Post 562) The Invisibles

Stardate: 71122.2000
Title: The Invisibles
Author: N’Dura
Scene: Shuttlebay
Time: Current

Lair stood with her hands on her hips. “Lt. Biggs is right – that shuttle is good for nothing but used parts.”

“Chief… mind letting us know what you have in mind?” Fox asked. She had read somewhere in one of Blane’s files that N’Dura had a reckless streak.

“Can it make it to the planet’s surface?” N’Dura asked Kellyn.

“In one piece?” Kellyn responded. “Yeah.. but it might be a one-way trip.”

“That’s fine… we’re going to fake a crash landing.”

“I don’t think you’ll need to fake anything.” Fox commented.

N’Dura ignored the comments. “Fox… you need to look more… roughed up… hand me your jacket.”

Fox obliged, handing her uniform jacket over to the Klingon. N’Dura removed her phaser and shot a few bursts creating a couple of scorched patches, then handed it back to the Operations Officer.

Margolis looked at her jacket in disgust. As she shrugged it back on… N’Dura went inside and pulled out the two back seats, tugging and pulling them from their anchors , then tossing them out the hatch onto the shuttlebay floor. Then she checked out the retractable roof, opening and closing it several times. This shuttle had been designed for emergency ejection seating.

“And just where are we supposed to sit?” Biggs asked.

“You’re piloting… Margolis will sit in the nav position. I’ll take the floor.” N’Dura

“Suit yourself.” Lair said. “But I warned you… this shuttle isn’t safe.”

“Safe is a four-letter word, Commander.”

Biggs and Fox looked at each other with a “what’s that supposed to mean?” expression.

“Commander, if there’s nothing else, we’ll need those bay doors open.”

Moments later, Kellyn was seated at the shuttle bay command post.

“We’ll forego departure procedures, Commander.”

The doors opened slowly, the shuttle powered up and with a slight tilt, they departed into space.

Kellyn shook her head. *I just know I’m going to have to go after them,* she thought to herself.

N’Dura was counting on it.

=^=

The planet came into view. A pathetic little planet with very little temperate area… but a planet nonetheless.

Flying low and crooked, and not on purpose… Biggs picked out a bank of trees on a fairly rough patch of land about 5 miles east of the compound where the hostages were last known.

The shuttle came to a screeching halt kicking up a cloud of dust in the infertile soil.

The three occupants disembarked.

“Think they noticed us?” Fox asked sarcastically.

“Are you kidding? You came through the atmosphere like an elephant in a china shop. Look at the trail of smoke." Fox declared.

N’Dura pulled a couple of pairs of sun-glass cases from her backpack and gave a pair to Biggs. “Here, put these on.”

“Ray Bans?” Biggs said donning the aviator style shades.

“Ray Bends, actually. Go ahead and touch the left arm.” She instructed.

Biggs felt along the arm and felt the small button… pushing it, he suddenly disappeared.

N’Dura smiled. Courtesy of Dr. Cobinsky. I confiscated them from him during his last visit. They’re from the future.”

“So that’s how he gets on and off the ship without being detected.” Fox said, both admiringly and maddeningly.

“N’Dura smiled knowingly and put on her own pair.”

Before activating the invisible shield, N’Dura instructed… “When the Ikiian security detail shows up to investigate, tell them we ejected. Then… Biggs and I will follow you, right into the compound…”

“Why didn’t you just let us in on the plan before we left? Fox asked.

“Because… Lair Kellyn would have these glasses in her lab and there would be no away mission to rescue Biggs' family.”

“And you never reported having them, either, right?” Biggs asked.“Dr. Corbinsky and I have an understanding” she replied locking eyes with Fox Margolis.

Then she disappeared.

Lt. Commander N’Dura
Chief of Security
USS Independence