The Plan - Chapter 20

NOTE TO READERS: There is no such thing as the "Intergalactic Humanitarian & Sentient Species Act".


Free Enterprise  -  The Plan - Chapter 20


Captain Tyr Anasazi sat at his desk, hands steepled before his face, looking very much like the one of the Ancient Vulcan Masters. That is, if they had chocolate brown skin, sported three foot long dreadlocks, and were Nietzschean.

He was quietly listening to his command staff's arguments as to what to do with their Vulcan prisoners. The Insurrection's assignment was to continue on said course to Deep Space Ten, pick up supplies and some additional personnel who were waiting there.

Even at top speed, this meant that their so called guests would have to stay on lock down for approximately two and a half weeks. That meant two and a half weeks until they were officially turned over to Starfleet authorities and dealt with. Tyr wanted them the hell of his ship now!

A dispute had arisen as to whether Team Solon should be allowed to stay in the brig ( which meant very close quarters ) or confine them to quarters in the VIP Quad. There they would have more room, more amenities, but still remain confined. According to the Inter Galactic Humanitarian and Species Act, prisoners had the right to some amenities. Within reason, of course.

Privately, Tamarra was hoping Tyr would space them.

"Aside from being against Starfleet regulations, there was enough trash and junk floating around in space." she thought. Suddenly Tyr cleared his throat, and everyone stopped their conversations.

“Thank you for your input. Now, please leave us.” He said. Everyone immediately got up and began to file out, Tammara included.

“Commander McPhearson. . . .” she froze and turned at the sound of her name. “You stay.” he continued. Tamarra glanced at Khan as she sat, and his whiskers were pulled back. That was a good sign.

“I recall receiving a daily transmission alerting me that Fleet Admiral Haxhis and her battle group will be performing maneuvers in the area.” Tyr started.

“And you're going to reach out to her to get clarity before you space Team Solon.” Khan finished.

"Phooey!" Tamarra thought.

“Affirmative.” Tyr replied.

“Pardon me for speaking, Sir, but you didn't need me to make that decision.” Tamarra started.

“I want you here as a witness. Even though Solon and his people were agent provocateurs, according to the Intergalactic Humanitarian & Sentient Species Act, they were treated with dignity and respect.” Tyr replied, as he gazed at her. The meaning was very clear, if Tyr ever was brought up on charges, at his trial, she would be a witness for his defense.

“Of course, Sir. It would be an honor, Sir.” she replied. With that assurance, Tyr made the call.

It just so happened that Haxhis was in her quarters when the communication came in from Tyr. She blinked her amber eyes at him, pulled her whiskers back in a big smile and chuffed herself silly.

“Oh my Divine! Look what the cats dragged in!” she managed to say before she chuffed again. Tyr couldn't help but smile and laugh himself. They spent a good ten minutes commiserating about the Academy days. When Tyr had his left foot on the proverbial banana peel, and the right foot out of the door.

“Now, I know you didn't call just to talk about the good old days, Captain.” she said, which put the kaibosh on the levity. Tyr spent another ten minutes explaining the situation to her.

“Tell me, what is your heading?” she asked. He told her. And she told him hers. It turned out, they were only a few hours away from each other, give or take a few course adjustments.

“Here's what you do, Captain. Maintain your original heading and we will adjust to meet you. I will see you in approximately four hours.” Fleet Admiral Haxhis said. Then signed off.

“Oh my! Oh my! She's coming here! Oh my . . . . .” Khan was suddenly all aflutter. As aflutter as a 250 pound Katay could be.

“Is he going be okay?” Tamarra asked, Tyr.

“He will recover. It's just that . . . . . . Haxhis is his idol . . .” Tyr whispered. “As long as he does not grovel. . . .” he thought.

“This is going to be very interesting!” Tamarra thought.