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The Captain has been Misplaced

Posted on Fri Jan 27th, 2017 @ 11:25pm by Maica III 47 & Commander Angelica Fairchild

Mission: Romulan Brainwashing

Maica III was pacing the floor in a panic. She and Enalia had been sleeping together in bed like normal when there was a green sparkle and Enalia had vanished. She'd already checked with the computer and it said she wasn't aboard the Hera at all. What was she supposed to do now?

"Computer, contact Commander Fairchild. Wake her up. Tell her the captain is missing." Maica III demanded, Pausing in her pacing for only a moment.

The computer beeped Angel's emergency code, and she made a noise at it as she hid her face in her pillow. Naturally undeterred, the computer brightly beeped at her again, and Angel swore under her breath as she crawled out of bed to find out what was going on. Stumbling a bit in the dark, she went over out to the desk in the corning of the living room to read the message displayed there. Something about Enalia missing? That didn't make much sense. She was going to ignore it until she saw the originator of the message. If anyone would know something had happened to Enalia at this hour, it would be Maica III. Disabling the computer's beeping message so it wouldn't wake Sinek, Angel slipped out of the cabin and walked down the hall to Enalia's quarters, still barefoot and in her pajamas. She didn't bother ringing the chime, just overrode the door and went inside. "I swear, if this is one of her pranks, I will murder her in her sleep."

"She was TAKEN in her sleep!" Maica III yelled manicly, taking a few steps towards Angel. She too was still dressed only in a nighty. A rather revealing nighty... "We were sleeping together and there was a green sparkle, and she vanished. I don't technically sleep, but she was definitely asleep. Taken against our will! Vanished!"

"And I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for it." Angel wasn't convinced that this wasn't some joke Enalia was playing on her, but she wisely retreated away from Maica III before the exchange could turn any more heated. "What... kind of green sparkle?"

"Like a transporter beam sparkle. It was a neon green." Maica III insisted.

A neon green transporter? Angel didn't think they came in that color, but she didn't see any point in arguing about it. "Okay. Give me a second here." She felt incredibly wobbly, and she was pretty sure that was the wrong response but seeing as it was the middle of the night, she could probably be forgiven for it. "How long ago did this happen?"

"Four minutes, twenty seven seconds ago." Maica III replied. "It was Romulans, wasn't it? I heard you're looking for a Romulan ship for some reason. I bet they took her!"

Well, Romulan transporters were green, even if they weren't really neon, so that kind of made sense. Angel nodded slightly. "We've been tracking a Romulan ship, but they'd have no reason to abduct anyone in the middle of the night..."

Maica III looked at Angel exasperated. "This is the middle of space. There is no night. Just shift cycles." Picking up a tricorder from Enalia's desk, she pressed it to Angel's chest. "Here, scan the bed if you don't believe me."

"You know what I meant," Angel replied in a similarly exasperated tone. "And I didn't say I don't believe you. I do... I'm just having trouble processing this because it doesn't make sense." She caught the tricorder as Maica III let go of it and did take a quick scan of the bed, finding the faded heat signature did indeed match up with the stated time of Enalia's apparent disappearance.

"Any residual transporter stuff left? Any strange energies? And not sexual energies." Maica III pressed.

"I don't know. I'm not a scientist." There might be a transporter signature, but Angel wasn't sure. She knew the basics of using these scientific tricorders, but she generally left the details to the science officers. They were better at that sort of thing. Setting the device down, she steadied herself against the nightstand to contemplate her options. Calling a red alert in the middle of the night would cause undue panic. While Enalia was apparently gone, the ship wasn't in any danger. "We need to get a text-only message to the bridge. Tell them to raise the shields."

"Since you're now Acting Captain, that shouldn't be hard for you." Maica III replied, wringing her hands and going back to pacing. All she could do right now was worry.

"No, I suppose it shouldn't be." At least, it wouldn't be if she could get to Enalia's desk without passing out or throwing up. Angel wasn't sure which would happen, but either one was a strong possibility. Letting go of the nightstand, she wavered slightly before going over to the desk, gingerly clinging to its edge with one hand as she typed the message with the other. Before sending it, she tacked on an order to check the internal sensors as well as mid and long range external sensors for some clue of what had happened. She wanted dearly to go back to bed, but that would be irresponsible, in light of the circumstances. "I guess I'd better get dressed and go up there."

Maica III finally noticed how pale and wobbly Angel looked and rushed to her side. "Are you ok? Do you need a doctor? Your vitals are all wonky."

"My vitals have been 'wonky' for the last month or so and are likely to stay that way for another seven or eight." Angel sucked in a breath and held it, counting silently to ten before exhaling. She didn't have time to be sick right now; she had to get to the bridge... and wake her husband up. "I'll be fine in a minute or two."

"If you're sure." Maica III reached into the desk and offered a hypo, none the less. "Enalia keeps some stimulants in here if you think they might help."

Angel shook her head slightly. "A stimulant would only make it worse. What I need is metorapan, but I'll get it from Ethan once I figure out what the hell is going on."

"I think she has some of that too..." Maica offered, rummaging through the drawer a bit.

"If she has it, I'll take it. I need to get to the bridge." Usually Angel wouldn't try taking someone else's prescribed medication, but if it got her to the bridge to get this investigation underway she'd take the chance.

Rifling through the drawer, Maica III found the metorapan and handed the injector to Angel. "There it is. I think it's set for a double dose."

"Thanks." A double dose of metorapan sounded about right for what she needed at the moment, so Angel didn't mess with the injector's setting's before injecting some of the medication into her arm. It took a moment to take effect, but at least now she had a chance of actually making it to the bridge. "Do you need someone to come stay with you until we find Enalia? I can assign someone from security."

"No, I think I'll be ok enough alone. Please just find her though." Maica III pleaded. "And if she somehow is transported back, I'll let you know right away."

"I'll find her." Somehow, Angel felt like that was a hard promise to keep, but she sure as hell wasn't keeping Enalia's ship. She had enough things to worry about. Once the metorapan had taken enough of a hold, she went over to the replicator and had it produce a clean uniform in a slightly looser size than normal. She wouldn't be showing a 'baby bump' for several weeks and yet she'd still gained enough weight that all her old uniforms no longer fit... and there was no hope of any of Enalia's fitting her, pregnant or not. Taking the newly replicated uniform, she ducked into the bathroom and got dressed, running her fingers through her hair until it almost looked presentable before coming back out into Enalia's bedroom. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be on the bridge, but I can make things happen."

 

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