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Posted on Wed Oct 4th, 2017 @ 4:32am by Jillian Forst

Mission: Trouble on the frontier
Location: Wyatt Earp - Ass End of Space
Timeline: (Backpost) Before the freighter arrived

It was cold. Deathly cold. The cold that one only seems to feel when they are convinced that this is the end.

Jill felt it. All through her.

The Earp was silent; save a few bulkheads that would creak from stress fractures, occasional beep from the life support system indicating that it indeed was still working, and the random breathed gasps of air coming from Wolf. She had powered down essentially everything in the ship minus minimal life support. She didn't want anyone to know they were there. Lax could still be alive, his pirate forces potentially out for revenge, scavengers looking for a quick score. She wanted no EM signature. Nothing that could alert anyone to their presence. Just life support and an open comm to listen for traffic.

Jill went over the events of the battle in her head over and over. Something didn't seem right, something out of place, she only wished Wolf was there to talk it over with her.

Lax surrendered, wanted to be taken in, they had pulled the Earp in closer to his ship while the Klingons chased down the left over pirates and then the explosion.

By her count it had been about three days of drifting in open space. Three days of rations, three days of making sure Wolf didn't die, three days of going over the events. Was DS12 looking for them? Were they left for dead? Casualties of an unnamed conflict, one in the vast expanse of the quadrant.

The detective turned marine was broken from her trance by the chirp of a comm contact. It was feint, barely audible above the slight hum of the evap unit circulating the air in the cabin, but a chirp none the less.

Another chirp


Louder still

Then the music started, faintly at first, and then louder until it was able to be heard without straining

We had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovey people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealice
We're space truckin' round the the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'

The sound was terrible, she'd never heard such a horrifying noise before, but, it may be her ticket out of there. She tracked the comm link back to its source and found a ship, with the ship she found a beacon signature. Jill pulled the scanner up and looked at the log, cross referencing the beacon versus any known ship. After a few minutes, she hit a match

Federation vessel - SS. Kitash
Class - Decker Class Transport - Tada O Manufacturing
Port of origin - Mars
Destination - DS12
Compliment - 3 Crew - 5 Passengers
Cargo - Machine Parts, Moisture Farming Equipment, Grain
Captain - Mesto Tonard

Jill swallowed deep, and hit the comm button.

"CQ, calling CQ, calling SS. Kitash, please come in." The sound was raspy, it had been three days since she last spoke.

"CQ, calling CQ, calling SS Kitash, please respond."

The song that she hear the only thing over the airwaves.

"SS Kitash, please respond, I need help." Jill pushed the comm button again, the lights on the LCARS panel flickering intermittently.

The song cut out, replaced with the low growl of a human. "This is the Kitash, what do you want?"

"Kitash, I am stranded and in current need of help, if you divert to these coordinates, and haul me and my ship to DS12, I'll make sure it is worth your while."

"How do I know your a pirate, trying to lure me in?" The radio cracked again.

Jill rubbed her face. "If I was a pirate, wouldn't I just attack you? I know where you're at."

"Good point, what is worth my while worth?"

"Come here, get me and I'll tell you, I can't say over open comms. I'm encoding my coordinates now in a data transfer." her fingers moved quickly over the panel, transmitting the information to the Kitash.

"Alright, by my reckon, it will be a few hours." Kitash out.


Jill threw her sack down on the floor of her office. The stale air a welcomed scent. Wolf was safe in the arms of the doctor, the report would be in the Captains hands tomorrow. Now, all that she wanted was sleep. Jill opened the door to her room, landed heavily on the bed, and closed her eyes.


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