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Cmdr Waterhouse & Rev Waterhouse - "Even If You Try And Hold Me Back"

Posted on 2016-07-25 20:45 by Captain Amelia Waterhouse & Reverend Noah Waterhouse
Edited on on 2016-07-26 14:27

Mission: Black, White & Red All Over
Location: Penthouse, SF, Earth

The first thing Amelia did when she got herself together again was call Noah, to find out when he'd last seen Rik. Turned out that her Gumshoe hadn't even made it to The Pelican to check in on the efforts to locate the Admiral seen in the head of the man who'd called himself Luc Oldman. Noah did mention that both Aldridge and Refelian had disappeared, which confirmed what Sienna had already reported.

"Who else, beyond our missing people and my crew you've talked to, know about all this?" She leaned close to the comm screen, speaking softly. She could only assume she'd been bugged, but she hoped that whoever was listening in could tell that she was trying to contain things. Make them believe she was complying with what the asshole had demanded of her.

"Vash and Fabla know a little, but mostly just about the mark that Aldridge had pointed us at as our in," Noah answered with a shrug. "And that we intended to waltz into Intel's HQ for some info gathering..." Noah bit his lip as he looked at his sister. Her eyes were still a little red, she was clearly angry, and when he had admitted at the beginning of the call he hadn't seen Rik yet, it seemed like the answer she'd been expecting even if it wasn't the one she wanted. "What's going on?"

"Let's just say that we have to bury what we're doing, or Rik pays the price," she admitted, swallowing hard to prevent further reaction. Noah watched her face in a long moment of silence, and finally pulled his colander off his head to run his fingers back through his hair.

"This is my fault, I shouldn't have brought Aldridge to you... I just didn't know who else could help. And it didn't even help him-"

"We don't know for sure anything's happened to him yet, the report and article I saw were dated for tomorrow. Maybe we can find him, and-"

"And risk Rik's safety by interfering, and maybe not even succeed at helping Aldridge." Noah took a deep breath. "Something like this, I'd go to Dad for advice normally... but who knows what these people will do if we pull Mum and Dad into it. You said the shadow king already threatened them."

"He did, as well as you," Amelia admitted. "I'm only talking to you about it because you're already involved. You know if anything happens to either of us, Mama would not stop until she took these guys down or she died trying. Which while it would make a wild holonovel... like that old movie Mama showed us, Kill Ben or something?"

"Kill Bill. And yeah, this sort of thing makes an interesting holonovel, but who wants to live it?" Noah pulled his flask out of his jacket, and took a quick nip from it. "I'd offer, but Dad hasn't figured out how to pass a flask through the comm yet." He half grinned, hoping to provoke a laugh, but Amelia's expression didn't change. "So, what's the plan?"

"Bury it. All of it," Amelia said, though her fingers danced on the controls of the comm. An encrypted text channel opened and she quickly input a message without it displaying on the screen: We'll meet in Golden Gate Park to discuss it among those involved. I need to get Dad into the penthouse to check the security and sweep for bugs. Gotta assume I'm bugged here, especially that PADD shadow king left behind.

"Vash is going to require a serious bribe to keep quiet, Fabla shouldn't be a problem though. I, uh, hate to ask, but can you spare any, er, medical equipment..." Noah scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin, inputing a response on his terminal: When and what area? I'll bring cold brew raktajino, I think we'll need it. It displayed in low contrast colors across the bottom of the comm display for Amelia to read, and disappeared with a tap of her fingers as soon as she had.

"She's still on you about your med bay? Give me a list of what she's asking for, and I'll see what we can get away with misplacing," Amelia answered, shaking her head as her fingers danced again: 10:00, Japanese gardens. "Dad warned you those Orions were going to be your death. I don't want to find you strung up in your own hold because you can't keep in front of this one."

"Deep down, she's just a marshmallow. Promise. Just don't tell her I said so," Noah insisted with a laugh, and Amelia shook her head. "Fabla and Harper are still out hunting, I'll call them back since we don't need to continue down that path."

"Just keep your head down when you do. Once we get everything sorted out you might want to leave Fed space for a bit. See if maybe you can find another Klingon planet to get marooned on for a while?" Amelia managed to give Noah a half-hearted grin to go with the joke, and he laughed.

"Maybe I'll discover another new species too. Could be they'll even name this one for me..."

"Stowing away on your ship doesn't count as discovering them."

"I don't mean Mikey and his mum, I mean the toothy little pirates," he insisted. "If they weren't so protected to study, I'd go back for a visit."

"That would be just great. We provoke some human version of the Tal Shiar, then you get yourself incarcerated for messing around in Klingon space. Do you know how hard it is to break someone out of a Klingon penal colony? You'd seriously owe me, and I'd probably let you sit and think about it until Mama finds out and rallies the troops." Amelia shook her head. "I need some shut eye. I'll keep you in the loop."

"One thing right quick, what's the story with Lily?"

"Her transfer? It had seemed a done deal for her assignment on my crew, then someone decided she was needed somewhere else more and they assigned me someone straight out of the academy instead to take that opening."

"You don't think it was anything to do with all this?" Noah waved a hand about vaguely, and Amelia shook her head.

"The orders don't have any of the finger prints of these guys on them. I'm sure it's unrelated," Amelia said, though she hadn't even had the chance to consider the possibility. The orders had come through during the trip back to Earth, before the meeting with the stranger and Rik being taken. She knew Noah had a fondness for Lily, and she didn't want to worry him. "They just needed experienced medics for some relief mission into the gamma quad. I'm sure you'll hear from her when she's settled in."

"I'll ask the Flying Spaghetti Monster to keep an eye on her and Rik both," Noah said with a sigh. Amelia tried to give him an encouraging smile, but it fell a bit flat. "What are you going to tell Mum and Dad?"

"That he found some lead on his sister, or something like that. What to tell my boss that won't completely kill his career, and won't provoke these shadows further... That's a bit harder." She cradled her forehead in her hand and closed her eyes.

"Get your sleep, I'm sure you'll be able to think clearer after you do."

"I hope so. This just cuts deep, you know? I know that things happen in Starfleet, but I also felt like as long as he and I were back to back, we could take on anything..."

"If there's any way to get-"

"No. If they even think I'm trying to do anything but what they want, he said they'd kill Rik and broadcast it on that- the fucking PADD for me to see." She gestured at Rik's couch where the PADD lay face down. Mikey ran over to the couch, jumping up to stand in top of the device and growl. Amelia sighed. "Okay, I'm going to try sleeping now."

"You'll find a way through this. Convince this guy he's got what he wants do he'll give Rik back." Noah wanted to give his sister a hug, cheer her up somehow, but he knew the one thing that could do that, he couldn't do. "Call if you need anything, okay?"

"Thank you." She reached out to close the channel, and whistled to Mikey. "Come along, trouble," she said as she stood, and the little green fox bounded to her side, following her out of the office.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Commander Amelia Waterhouse
Commanding Officer
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819

NPC by Amy: Rev Noah Waterhouse, Pastafarian Minister and Artist

 

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