Starfleet Academy - First Mission, Out the Gates

Posted Dec. 4, 2022, 3:18 p.m. by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) (David Shotton)

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Next thing the man saw was a sideways image of Natasha as his head was thrust against the bed, a heavy weight of a body on top of him and a hand holding his head down.

“Give me the code, you’re gonna need it too,” Dante said, then looked at Nat. “Baby, come lick his face for me would you?”

Dante Knight, Cadet

“Okay, that’s it. I am so going to marry you,” Natasha said in a slow voice but with a weak smile on her face. Pushing off the table she leaned forward as Dante held the man still. Placing a kiss on his lips, she made sure she exhaled after.

As Natasha’s lips met the mans, he began to struggle and attempt to pull away. He was pinned hard however as Dante’s weight was on him, pinning him down with his hand firmly on top of the mans head and knee between his shoulders. “Oh god no!” The man began to protest, and Dante’s voice joined him. “Hey! I said lick, baby, lick. We really need to go over that list of rules again.” Despite the severity of the situation and Nat looking like she was going to win the Academy Halloween Ball prize for best zombie costume, Dante smiled at her.

“I’m not biting. You only say that when I am biting,” Natasha managed a weak smile before she took a steadying breath. Whatever this version of leprosy was, it hit hard and fast which was why the spread was so incredibly slow for being so infectious. If you immobilized the host, it could not be a vector for the disease.

“That’s because its’ usually me you are licking,” Dante protested, but he returned the smile.

“And you are NOT going to claim that kiss was cheating on you,” she let out a small laugh leaning back on the table.

“Fine,” he sighed. “You can have that one. Now, Mr Man,” Dante pulled the man to his feet by his hair which elicited a squeal of pain from him. “We are going to have a conversation about that code. If not, I’m going to bust it open with your head. Capisci?” The last word was spoken in an Italian accent that sounded exactly like the old Mafia movies.

At the Ministry Building
“And I am telling you that my team is on your planet and you have every ability to find them,” Kelly spoke into the comm with the Commander of the Ministry via comm screen.

“Unfortunately they have gone out of the safe area past the walls, and into the lower city where the protection and influence of our security forces is minimal.”

“So what about those floating pinata’s you call satellites? Are you saying they only transmit GalFlix?” The glib about pinatas might be lost on the man she was speaking with but it spoke volumes to Kelly’s crew.

” I assure you that even our satellites cannot track them there.”

“Oh come on now. We both know that is not true. We gave you those satellites. They can read the print of an ant reading a paper a foot underground. Try again.” Kelly sipped her coffee like this was a casual conversation between friends.

” They do not have the micro tracking chips we place in inhabitants of the lower city, and there are too many life signs for our systems to process. If we had them, we would certainly transfer these crim…inspectors, back to you.” The voice of the man was calm and smooth. Very much too smooth, like he was a well practiced politician reciting something he didn’t believe but wanted everyone else to.

“Oh…oh I was mistaken then. I did not know your satellites were not working. Here let me help you out. Nash load the photon torpedos,” Kelly said smoothly. “When you have them locked…fire.” Kelly did not care if this was the destruction of property or even a hostile act. It would be highly motivating to the people below and that was what she needed.

Nat Daye and Kelly Shultz

“Wait, what are you doing?” The smooth voice of the man hesitated a moment, and it no longer sounded so self assured. “You can’t do that.”

“We are just gonna give them a slight recalibration. You know like when the warp core isn’t humming right to so hit it with a spanner and then it purrs like a kitten.” Kelly made a swirling motion over her head.

“Torpedo loaded and locking in targeting profile,” the smooth voice of Nash sounded behind Kelly, but in his tone was no political sell.

“Wait wait wait,” the mans voice came through again, moments after the ping of the ships computer gaining target lock sounded. “This isn’t needed, we are all friends here!”

“Of course we are. That is why I am not targeting you on the ground,” Kelly said matter of factly as she took a sip of her drink.

“Firing now,” Nash ignored the voice on the comm and pressed the button. A slight woosh, and the viewscreen showed a bright light streaking away from the ship and curving slightly towards a spot above the planet.

------------------ Back in the Lab ------------------------

“Okay, so it was a pity that he lied about the code the first couple of times.” Dante shrugged and held up the hypo of cure towards Nat. Behind him, the locker that the medicine had been in hung open, with two very large and obvious dents in the door. To one side, the man that Nat had infected and Dante had kicked, lay unconscious with a large bump bruise on his forehead already forming.

Natasha smiled and shook her head. “How did you ever get an A in diplomacy 101.” Standing up she felt her knees buckle and the room start to fill with stars. The fever was intense and she was hot to the touch.

Catching her as she sagged, Dante lifted her onto the bio bed and made sure she was steady before he released his grip on her. He never removed his arm however, just kept it there but not holding her firm. “I’ll have you know that the tutors were very impressed with my technique. That and I reprogrammed the test to accept my style of diplomacy.” He smirked at her.

“baby you are burning up, where do I inject you?” He asked as he leaned over her, “Does it matter? There is only one hypo in there and a little bit left in it. Sleepyhead over there can get his own, they’ll have more in the city for themselves.” Lifting the hypo to look at it, he turned his hand slightly as he saw a smudge of colour where it shouldn’t be. Realizing what it was, he swore silently while Natasha wasn’t looking.

Natasha rubbed her neck near her jugular vein. It would be the fastest way to get it in her body without an IV. She had no idea how fast it would work but it should at least stabilize her until they could get back to the shuttle.

“I got you,” Dante took her rubbing her neck as a suggestion and without waiting, jabbed it into her neck and pressed the button.

At that moment out the large window beside them that looked over the slums of the lower city and the people that lived within it, a bright bloom suddenly appeared in the sky. High up, even in broad daylight it was visible and lit up the dimly lit room for a second. “That was a photon torpedo explosion,” Dante frowned. “What the hell.” He lowered the hypo and placed it on the bed as he tried to see what was going on.

Cadet Knight

“Meteor,” Nat said closing her eyes. Lifting her arm she limply let it drape around Dante’s neck as she stood up. Using his body weight, she shifted her arm to his waist to let him try to support her weight.

“Oh no, that was no meteor. I know that explosion. That was a torpe–ooouw!” He looked down as he felt something stab him in the thigh.

Looking down at his hand she picked up the hypo and stabbed him in the thigh. There was not a lot of medicine left in it but even a small dose would stall it some. They needed one of them to be able to walk.

“What are you doing? That was for you.” He protested.

“I gave you cooties,” she tried a weak joke looking at the small dots starting to appear on his skin. “How are you fehhh ling,” she put a hand to his forehead. She was still running a high fever so the heat from her head transferred to his forehead. “I think you have a fever?”

“I feel like the morning after the first night of Hell Week.” Dante admitted, “But still sober. How about you, did that juice make a difference?”

At the Ministry Building

“Oh friend you are so wrong. We can absolutely do this all day long,” Kelly corrected the stuttering man on the other end of the line. “There is even a song for it. Ninety nine satellites up in the sky. Ninety nine satellites. Shoot one down and watch it spread around, ninety eight satellites up in the sky.” Kelly’s lyrics did not match the tune exactly but everyone got the point.

Natasha Daye Cadet.

-------------------Back in the Lab---------------------------

A loud bang on the door announced that they were no longer by themselves, and Dante turned to look at the group of men with Hazmat suits and phasers standing outside the sealed, isolated lab room. “Baby we got company. Nat?” Dante turned to look at her and realizing she was weaker, scooped her up in his arms and held her close to him. “Baby, stay with me. Just a little longer ok.”

As he pressed her into his chest as the men outside began to hammer at the door as others tried to hotwire the controls, he felt her head contact the badge under his stolen Security outfit. Pity it wasn’t working, their communications network was being jammed from off-worlder transmissions. Looking at the window, he tried to work out how much force he would need to jump through it, land on his feet and keep going before the men behind him got through the doors.

Ninety eight satellites up in the sky. Ninety eight satellites. Shoot one down and watch it spread around, ninety seven satellites up in the sky The words filtered through his comm badge and instantly, he recognized the voice. Unfortunately he recognized the singing too, but it was what it was.

“Kelly! It’s Dante!” He yelled out although he knew full well that Kelly would be able to hear him anyway. “It’s good to hear your damn voice, even if you’re singing.”

“Listen, Nat is hurt bad, we need you to beam us out of here but the sickbay has to be isolated and everyone in isolation suits. I got some leftover cure here but no idea how long it takes to work or even if it works.”

Dante Knight, Cadet

Before Dante could finish his comment, swirls of light began to form around his body and slowly deconstruct his molecules until they were re-assembled back on board the ship. Kelly swiveled in the command seat and her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened. “Are you two okay?” Immediately Kelly moved to the emergency medical kit and pulled it from the wall.

Dante stood and looked at her dumfounded, then around the Bridge. “What the hell Shultz!” He yelled, looking at the blotches on his hand. “Why aren’t we in the Sick bay under quarantine? I said Sickbay!”

“No, I heard Nat is hurt bad and you need a beam up,” Kelly snapped looking at her friend. “The rest is insignificant.”

Nat Daye

“No, it really, really isn’t.” Dante was still yelling. “You want space leprosy? This is how you get space leprosy!”

He threw the hypo to Nash and swept Nat into his arms, turning for the turbo-lift. “Out of my way! Space Lepers coming through! Nash get that vial examined and see if we can synthesize more of what’s left. That’s supposed to be a cure but I don’t think its’ done much yet.”

“What do you mean, space leprosy?” Nash asked and glared at Kelly. “Dante where have you been sticking your tongue now? This wasn’t what I signed up for! We were to drop off a VIP on Risa, not get some kind of space virus.”

At that point, the Comm system started beeping and the scanners showed two in-system patrol ships approaching them.

Dante and Nash


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