front of his head.

"Oh sure," Fogweet scoffed.  "I can do that."  He stood up and swayed on his feet.  He started wobbling to the lift bay.  "I can bring him up here, no problem at all."

"What are you going to tell him?  How are you going to get him to agree to it?"  I followed him to the lift.

"Easy," Fogweet replied pushing the button.  "I'll just tell him, I've got his dinner all ready."

"Okay."  Food was an incentive I hadn't considered as I wasn't sure what Rogarians ate.  "What have you got for him?"

"I have the Rogarian's favorite meal."  Fogweet smiled as he entered the lift and shut the door.  "There's no way he will resist a fresh human girl."

Episode 25 - Katie's Trade Offs

I didn't know why I got stuck on this bloody task force in the first place.  All I wanted was to join my ship and start my career.

"It'll help your career, Kate," Admiral Leung had said signing off the papers that temporarily transferred my assignment.  "Heck, you save the Earth, you can write your own ticket.  You'll be a Starship Captain before you're 35.  You may even make Admiral before 45."  He laughed though I didn't think anything was funny. 

"Seriously, sir?  Save the Earth?"

"Well."  He leaned back in his chair.  It creaked under his weight.  "It could come to that.  We think ARCA will be able to recover possession of the chip but the fusion device will be a little trickier to negotiate.  ARCA, as you know, concentrates its efforts on Earth and Sol.  When it comes to the rest of the galaxy, they basically pretend we don't exist.  You were chosen because of your diplomatic skills in dealing with alien cultures not to mention your firearm rating and pilot cert.  You'll need to befriend the traders and somehow convince them to return the device to you.  Once you secure it, the ARCA agent will arrange a spaceplane for your escape.  Bring the device back here and you're home free."

"You trust him?"

Admiral Leung looked out his window.  A starship floated past tethered by a long cord to the spacebase.  On her tail, the numbers 2732 were visible which meant she was the Excalibur.  A twinge of jealousy washed over me.  The Excalibur wasn't going to be my ship.  I was assigned to the Discovery but the Ex was my second choice.  Now I didn't know if I'd ever make it to either one.

"You'll get there."  The Admiral nodded at the window apparently reading my thoughts.  "Do this and I'll make sure your next assignment will be a vacation for you.  I'll have you inventorying the sickbay or testing software protocols in a lab.  You can sleep late and cut out early, spend your time on the Rec Deck."

"I don't want that," I insisted tearing my eyes away from the ship. 

"What do you want?"

"The bridge.  Navigation and Controls."

He nodded again.  "You got it.  Do your job now."  He shoved my orders across the desk and turned his back, dismissing me.

So here I was in a Starbucks on Mars sitting with the ARCA agent who couldn't manage to lift his eyes higher than my chin and Jerry Waldman, who stared at me as if his life depended on my every word.  I was tempted to take the Glock out of my purse, the one my dad had just given me for graduating the Academy and shoot the both of them.  I supposed that would have been a really bad career move though so I didn't.  Instead, I just tried to smile and find out what they knew.

"I think they're still down in the conduits," Derrick was saying. 

"I don't want to go back there."  Jerry shook his head.  "I don't think Katie should either.  It's not safe."

"You're not assigned to this anyway," Derrick snapped.  "Let the lady decide what she wants to do.  If we go back down, I'll make sure she's well protected."  He smiled broadly.  "You can stay right by me, Sweetheart."

"I'm just saying that we should try to lure the head trader up here instead."  Raising his voice, Jerry half stood up and pointed at Derrick's arm which was hanging at an odd angle.  "Look how well you managed to take care of yourself down there." 

"I don't need to be protected," I hissed, "by either of you.  But, I do agree with Jerry.  Rogarians live in tunnels.  By going down there, we are giving him the advantage.  We need to bring him up here where the simulated daylight will affect their eyesight and make him more vulnerable."

"Rogarians?"  Derrick leaned across the table.  "I thought we were dealing with Martians."

"They're similar.  Genetically they're cousins as we think the Rogarians populated Mars sometime in the last thousand Millenia.  However, Martians are very gentle people whereas the Rogarians can be downright nasty."

"I noticed," Derrick grumbled.

"See," Jerry added.  "Here you've been verbally brutalizing Fogweet for the last few hours for absolutely no reason."

"What's a Fogweet?" I asked.

"Don’t go there."  Derrick rolled his eyes.  "So any idea how we can get him up here with the fusion device?"

"We have to offer him something he wants instead," I replied and pulled a pic out of my handbag.  "He's a 

trader, remember?"

"And what would that be, smart lady?" Derrick smiled patronizingly as I laid down the pic so they could see it.

"Ew," Jerry frowned.

"It or rather she is a female Rogarian.  We need to find someone willing to dress up like this and uh…do that with the head trader.  You guys know any volunteers?"  Derrick and Jerry exchanged glances.

"Marla," they both said.

Episode 24 - Blame Game

I was mildly annoyed with the doctor completely ignoring me and the situation at hand, but when he introduced me this Katie chick, I found my own mind wandering. She was as pretty as any Spaceforce member I had ever seen, her face was like porcelain and her body was like... well let's put it this way, no three breasted martian Marla could compare with who was standing right in front of me. I looked up into her eyes and immediately knew I was gonna' make some time to spend with Katie over here, once this whole interplanetary crisis was over with. I quickly pushed my lust aside and stood to introduce myself.

"Sergeant Derrick Thomas. I work for AR... I work for an agency back on Earth" I began, but she quickly interrupted me; "Yes Sgt., I know who you are. Your reputation is well known at the Spaceforce academy. You seem to have a nose for trouble I hear, and judging from your wounds and the situation you are in the midst of, I can certainly attest to that rumor. Now what I want to know Sgt. Thomas is, what is the Advanced Research and Command Authority doing sending a hotshot like you on a mission where delicate diplomacy is certainly needed?"

"I know right, he is all fists and plasma blades, and I'm all like..." Jerry began to interject.

"Uh, Dr. Waldman?" she barely looked his way when addressing him.

"Yes Katie?"

"With all due respect doctor, please shut the hell up and let me finish speaking with Sgt. Thomas."

"Uh, uh... well, I mean, I was just trying to say..." Jerry's voice quickly trailed off as she gave him a quick glare. I have no idea who this woman is, but if she could get the doctor to shut up simply by looking at him, I was in-love already!

"Now, back to my question sergeant, what is ARCA doing sending someone like you on a mission like this? They are technically not even recognized as a military nor paramilitary agency, and have no jurisdiction in matters such as these."

"Well Ms. Golden... Is it 'Ms.' or 'Mrs.' by the way?"

"It's Ensign to you or if you prefer, you can call me Ma'am.  Now, can we move past your obvious fixation with my breasts and on to the matter of your assignment?"

"Well Ensign Golden, the fact that you have any knowledge of who I am and who ARCA is, is both impressive and troubling at the same time. Why would an ensign, a recent graduate at that, from the Spaceforce Academy be privy to the kind of information you have, and coincidentally, why would you be here on Mars in the middle of what may turn out to be the Earth's most terrifying historical event?"  

She paused for a moment, a sign that she was carefully weighing what to tell me versus what to keep all to herself; "Sgt. Thomas..." 

"Derrick" I corrected her, "just call me Derrick please?"

"Fine, Derrick. I may be just an 'ensign' or 'recent graduate' as you like to put it, but what neither of you know is, immediately after graduation I was recruited into a joint operational task force, whose mission it was to track the alien traders as they attempted to buy or more reasonably, steal the fusion device and use it in a terrorist attack against our planet."

I looked her up and down for a moment, something just didn't seem to right about this woman. I didn't know anything about her, but she knew plenty about me and my mission here. More than made me comfortable.

"Well, it would appear to me Katie, that you and your 'task force' didn't do much if anything to stop these traders from acquiring the fusion device, and were it not for ARCA quietly sending me up here, they would have both the device and the chip that controls it, and would be halfway to the Earth right now, cocked, locked and ready to blow up our little rock. So the answer to your question is simple: I was sent here to do what someone higher up than both you and I knew you obviously could not handle. Is that clarity enough for you on the situation at hand Ms. Golden?" 

I admit the rolling of my eyes was an unnecessary accent to my berating response, but I couldn't help myself. Apparently neither could she, because as I began to sit back down she swept her leg knocking the chair from under me and I came crashing to the ground. She pounced on me like a wild animal and the ire in her eyes was as much frightening as it was stimulating.

"Now listen close, Derrick. You may be top agent back on Earth, but right now there is a situation of catastrophic capacity, and whether or not my team dropped the ball is the least of our concerns. The couple traders you took out back there in the conduit... they were just a teaser of what you have waiting for you if you try and go this alone. Besides the head trader, whom you let escape, and the fifty or so other minions he has looking for you, there are a multitude of other agents from star systems you haven't even heard of all looking for you and that chip in your vest, because us humans are not the only ones who value ultimate power. The amount of devastation that fusion device can create is coveted by just about every life-force in the universe. So if you're done playing the 'blame game', you should get your ass back in your chair and debrief me on what your mission is, whether you have accomplished any of its objectives, and let me help get you and the chip off this red rock in one piece."

"Hey, what about me?" Jerry chimed in, always having the flair for the annoying.

"You  can come too doc, but you better learn to man up if you expect to make it through this alive!"

She climbed off me, grabbed my good arm and helped me to my feet. As I plopped myself back down in my chair all I could think about was what she looked like naked.

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