“Welcome to Fleet Intel,” said a Fleet Commander, “I’m CMDR Will Johnson. Come with me please. LTJG Taylor, we’ll call for you when were done.” LTJG Taylor left and CMDR Johnson took them into a small briefing room.
“Captain Timmons, we want you to trail one of the Indigo Consortium freighters when it makes its next run. The Manchu Warrior will be leaving Secundus on the 15th of this month. That gives you a few days for some modifications and four days to get there. We want you to trail the Manchu Warrior such that they never know you are there. We also want you to trail them so that anyone else trailing them doesn’t know you are there, either.”
Timmons asked, “Is there anything about this situation that you want to tell me, Commander? Following a freighter doesn’t require much from me and my crew. What else is going that on I should know about?”
“Relax, Captain, I didn’t bring you here just to tell you what could have been put in a one page deployment order. We have more information to give you. You are not to share it with your crew. Only the two of you can know of this information until you are on your second day of patrol.”
He fixed them both with a withering stare. “Do you understand?”
They both nodded their understanding.
“Alright, members of the Indigo Consortium board of directors have been conspiring for some time with the K’Rang. As you stumbled onto, the voyages of the consortium’s freighters have been the method they have been using to transfer information in exchange for flame stones.”
“Mr. Delphant‘s death was in retaliation for the loss of the data you intercepted. We have been able finally to break the cypher on the information you brought us. It appears that there is a great deal more information there beyond just the technical information on the Blakes’ inventions.”
“The consortium has been selling inside information on fleet deployments, composition, personalities, weapons developments, and other details. We think we have a solid lead on the source of the leaks. We also know that he needs to deliver one more block of data to a K’Rang courier. The K’Rang used Delphant’s death to convince this individual they were serious. We will close the noose on that individual shortly after you move out on patrol.”
“We expect the Manchu Warrior to make a rendezvous with a K’Rang ship carrying their courier to receive the last data block. They will probably do it like the way you saw and interfered with, or they may not. Either way, we expect an exchange to be made on the next run of the Manchu Warrior. We will have Fleet Intel teams on the ground at all of their port calls. They will take care of the courier if the exchange happens on the ground. You are to take care of it if it happens in space or if the courier slips by our cordon.”
“Your mission is to capture the K’Rang courier alive, with the data. You are not to interfere with the information exchange this time. It is imperative, however, that you take the courier alive and return him here. To that end, we will be sending you out with a special device in your weapons bay. It will be an electromagnetic pulse, or EMP, weapon. It's designed to fire a very precise EMP charge, thereby frying any circuitry in its path. The beam is very focused, so that none of your circuits will be harmed. You will use it to disable the ship carrying the K’Rang courier. It won’t hurt the crystal data storage devices the K’Rang use, so the data will be safe. We will install a retractable assault docking collar in the rear of your weapons bay in the space dock. A boarding party will use it in breaching the courier’s ship’s hull.”
Timmons was just about to speak, when CMDR Johnson continued.
“You will embark a Marine platoon to act as your boarding party. They will be equipped with lethal and non-lethal weaponry to quickly subdue any forces on board the courier’s ship and snatch the courier. The platoon leader has been handpicked for this mission, as have the platoon members. They've been training for over a month.”
“You'll get meet the platoon tomorrow. We'll shuttle you to Gagarin, to the Marine Special Operations Training Center, and introduce you. We have a special demonstration set up for you to show the effectiveness of our techniques. It's important that you have faith in the abilities of your boarding party.”
“Captain, do you have any questions?”
LCDR Timmons said, “Sir, the Vigilant is not that big a ship. We don’t have a brig. How many prisoners do you expect we’ll have to haul back here? How far away do you anticipate we will be when we grab them?”
“Well, Captain, it could be as few as one and as many as five or more. You could be ten or more days away.”
Well, conditions will be pretty austere, but we can handle that. Do I have to wait until I’m in space dock to modify a space as a brig, or can I start now? If I have my crew work on it now, it can be ready before we lift off.”
Commander Johnson mulled that over for a few seconds and said, “You can have your crew start now, but don’t tell them what it is for. Tell them you will be picking up some prisoners and bringing them back for court martial.”
Timmons nodded his assent and asked. “Kelly, how about you? Any questions or concerns?”
“No, sir. I might have some when I see the demonstration tomorrow, but nothing at this time.”
CMDR Johnson said, “Good, then I’ll call LTJG Taylor to escort you out of the building.”
LTJG Taylor met them at the double doors and led them down the elevator and out of the building. They walked in silence to a waiting shuttle and rode back to the Vigilant.
When they reached the Vigilant, LCDR Timmons ordered Chief Watson to start fabricating a brig to hold up to six prisoners in the port stores bay. He told him that they would be picking up the prisoners to bring them back for court martial. He told him to make up a fully enclosed separate space to lock up one of the prisoners that would be testifying against the others. He told the chief that the prisoners were politically sensitive and to limit information to the absolute minimum. When Chief Watson started to ask a question, LCDR Timmons just told him firmly to follow his orders. Chief Watson was an old school chief. He said “Aye aye,” and carried out the order without further question.
Timmons motioned Kelly into his ready room.
“I’ll hold off on telling the Chief that we'll have about thirty guests on board, in addition to the prisoners, until we get up to space dock. We’ll just open up the starboard stores bay and install bunks. You'll have to bunk with the lieutenant. Pull down the overhead bunk in your cabin for him. We’ll put the senior NCOs in with the chiefs. The rest will go into the stores bay. Stack them three high. Better lay on some extra rations.”
“Aye Aye, sir. I think we are okay on rations. We still have about a month and a half’s worth of rations in the stasis lockers from our last patrol.”
“Okay, lay on two weeks’ more rations to give us a full two months worth. Don’t get anything fancy. We’ll feed this to the prisoners. Read up on what the K’Rang eat.”
Kelly excused himself, went back to his quarters, and researched K’Rang dietary needs. He was not surprised to find their preferred diet was proteins, mainly fish and meats, raw or cooked. Vegetables were only a minor part of their diet. He laid on two weeks worth of some of the poorer cuts of meat and fish for the prisoners and arranged to receive them in space dock.
When Kelly finished the requisitions, he looked up at the clock, realized how late it was, and turned in. The trip to Gagarin was the next day.
The next morning, Kelly got up early and went off to breakfast. Kelly joined the captain, and they ate quietly together. LCDR Timmons read the news on his pocket terminal during the meal and didn’t say much. Kelly shared his mood and did the same. Wisely, none of the Vigilant crew that entered the mess hall came over to sit with or near them.