Incursion, Part III
Somewhere near Gamia III,
Authors: Ensign Sera Williams, Lt. (JG) Amata Zan, Ensign Jeromy Grossnick (played by Jason Beauvoir), Ensign Nikki Barclay (played by Alenis Meru)
Back on the shuttle, the mood was one of tension and confusion. "I've never met him, but that's not Commander Rouse," explained Amata the second the link to the Miranda-class was cut, a little bit of panic slipping into his words, "And that's not the Federation Starship Portland." He took his hand off the back of the pilot seat, which he hadn't realized he was gripping, and pinched his nose and cursed in Bajoran before collecting himself. "Alright," he began, slapping the back of a seat, "Send a distress signal, all frequencies, boost it anyway you can. There's no way we're getting away from this but if we're really lucky, say our prayers and all that phekk, maybe someone will show up to ruin his day. Till then, we stay cool headed and hope they'll bother treating our wounded."
Sera's fingers made a few taps on the pilot's console, then she looked at Amata and said, "Distress signal sent, all frequencies. It's being broadcasted in all known languages. I've shut down all power but basic life support to boost the signal." Turning to Nikki, Sera asked, "Do you think this is the Mirror Universe that Sisko visited that they taught about at the Academy?"
Jeromy looked out the starship though the runabout's transparent aluminium windows. Though it appeared to be a Miranda class, but there appeared to be indications that it had Ablative armor based on that used in Defiant class vessels. He was no expert, but he'd grown up around Starfleet officers/instructors and had learned a few things, and as far as he was aware no Miranda class in the fleet had such tech. "I'd say that was a definite possibility." He said answering Sera's question, even though it hadn't been directed at him.
"In that case," said Nikki, trying to recall her classes, "We'd be the first people from our universe to cross over to theirs within the past fifteen years or so. At least, the first people that Starfleet knows of. Who knows how much has changed in this universe since then?" she asked as the shuttle shuddered, caught in the blue tractor beam of the ISS Portland. "The Terrans seem to have done pretty well for themselves."
With a silent curse, Sera took her hands off the pilot's console. She turned her chair toward the rest of the crew, "There's nothing I can do, the tractor beam is too strong. We'd just burn up the engines trying to escape." With a dejected shrug, Sera responded to Nikki, "A bit too well if you ask me. Our own ship wouldn't even match-up to that." She then looked at the rest of the crew and asked, "What should we do?"
"Nothing, do nothing," solemnly answered Amata, hating space travel and sorely missing the simplicity of planet-side assignments, "When they board make sure your hands are visible." Having only gone to an Academy annex briefly, the security officer was suddenly feeling like the dumbest kid in the class, having no clue what a mirror universe was suppose to be.
Suddenly a thought struck him, "Computer, recognize security clearance, Amata Zan, lieutenant junior grade, assistant chief security officer USS Portland."
"Recognized, BETA - ONE clearance granted."
"Kosst, I'm suppose to be beta - two," the Bajoran pinched his nose, "Restrict all records and controls to beta - one access, with special exemptions for all officers on shuttle manifest, execute Amata alpha pi."
"All computer records have been restricted as per specifications."
Sera looked out the viewport to see the fast approaching shuttlebay of the ISS Portland. It certainly looked like it'd be more than a match for the Starfleet Miranda-class ships that she had learned about, though she had never seen the real Portland. As the ship quiet literally went into the belly of the beast, Sera muttered mostly to herslef, "Well... her goes nothing."
Inside the shuttlebay, Tamara fidgeted restlessly with her phaser. She had long since removed it from its holster. As the bay doors opened and the tractorbeam let the shuttlecraft through the force field. The shuttle came to rest gently on the ground as the docking bay doors closed behind it with a louder thud and hiss sound. Tamara motioned for the security team to take their positions around the exit of the shuttlecraft. She then opened a comm channel to the inside of the shuttle and said in her most intimidating voice, "We have you surrounded. Make this easy on yourselves and come out with your hands behind your head."
"Hands behind your head," repeated Amata to himself, worried at the female voice's request, an experienced officer would want to see their hands, an inexperienced one might get twitchy and fire, and the security officer doubted their weapons were set to stun. He sighed in defeat, “Wait to see what they do with me before following.” Amata reached over Ensign Barclay and activated the shuttle’s external speakers, “Understood.”
Moving to the aft of the shuttle, the Bajoran allowed the rear hatch to drop, staying out of sight until it touched the shuttlebay’s deck, “I’m coming out.” Just as ordered, Amata stepped into view with his hands behind his head, “We have wounded.”
Tamara stepped closer to the approaching Bajoran with her phaser drawn and aimed at his center of mass. Her long black dreadlocks made her look like a Klingon without the cranial ridges, but those familiar with the prime Sera could see the resemblance. Tamara gave Amata a supicious look and turned a nervous eye to her security team. Looking back at the Bajoran, she said, "A Bajoran, with Terrans? Looks like we have some spies." She really wanted to kill the Bajoran coming out of the shuttle, but her promise to Andrew held the trigger.
Somewhat stunned by the young woman's face, Amata stared blankly as she talked nonsense about about Bajorans, Terrans, and spies, the tension in her body language giving him a bad feeling. Signaled by her look, two of her team and roughly forced Amata's hands down behind his back, securing them with a restraint before kneeing him in the stomach hard enough to force him to bend over, but not hard enough to drop to the ground. Hooking their arms in his, the two forcefully dragged him down the ramp and away from the shuttle, were they fed him several more knees before determining he was sufficiently restrained.
Still fiddling with her seat belts, Nikki gasped at the sight of Tamara. Instantly, her eyes darted to Sera. "She looks like..."
"She looks like me..." Sera finished for Nikki, more than a bit horrified with the turn of events. Sera had just removed the seat restraints, and stood up. She put her hands behind her head and proceeded to follow Amata's lead.
"Interesting, but hardly surprising." Jeromy interjected, trying his best to remain cool and unconcerned, while in truth he was more scared than he'd ever been in his whole life.
Tamara made her way to the shuttle's ramp with purpose. Her security team was taking a bit too long in handling the situation, and she had promised things would go better this time. Once to the ramp, she pointed her phaser rifle at those still in the shuttle, and commanded, "Let's go! Hands behind your head and move it! Give me a reason to use this."
Tamara's face changed when she saw Sera. "You, who are you?" she asked with her phaser aimed at Sera. With a nervous voice, Sera replied, "Ensign Sera Williams, Starfleet."
Tamara gave a suspicious look to the woman, then delivered the shoulder rest of her rifle into Sera's stomach. Sera went to the ground in obvious pain, but was pulled back up by Tamara and pushed harshly down the ramp. "Anyone else want to try me?" an obviously flustered Tamara asked as she pointed the phaser at each of the shuttle's other occupants.
Jeromy raised his hands and carefully rose from his seat.
Sera was helped of the floor with a questionable amount of gentleness by the guards, who each shared a somewhat curious look as they noticed Sera's face. One of them got as far as asking, "Lt. Cmdr. she looks..." before Tamara had gone off on him.
With a bit of anger still in her eyes, Tamara stared daggers at Jeremy. The tip of her phaser rifle rose a bit to point at him, she simply said, "Get out." The phaser rifle shook slightly from her anger as she watched Jeremy's next move.
As the shuttle's passengers were unloaded, Tamara commanded, "Take the injured to Sick Bay, the rest will go to the brig with me."