Unfortunate Departure

Posted on Thu Dec 6th, 2012 @ 4:45am by Brigadier Akima
Edited on on Thu Dec 6th, 2012 @ 4:45am

Mission: The Struggle Within
Location: SB900 -- Deck 10 -- Akima's Quarters
Timeline: Current

It was now just over 52 hours since Rick had gone missing. Brigadier General Akima of the Klingon Intelligence Forces had been in and out of the command deck hoping to hear something, but so far it was quite the opposite. And not only had Rick, Commander Hawke and the thug gone missing, but now it was being reported that yet another officer was missing from the station. Akima wondered just how her people would have handled this sort of thing.

She harrumphed. "Probably abandon the damn station and build another one elsewhere," she said aloud. Not ever having been in the habit of speaking to herself, her upper lip curled. "He's rubbing off on me."

Taking a book from the shelf she made herself comfortable on the couch to pass the time. With Rick gone she did not feel the need to do much of anything, especially nothing work related. The intelligence services could go to hell as far as she was concerned. What she was doing now, however, was geared more toward distraction. She didn't want to think about how she would handle finding out that he had, in fact, been killed in whatever this accident was.

"Computer, continue my last audio file, volume at sixty-five percent," she said just before the music blared in the room around her.

What she didn't notice, however, was the notification on her desk console to let her know that a message was incoming. Some twenty minutes passed and finally she was tapped on the shoulder.

With a swift move, she pulled the arm forward and down and had a knife to the throat of the unwanted party. It was her aide, Ko'r'tch'e.

"Computer, discontinue music!" she yelled. "What the hell are you doing in my quarters!" she demanded as she loosed his arm which made him fall to the floor.

He sprang up ready to defend off another attack that did not come. "My apologies, General, General Mog'han has been attempting to contact you at your desk for twenty minutes. When I came to the door I demanded that base security open your door for fear that you had been attacked."

"Hoping is more like it," she said as she shoved him out of the way. "Fine. You've done your job, now get out!"

Once she was sure he was gone she opened the communication panel and tapped the controls. Her boss, General Mog'han, was on the screen.

"Akima! Why do you make me wait? I could have you tortured for being so lazy," he spat.

"I was not being lazy, General," she countered, "and how dare you accuse me of such! I will cut your balls off for that slight to my honor, and you know that I can!"

There was a tense moment, but finally Mog'han roared with laughter. "You certainly do have a way with words, granddaughter! It's no wonder you have never been able to keep a mate."

"It's because they were all soft, grandfather. None of them were warrior enough to handle me."

He shook his head. "That, I can believe. How do you fare?"

"Cut to the chase, grandfather," she said, rolling her eyes. "You don't call unless something is going on." She snapped her fingers. "Out with it."

"Always direct and to the point," he said. "Fine. Pack your bags. You're coming home."

Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. No. There was no way in ghe'tor that she was leaving. Not without finding out what happened to Rick.

"No," she said flatly. "There's no way in ghe'tor that I'm leaving. Not without finding out what happened to Rick."

"Who?"

"The...station's commander. Along with his first officer and some scumbag," she said noncommittally, as if she were only interested in passing. "They were all three in the Admiral's office and just disappeared."

"Hmmm, interesting. But it makes no difference. You are coming home, immediately."

"Grandfather, I will not!" she argued, desperately trying to think of some reason, without having to tell him of their relationship. "I--I..."

"You will not argue with me on this, Akima!" he roared, this time not joking. "I have already sent a ship to retrieve you and your men! It will arrive this afternoon and you will be on it!"

She waited, hoping for another laugh, inwardly begging for him to smile and say "gotcha!" It never came.

Swallowing hard she nodded. "I will be on the ship, grandfather. Please forgive my impertinence."

His features softened a bit, something only another Klingon would have been able to notice. "My granddaughter does not apologize," he growled, but not as loudly. "Not even to me. Now, pack. If you're not on that ship I will come after you myself." Without waiting for a response he disconnected the comm.

The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing. She worked herself into a frenzy. "Damn! Damn, Damn DAMMIT!" she said, pounding her fist into the console with each word. Feeling wet on her hand, she looked down and saw blood.

Screaming in anger the top of the desk was cleared when her muscular arm swept across it. She threw a vase, upturned the sofa and put a large dent in the front of the kitchen oven. Finally, she stopped and slid down the bedroom wall, growling. If she could have cried, a river would flow.


* * * Deck 10 - Transporter Room * * *

She stood alone on the transporter pad, her men gone several hours ago. The ship's captain was getting impatient but he dared not dishonor a Brigadier General, much less Brigadier Akima, the granddaughter of General Mog'han. She threatened to not only cut his balls off but to shove them up his ass with his bridge crew watching. This particular captain knew she could do it, too. She'd beaten him badly in a fight twelve years ago and didn't want a rematch.

"General," the transporter chief prompted. "Ma'am, I--I'm sorry, but...you've been standing here for ten minutes." He paused, afraid to go one, but he mustered the courage. "I can come back if you need the room."

Her eyes flared momentarily. No one was to speak of her personal life, or even allude to it, or think that they knew anything about it. But she was too sad to care, now. Finally, she said, "Thank you, Chief. You may transport me now."

With a nod, he half-smiled. "Transporting now, ma'am."

As the beam took hold, and the room began to disappear, her mind was still on Ricky Wegener, the only human male she'd ever found even remotely interesting. And he was one in a million.

She hoped that the data PADD she'd had delivered to his room would do for an explanation.


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Brigadier Akima
Leaving Without an Explanation