Tide of the Red Menace - Part Three

Posted on Fri Mar 20th, 2020 @ 4:20pm by Lieutenant Commander Lindsay Watseka & Lieutenant Martin 'Pharma Bro' Shkreli

Mission: Mission 103: The Rumblings of Discontent
Location: Sickbay - USS Solemn Penance
Timeline: 1100Hrs - August 26th, 2393

Lindsey Watseka could feel herself waking up as if rising from the dead. "Mmmmm..." she let out a soft moan as the air escaped her lungs, as she exhaled loudly, before inhaling a breath of fresh, clean air as her husband loomed over her as if ready to land on her. "Wake up Lindsey..." he commented softly. "Lindsey... Wake up!" he raised his voice but not into a shout. "Lindsey!" he tried again.

Lindsey Watseka's eyes snapped open as she took in the light almost instantly, the brilliance was something that she found blinding, she closed her eyes tightly as her husband reduced the lighting in the room to help her adjust. "Okay. Lindsey. I have good news and bad news... You've been under some serious sedation so you might feel a little off." Watseka explained to his wife. "There has been a mutiny." he decided to give her all the bad news all at once.

"Mutiny!" Lindsey Watseka responded loudly. "Who?" she added. "John... Who did it...?" Watseka addressed her husband directly.

John Watseka knew his wife, he knew how she thought and how she operated. He knew it was best to tell her otherwise she'd get angry and she needed to be kept calm, if only for the next few minutes, mostly so he could find her some clothing and the like. "Martin Shkreli led a mutiny against Captain Brevik, something about weapons of mass destruction targeted against a civilian colony." there was something in Watseka's tone of voice, he didn't believe it and it was showing too.

Lindsey slowly opened her eyes as she regarded her husband with a curious look. "You disbelieve it." it was a statement and phrased as such.

"Of course I don't believe it. You told me that Captain Brevik was a good man, a good leader and the man you wanted to serve with, you'd known him for years and you know how he operates. Frankly, I happen to like the man so I was hoping he would be given a chance to explain himself." Watseka answered his wife with a long-winded statement of his own. "Same with Bart DeCrescents, he's all locked up for what the Doctor said he did to you..." he shared that little juicy piece of wisdom with his wife while he expected her to meltdown with apocalyptic rage for what had taken place on her ship, her home and to her friends.

"It wasn't him. DeCrescents I mean... It was the Doctor... It was always the Doctor and nobody else..." Watseka answered her husband's statement with a response of her own. "He slipped me something in the lunch he made for me, I didn't check it... I didn't think I needed to be paranoid against our own..." as she lay supine on her back.

Watseka opened the tricorder in his right hand as he ran it down her frame. "Alright, try sitting up... but be gentle about it." as he closed his tricorder before he gently assisted his wife to a seating position. "You should have been a doctor," she commented in a rather dry tone of voice.

"I double as a therapist and medic, yours," Watseka commented as he smiled at his wife as his smile faded, he gently took her hand and he helped guide her to a sitting position. "And the kids of course."

"There's more..." Watseka addressed her husband. "What is it?" as she regarded him with a look that could have said a great many things.

Watseka paused. "There is no easy way to tell you this... So I'll give you the good news first... I got enough evidence to lock Skherli up until the heat death of the universe." he paused as he tried to smile but he failed. "The bad news...-" Watseka sighed softly as he knew what he was about to tell his wife would dramatically affect their lives, their relationship, both working and otherwise as well as their family. "-is what he did to you."

Watseka paused as she looked at her husband, she raised an eyebrow as she waited for him to explain himself. "Go on..."

Watseka sighed softly. "I found evidence of seminal fluids inside you," he commented as he gently took her hand in his. "Yet there are no obvious signs of rape."

"He raped me?." Watseka asked her husband in a rather soft tone of voice.

"I believe that he did." Watseka gently placed his hands onto his wife's shoulders. "The trouble is since there is no obvious trauma, he'll argue it, he could even get an acquittal if this goes to trial," Watseka explained to his wife, her shoulders slumped. "It doesn't matter, he committed a mutiny, they'll nail him for life for that one." she slowly smiled. "Now, it's my job to go and deal with him."

"Alright, since I know I can't stop you from going out in harm's way, before you do, at least eat something, drink something and go to the bathroom." Watseka regarded his wife. "First, let me brief you on the particulars," Watseka added. "The entire crew have been pinned down in the various hanger bay, for fear of being spaced, they are all in the support craft, starfighters, and shuttles.

"Ouch..." Watseka answered softly. "I assume Skherli is fully in command now?"

"He is. Yes." he paused. "My next move after busting you out of here is to go and rescue Bart DeCrescents."

"What's ironic is that he is accused of raping me. But you said there was no physical evidence, I feel no pain..." the tall female answered with a nod. "The accusation will not stick in the slightest." as she smiled. "Let me get something to eat or drink."

Watseka nodded his head in agreement and he went about fulfilling his wife's simple request. He came back a few minutes later with two sausage rolls on a plate and a glass of water. "You've not had any serious food in your system for the better part of two days," he explained to her as she began to eat the food that he had brought for her.

"I assume you are going to want to track Skherli down and deal with him?" Watseka inquired of his spouse, she had her mouth full of food so she nodded in silence before she finished eating the mouthful of food. "Mmmm... I want to cram my size eleven boot up his ass," she commented. "Where are my clothes?"

"Probably in the garbage. Knowing our luck." Watseka answered evenly.

"Alright. So first move?" she regarded him with a smile. "Make sure the civilians are alright... Then spring Bart from his cage and then... we take care of Traitor Shkreli."

Watseka nodded in response, he liked his wife's plan. "I'll go down to engineering and see if I can't take the core offline, send Bart to give me a hand would ya?"

"Willdo." and with that, she polished off the last of her food and water, before she slid her lithe form over the side of the bed and she stood up, she felt a little wobbly but she could walk. "Alright, I'll go out the back way since I'm wearing next to nothing," she commented.

Watseka smiled as he regarded his wife. "There is probably nobody wandering the halls anyway. Good hunting."

"You too." and with that, the two parted company as she slipped off one of the covers to the crawlspace network and she was gone moments later. Watseka lifted a rifle and out the front door he went.