Star Trek: Defiant

"Power Play" - Part Five

Written by Valas Maerret

Commander MacBreandain was pulling bridge duty this afternoon.

"Come on, Chad," he said to Commander Mackowick, "there has to be something out there."

"Nothing," the preplexed helmsman replied. The two had been looking over their new course heading, trying to figure out where they were headed.

"We're headed nowhere," Chad stated, giving up.

Cullyn wondered what was running through the good captain's mind. One minute they're on patrol in sector 219. Next minute their headed out into desolate space at warp 7.

It was then that the captain, accomponied by Takila Shuriik, entered the bridge.

Cullyn approached the captain. "Sir. I have a question for..."

"Not now," the captain interrupted as he hovered past MacBreandain. "Mr. Mackowick, could I see you in my ready room." Bridges headed into his ready room, Shurrik close behind.

Chad and Cullyn exchanged looks. Then Chad made his way to the ready room doors. The doors opened, and he entered, the doors shutting behind.

* * *

Lebin had the bridge when the doors opened again.

The three occupants exited. Chad walked directly to the helm and relieved the officer there, without a word to anyone. He went about his business as if nothing odd had happened.

Lebin watched carefully as the captain and Shuriik left the bridge. He didn't like being left in the dark as to what was going on. He hoped the captain had everything under control.

* * *

0900 hours. K'larn watched on as Shurrik, Bridges and Commander Jen left the captain's ready room. The three settled into their bridge positions. The captain relieved K'larn.

As he was walking away, the Klingon turned to the captain.

"Sir, I," he sounded like he was going to ask a question, but thought better of it. "Good morning, sir," he said formally as he left.

"Have a pleasant day, K'larn," the captain responded in his usual way, with his usual smile. Maybe everything was in order. But then again, maybe not.

K'larn left the bridge and headed off to Lebin's quarters. He thought that they should at least keep each other informed.

* * *

"I'm glad its not just me that's crazy," Lebin answered K'larn. "What do you suppose it going on?"

The Klingon shook his head. "I do not know. I see members of our crew go into the captain's ready room, and when they come out, hours later, they refuse to mention anything that went on inside."

"Yeah," the Trill replied, as he looked down in thought. "Cullyn worked a shift yesterday, didn't he?"


"Before we start jumping to conclusions, let's go find out if he knows any more than we do."

* * *

MacBreandain was sitting in eight-forward, getting a bite to eat. It was something exotic and non-replicated that was being served tonight. He hadn't the slightest idea what it was, other than it being crunchy and good with ketchup.

"What's up," he asked as K'larn and Lebin sat down at his table.

"Anything odd happen during your shift yesterday?" Lebin asked quietly.

"If you mean my bridge shift, no. Not that I recall."

"You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary with the captain and Mak?" K'larn asked.

Cullyn glanced at them nervously for a second before looking back down to his food. "Its probably nothing," he answered confidently, taking another bite.

"But surely you know what we're talking about," K'larn remarked.

Cullyn had an uneasy look about him. He did not answer.

Lebin sat back in his chair, eying MacBrendain. "Have you seen the captain privately lately, Cullyn?"

It was then the three noticed a figure approach their table. They looked up to see Shuriik hovering over them.

"Mr. K'larn," the Novachron stated evenly, "the captain would like to see you in his ready room."

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