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Tick Tick Boom….The Brig…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted Aug. 6, 2022, 1:08 p.m. by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Tick Tick Boom….The Brig…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Tick Tick Boom….The Brig…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Tick Tick Boom….The Brig…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.
Materializing in the Brig was a shock for both Jessa and the three-man security team in it. Internal beaming on the ship was almost non-existent and only used in extreme situations. This caused the officers in the room to pause for a second as they processed the individual covered from head to toe in a slivery metal armor complete with a helmet. The face plate of the armor was opaque not allowing for any of the three guards on duty to catch a glimpse of the individual who was inside.

=/\=Command we have an intruder=/\= one of the voices called out only to be met with silence. Across the levels of the ship, the comms agent on the bridge was successfully diverting any internal chatter to Aimee’s control center instead of it’s intended target.

Jessa took half a heartbeat to recite the words to give her strength. “You can’t stop me. So who is going to stop me,” she whispered in her head thinking back on what Adar Vyce drilled into their heads at school.

“Freeze,” a voice called out as they simultaneously drew their phaser and shot at the armored intruder that had beamed into the center of the room. Nothing about the intruder said to give it a warning shot. The shots bounced off what would appear to be a shielding that rippled and absorbed the blast. For those that ever fought the Borg, it would seem to be similar as if the shielding was almost living and absorbed and learned from the assault. The blast did not appear to be strong enough for the attacker to even wobble slightly. This was problematic since the security chief left orders that anything that appeared to be a threat was to be taken down with extreme force.

The split second it took for the three security officers to understand the shot was utterly ineffective gave Jessa the precious second to retaliate. Raising her hands, she made a sweeping action from out to in so that her hands were now centered directly and pointing at the men.

Sharp expletives filled the room as an invisible force seemed to rip them from their feet and scoop them up like a stack of wood. Jessa knew the shock was only going to be momentary. These men were highly trained and without the assistance of Aimee Rian and the XO, she never would have been able to get past the door and the platoon of men lining the hall behind a thick metal door.

Snapping her hands into a fist, Jessa yelled out the words, “contain and restrain”. Small ports opened on her knuckles spraying a thick oily substance onto the men. While it at first appeared to be only droplets, the black spray seemed to increase exponentially growing and thickening to an iron-clad ooze preventing their hands or bodies from moving. It completely immobilized the men moving at the same speed up and down from their torsos.

Jessa tapped the side of her helmet and looked at the man with fear and anxiety in her eyes. “Please please stop struggling. It is not going to hurt you I promise. It is what we use for crowd control and restraint. I am going to hurt you.” She moved towards them feeling her heart pound trying to weigh her mission and showing some compassion to the people she just subdued with a flick of her wrist.

“We are not going to hurt anyone. We just want to go home.” Later in the tapes, it would be a psychiatrist’s field day during debriefing. The men bound and incapacitated should have been the passive and pleading ones, yet it was the attacker that seemed to be trying to plead with the men on the floor. Looking at the console, Jessa realized she had no idea what buttons to push to open the cells of the door. If she had any ability to read their language she might have had a chance to decipher the panel. Most of these controls were about keeping people in the cells. The release was usually just a single button but she had no idea where to even start.

Looking over to the men on the floor she bit her lip. “Is there any chance you could help me figure out what to do to open the cells?”

The most senior of the three officers nodded his head as best as he could to indicate he had a response to her question.

Moving over to him, Jessa knelt down next to him. “Retract for communication,” she called out as she touched the officers lips. The oily substance seemed to react to her command and melt back from his lips.

“Have you lost your God Damned mind,” he blurted out with enough authority and power Jessa retracted back slightly. Years of training told him that while she appeared to be the one in control physically she was not mentally prepared for his response. He did not waste the opportunity trying to talk her down but barked another order at her trying to establish what limited control he had of the situation. “Go open the door and lay down your weapons.”

“I can’t. Mardusk has half your army on the other side of the door. If I let them in here someone is going to get hurt,” Jessa immediately responded with a look like the man was half insane.

“Oh sure you can,” the sarcasm dripped from his voice. “If you need help go knock on the brig door and ask for Vinny. I can guarantee he can help you get rid of that weapon.

The Elders knew the second Jessa arrived in the Brig but were careful not to immediately establish the telepathic link with her past a few seconds. The link only worked for a few minutes and there was no point yet to waste that advantage. All three aliens were suddenly on their feet in their cells. The lackadaisical poses evaporated as they paced like caged animals waiting to attack their prey. The seconds left like hours as they waited but were not released. Reaching out Zala Tsu gently probed the girl’s mind and felt rage envelope her. It was not time for compassion or goodwill. The child was too soft. Jessa, do not give them quarter or leniency. They are enemies of the state. Open the door, her voice echoed in all four of their minds.

“I can’t. I don’t know how. There are guards on the other side and I can’t fight all of them without people getting hurt,” she stated out loud as if replying to the man’s unanswered question. It was clear to both the security officers and the Elder’s that Jessa was struggling with her mission parameters. It was also clear she was looking for direction from someone. This was going to be the only chance for the security officers to regain control of the child and the situation.

“Then contact Rinker and he can negotiate the situation,” the security officer’s tone softened but was still as firm as bolts in a hull panel. It was clear she was somehow communicating with another party. The how was not immediately important. What was critical was not allowing her to open the door. The head shrink was down here just hours earlier. It stood to reason Rinker had had some contact with her if he was interviewing the other alien prisoners. While details about the aliens were not widely known past rumor and innuendo, the entire security department knew the child was being held in sick bay and large contingents of the security forces were stationed in and around sick bay.

Do not contact that man, Rogan’s voice blared out in her head. He is deceiving you. You don’t know what they have done to us. Jessa honey you are our only rescue from the pain and torture they have inflicted upon us. Zala Tsu immediately understood what Rogan was setting down as his plan. Zala Tsu closed her eyes and allowed her Divination power to send out feelings of hurt, pain, and anguish. It would not affect the three men Jessa had subdued because Zala Tsu and the others were behind the invisible, opaque wall but Jessa would feel every sensation of being beaten, starved, and sleep deprived.

The emotions slammed into Jessa knocking her back as if she took a full phaser burst to the chest. More and more the information from the meeting with Aimee Rian and the XO seemed to point to a reality she had been isolated from. Jessa looked at the security officer letting the fear and compassion she felt for the man slowly ebb away from her eyes. Tapping the comm badge on her chest she sent an unexpected message no one from the security guards in the room, to the intelligence team running the clandestine mission, to the Elders expected. While Aimee was communicating with her through a comm badge, Jessa’s badge was different. It was the one given to her by one of the agents the first day she arrived. Instead of the message being sent only to the comms agent, it went to Jessa’s intended targets. =/\= Ian and Rinker. I hate you. Why did you lie to me when I trusted you.=/\= her voice blared out of the comm badges worn by both Ian and Rinker.

Suddenly Rinker or Ian’s response was no longer a priority for Jessa or anyone in the room as the opaque doors slide open revealing the occupants behind them. Her face melted from the anger she felt towards Ian and Rinker to sheer panic. The men on the floor might have participated in the torture and suffering of the Elders but the revenge the three of them on the guards would not be equal. Rogan, Zala Tsu, and Da Mu were still drawing breaths. “No,” Jessa screamed out feeling the wave of malice and fury engulf her like a rogue wave. Placing her body in front of the men she pointed her fists at the floor and shot more of the oily substance into a puddle that seemed to grow instantaneously to a dome around the security officers. Her body slammed back into the dome as she felt Rogan reach out and react. Balling her fists, she made a hard sweeping motion to one of the empty cells tossing the bound security officers in their gelatinous bubble towards it. =/\= Close doors three, four, and five,= Jessa babbled out as she tumbled to the ground no longer supported by the oily gelatinous mass that had shielded the men. She had no idea if it worked but it was her only chance to save them.

As Rogan’s hands gripped her armor and hauled her to her feet, she caught the sight of Da Mu slamming his fists onto the shielding that was now protecting the men. Jessa looked at him with both hope and trepidation. She had seen him angry before and at times with her but never the pure fury she felt coming off him in waves. His eyes held a cold, deadly stare as if there was nothing behind them but hate and malice. “Jessa,” he growled out her name savagely before pressing her to his chest in a large embrace. “I thought they had hurt you.”

Jessa relaxed slightly feeling a false sense of security now that she was with her own people. The armor and embrace also shielded the gaze Zala Tsu sent Rogan as she flooded the room with feelings of hope and relief. “No, but we need to move. I have secured allies. They are helping up to get free.”

“Allies that are going to help you say,” Zala Tsu moved with a slippery swagger that accentuated all her biological assets. The tone in her voice was not angry but almost humorous. Hoping up on the console, she sat down as if this was a lounge instead of a highly secured prison complex. “Help us get larger rooms or,” she let her voice trail off. “If this is to be our more spacious living space and the cells or bedrooms I might need to request a redecorator droid.”

Rogan rolled his eyes and took a step back looking at Jessa. The sudden release from his cells clouded his mental acuity for a second until the images of how Jessa acquired the suit flooded into his mind. “You were on the ship?” Pausing for a second he announced with crystal clarity, “They destroyed it. We are not getting home unless we do substantial repairs. Did you bring more weapons?” Jessa moved back from him as she tapped a panel on her breastplate exposing three crystals on rings. “Good girl,” Rogan said kissing Jessa’s forehead as he put one on his finger and tossed the other two rings to the remaining Elders. “Zala, work on opening that door for us sweetheart,” he remarked grabbing Jessa’s arm and tapping a code on it to open another panel in her armor. A hundred of what looked like tiny metal ball bearings spilled to the floor rolling about everywhere. The balls did not stop however but began to clump up and melt together into ever-growing puddles of oily black viscous fluid. “Where did you stick the armor,” Rogan asked Jessa in a neutral tone.


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