Kelly coyly flirted with the Starfleet junior ensign as the packages were loaded aboard the supply shuttle. She is dressed in her Starfleet skirt uniform and showing more leg than regulations strictly allow. The Ensign has a smile as wide as the sun and is completely distracted by the pretty Lieutenant. They stand in the loading bay of Star base 38, surrounded by cargo crates, loading bots and Starfleet shuttles.
“I’m not sure I can get leave then, perhaps we could keep in touch though? Where are you posted again?” The ensign enquires of Kelly.
Kelly uses her weapons of mass distraction on him and sticks out her chest. Ensuring his attention is on her body and not on her reply to his enquiry and certainly not on the packages currently being loaded aboard the shuttle.
“Deep space 17” she lies quickly and keeps it short and ambiguous. She watches the last of the packages being loaded and nods to his data pad “That’s the last of the cargo for the Gibraltar; you can issue the departure orders now”
“Hmm?” the ensign blinks and looks around “Ahh yes the cargo, indeed” he taps his pad several times and the shuttle door closes, the engines slowly whine into life and he taps his commbadge.
“Control this is cargo bay 3, USS Gibraltar resupply shuttle ready for departure”
Kelly waves at the ensign and begins to walk back towards the main turbolifts as the Ensign completes his conversation with Control and the shuttle begins to depart. He waves in earnest to her, hopeful he will see her again sometime.
She obliges him with a quick wink and steps behind a pile of cargo crates out of his view. Walking with the purpose of one searching for a particular crate, she hums to herself and smiles to those she passes, finally finding a quiet little spot, she pulls out her comm badge and whispers a few words of Klingon into it. Slowly she dematerialises as she is beamed out.
She re-materialises on her Klingon bird of prey and is met by Lieutenant Klap her first officer, one of the few Klingons she had learned to trust aboard the ship, she smiles as she sees him.
“Mission accomplished, the Tribbles should be aboard the Gibraltar before departure for her mission, and the crates will disperse them at timed intervals to allow full infestation to occur to all areas of the ship,” she says stepping off the transporter pad and doing the customary checks that she had everything in the right place. Originating from a pre warp culture and sometimes unsure of the wonders of technology, she still didn’t entirely trust it. Always checking her fingers and toes were still attached after a transport and frequently marvelling at the Klingon replicator that has a variable slide setting for her blood wine toxicity and strength of Raktajino coffee.
Klap nods and passes her a data pad as they exit the transporter room and walk towards the bridge.
“We picked up another subspace transmission whilst you were away, It seems the Romulans have dispatched a search vessel too, a Captain Door in command”
Kelly glances at him “Door?” She furrows her brow trying to comprehend the Romulan parents that chose that name. She sighs and gives up.
“So we have Ferengi, the Federation and now the Romulans all hunting for the Carolina as well as the rest of the crew. It’s getting awful crowded in my sky. We’re going to have to take some of them out of the equation.” She theorizes as they walk up a short flight of stairs.
“Also Captain, those co-ordinates you gave us, we scanned the entire sector, Aside from one sub space relay station, we found nothing at all.”
“Blue must be using it to relay the messages to his clones, If we follow the signal it should lead to his cloning facility. If not we can at least destroy the relay and inhibit his communications for a while. Send a message to Klingon high command, assign this relay station as hostile, we can then track the signal and they can destroy it for us” she orders.
“Aye Captain” Klap replies, He stops as they pass the officer’s quarters. “Err Captain, it might be best to change your Uniform before taking command, the crew doesn’t like Terran clothing remember?” he politely reminds her.
Kelly clicks her fingers and pivots on her heel, walking back towards and past him, entering her quarters.
“Well reminded” she says as the door swishes shut. She had no wish to kill more crew than she had done already. If only they would learn that they can’t kill her everything would be fine. However Klingons love a good fight she mused.
She glances out the small window at the Star base nearby and watches as the Gibraltar clears her moorings and moves to depart. She waves to its departure.
“Have fun Bobby” she giggles and begins to change uniforms.
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