Mitch Nemo

Second Mission: The Delivery (Part 2.4 – Hitchhikers) #Amalgaverse Garak enters the briefing room carrying two cups of tea, Early Grey, hot, and takes a seat across from its sole other occupant, Algernon.  Garak smiles amiably and notes: “Forgive me, I’m a tailor by trade and can’t help but notice.  That armor is magnificent.  Hand-riveted and fitted to the man. I do admire a gentleman of refinement, especially one who’s had to make his way in a rough trade.” “Kind of you to say,”replies the burly merc.  “It has served me well in my travails through the Hadrion Sector.”  Then, dropping the pleasantries: “If you’re here to repeat the Captain’s terms, I’m afraid my answer hasn’t changed.” “Oh, I’m not here on the Captain’s behalf,”Garak informs him.  “I’m here on yours.  Your employer will, no doubt, soon be wondering what you’ve told us.” Algernon is unfazed by the subtle threat: “Men in our trade are arrested every other week, old chap.  Starfleet can announce we’ve sung like Vaborian string birds, and no one worth fearing will believe a word of it.” “From Starfleet, certainly not,”agrees Garak.  Then, leaning in conspiratorially: “But scurrilous rumors of that sort have a way of finding the whisper network of underground back channels.  THOSE command the proper attention.” Algernon’s eyes narrow: “And you claim to have such contacts?” Garak throws his hands up in mock surrender and sits back, all smiles.  “Of course not.  I’m just plain, simple Garak.  A humble tailor.” Algernon relaxes.  A beat. Then Garak, as if struck by a thought: “Speaking of which, when you inevitably make your way back to the Hadrion Sector, give my regards to Glaxnor the Miscreant.” Algernon shifts uncomfortably in his tiny chair.  “Glaxnor?  You know Glaxnor?” “Only professionally.  I made him a coat of Betazoid silk last season.  He was thrilled with the results.”  A knowing smile.  “Please, do tell him I asked after him.” Algernon considers.  Then talks.  He reveals that he and Mira were hired through a faceless go-between, but the payment came from a Klingon Great House.  He lowers his voice: “Our employer was most insistent that this Harven Zax be taken alive.  He’s carrying something of theirs, you see.  A secret worth a war.  And before they kill him, they mean to learn who else he’s shared it with.”   He adds that they were given the coordinates of the cruiser transporting Zax, only to drop out of warp far too close to a black hole, which is where the Enterprise found them.  Garak finds this odd.  The cruiser’s engines failed without warning.  So how did anyone know where to find it? Meanwhile, on the bridge, Kirk is awaiting an update from Garak when, suddenly, the ship shudders.  Scotty flags an energy drain which Data traces to the nacelles.   Data uses the hull sensors to build a composite image of the ship’s exterior, revealing: Both nacelles crusted with glittering green growth, creeping down the pylons and across the engineering hull, climbing the neck towards the saucer. Whatever it is, it’s alive.  And growing. Data finds a match in an old Vulcan survey entry: subspace organisms that feed on warp fields.   Unfortunately, the entry offers no solution.  The survey crew documented the infestation as it consumed their ship, but never found a way to stop it.  Their log was recovered by a salvage crew that found the ship adrift and drained of all power, the organisms long gone. How do you deal with them? A) Starve them.  Drop out of warp and let the nacelles go cold.  It will cost hours the Enterprise can’t spare, and nobody knows how long these things can last without feeding. B) Burn them off.  Rig the ship to hit her own nacelles with a baryon sweep.  It could strip them clean, but the sweep might also damage the warp coils the ship needs to deliver Zax on time. C) Flush them off.  Vent warp plasma through the nacelles and blast them loose.  The ship will lose plasma it needs to stay at speed, and the trail it leaves will lead anyone hunting Zax straight to the Enterprise. Choose! Recruit a crewmate. Share this with a fellow fan! Then TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS so that you don't miss a step on this mission! See below for our Previously On recap - or check out the glorious Amalagaverse website: amalgaverse.link/index.html by @ugorur Today's post is dedicated to the memory of the late, great Sir Patrick Stewart. Engage.

Second Mission: The Delivery (Part 2.3 – The Mercs) #Amalgaverse The Enterprise is en route through the Klingon corridor, bound for the rendezvous.  While Data works on Dunsel down in engineering, you check in on your two other guests. In the briefing room, under guard, sit the two mercs you rescued from the black hole’s event horizon. As you settle in, Mira, the wild-eyed old pirate, twitches in her chair, pounds the table and launches into something only barely resembling language: “Aaaar!  Ye frontin’ tall, but lemme ‘splain.  Ye bet yer vee we gunnin’ fer a tract, lest we go no talk-talk!” Beside her, her hulking partner, Algernon, speaks up, in a deep, cultured voice nobody expected: “Do forgive my associate.  Her command of the language is, shall we say, impressionistic.  What she is endeavoring to convey is that we should be delighted to arrive at some mutually agreeable arrangement.  A quid pro quo, if you will: the information you so clearly desire in exchange for our liberty.” What do you do? A) Make the deal.  Let them go free at the next port and get your answers now, trusting that the information is worth it. B) Refuse the deal.  Send them back to the brig to think about it, then hand them over to the authorities at the rendezvous if they still haven’t cooperated. C) Send in Garak.  Let him have a quiet word with them.  He may get the truth without a bargain, but there’s no telling what methods he’ll use or what it might cost you with Kirk. Choose! Recruit a crewmate. Share this with a fellow fan! Then TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS so that you don't miss a step on this mission! See below for our Previously On recap - or check out the glorious Amalagaverse website: amalgaverse.link/index.html by @ugorur