The engineering pod exploded with a bang. Clouds of smoke and showers of sparks blew from the opening. The ship shuddered, slowing to a full stop. The lights blinked twice before dying. The control screens all went black. I coughed on the thick smoke filling the ship.
“Angie? Turner? Harken?”
“I’m here,” Harken answered. My fumbling hand found her sleeve.
“I think Turner bumped his noggin,” Angie said. “He’s out cold, but he’s still breathing.”
“Anyone have a flashlight?” Harken asked.
“There was one back in engineering,” Angie answered. “I don’t think it’s going to be any use now. If you could even find it. If you got another plan, Adrian, now’s the time to spill it.”
“I’m making this up as I go.” I found a chair and sat, trying to breathe through my sleeve. “Anyone else?”
“The computer blew,” Angie said. “Even if we could get power, we got no way to control it. Every system’s dead.”
“I wish I’d never heard of Delphi. I should have taken the job as a prison cook when Williamson offered it to me.” I slumped lower, laying my head on the desk.
“And miss all this fun?” Harken sat in the chair next to me. “I just hope someone finds our records log.”
“We ain’t gonna die, stop thinking that way. If we rewire the stations, we might be able to get something.”
I closed my watering eyes. “I doubt anything on this ship will ever work again, no matter what we do. We don’t have any light, no supplies, and no engineer.” I wished I had Angie’s optimism. “And if you say we still have each other, I’m going to hit you.”
The ship lurched as a tractor beam attached.
“We still got an emergency beacon,” Angie said.
Harken snarled. “How do we know that’s not Scorpius or some other pirate?”
“Because I sent our coordinates to the Voyager right after I got Delphi installed.” Angie beamed.
“And how do we know the traitor isn’t still on the Voyager? It might be Captain Herring.” I lifted my head, wondering why I even bothered to argue.
“Nah,” Angie said. “He should have smoked them out of their holes by now. We got the worst of them off the ship for him. Though I couldn’t tell which of you was the real traitor.”
I glared in the direction of her voice. “You mean this was all a setup?”
“Yep. Harken, Perry, and Vasha we planned on. Getting you and Turner was a bonus, for me, at least.” Angie still sounded just as chirpy.
“Don’t tell me you work for Admiral Williamson, too.”
“Captain Herring asked me. Of course, I had to get approval from my own captain to do it. Why do you think we made it so easy to steal the Odyssey? Herring wanted information on the pirates. He set himself up to get it.”
The tractor beam shut off. The Odyssey scraped across metal. We sat, blind and deaf to our location.
“Did you know about this, Harken?” I asked.
“Not a word. How did you find out about us?”
“Vasha isn’t the only computer genius in Starfleet.”
The lights blinked on as the external power supply connected. Turner groaned as he woke. Angie sat on the floor next to him. Soot streaked her face, but her grin was as wide as ever.
The door opened. Starfleet marines charged inside. I raised my hands. They swept the ship with their weapons.
“All clear,” the leader said. “But it looks like we need a medic. Man down.” He waved his hand. Two marines scooped Turner up and carried him away.
“Admiral on deck!” the one in the doorway shouted. The marines snapped to attention.
I didn’t bother. I was filthy, tired, bruised, and didn’t want to stand for anyone. Besides, I didn’t think Admiral Williamson would mind.
It wasn’t Admiral Williamson. It was a short man, with dark hair and a fat little mustache. He sniffed, delicately wiping his nose with a cloth before speaking. “I’m Admiral Tagus. Who are you?”
Harken saluted as she struggled to her feet. “Commander Rachel Harken, sir.”
Angie didn’t bother to salute or stand. “Evangeline Lewis, sir, computer specialist for the Odyssey.”
Admiral Tagus turned his glare on me.
I sighed as I stood. “Adrian Stevens, Quartermaster of the Voyager, last I checked.”
“And the others? I believe Commander Emily Perry and Ensign Vasha Gorubnikov were also on this vessel.”
Harken cleared her throat. “They’re either dead or captured by the pirates, sir.”
Tagus twitched his mustache. “Not the best news I’ve heard today, but not the worst, either. And the Delphi protocol?”
Angie handed him the chip from her pocket. “It worked exactly as you predicted, sir. The virus should permanently deactivate it within a week.”
He slipped the chip into his pocket. “Good. Ship programming has been changed on all Starfleet vessels.” He turned to leave.
“Wait a minute, sir,” I said. “Why are you here, not Admiral Williamson? He’s the one who gave me my orders.”
Tagus raised his expressive eyebrows. “Williamson was arrested three days ago by Admiral Earnest Weatherly on charges of treason. “
Personal Log 2-17: Final Resolution