Is Your Mission Vengence or Revenge? - Part Four

Posted on Sun Feb 23rd, 2020 @ 6:01pm by Fleet Captain Torilla Yamaguchi
Edited on on Sun Feb 23rd, 2020 @ 6:29pm

Mission: Mission 1: Impact
Location: Starfleet Command - Earth
Timeline: 1130Hrs - June 11th, 2388

Meanwhile, Riggs was pissed. He could see his whole world crashing down around him. He was working on emotions now. He’d tried to hail Westmoreland but was receiving no reply. He’d sent him a message, but no response had been received. He thought about commandeering the USS Ticonderoga in orbit, but that would be too obvious, and a small runabout was just too slow.

‘Never thought I’d be sitting here.’ He said to himself as he sat alone in a chemistry lab at Starfleet Academy. When he heard the Essex was in orbit, and why, he’d rushed to his office to pick up PADDs and erased logs that could further incriminate him. He didn’t even bother going home, he figured his house in Upstate New York would be crawling with Security by now. Hiding in nearly plan sight seemed the best thing to do until he could get off the planet.

‘He said he was just going to scare them…get Bremer angry enough to chase him to Remu III before eliminating him once and for all…no one was supposed to be hurt.’ Riggs thought to himself as he whipped the sweat off his brow. He looked at his PADD again, reading the names and classes of ships in orbit, and one finally jumped out at him. He walked over to the comm-panel in the lab and, cleared his throat, and opened a channel.

“USS Clamagore, this is Admiral Risshhs,” he made a static sound, “with Starfleet Command. Lock onto his signal and stand by to beam me aboard. This is a Priority Two-Alpha order.”

After a moment, a reply finally came, “Um, aye sir….Admiral. Ah, sir please be advised that our Captain and Executive Officer haven’t arrived back from their meeting at Utopia Planitia and the rest of the Senior Staff is on shore leave, we’re due to report to Utopia Planitia in three days for decommissioning.”

“Fine, fine, I’m aware. Beam me aboard and stand by to break orbit.” Riggs was pacing now, holding his PADD tightly. A minute later, he felt the tingle as the was transported up to the Miranda class refit USS Clamagore. A sixty-year-old ship, he thought it would be best to sneak out of the system.

Meanwhile, in the lounge on deck two on the USS Essex, Lt Commander Torilla Yamaguchi was seething with anger and frustration as her thoughts once again turned to torment her with images of her babies, all lying dead on morgue tables, together in death as they were in life and she pushed the images away as she sat down in a chair.

She proceeded to start writing her report, which was fairly simple to write and did not require much thought and in a short time she was finished, she drained her tasteless coffee as she rose to her feet and stalked off back to the bridge, brimming with rage as she wanted to find Riggs and then extract his confession from him.

Suddenly the officer on the science station reported "General the USS Clamagore is moving"

Andy saw the gamble on itself and played it to capture Adm Riggs "Helm... Set course to intercept... As soon as we are in range I want a tractor beam on that vessel... Comm... Notify Admiral T'Lar and Captain Clifford of our status"

Andrew and T'lar were then about to beam about when Comm told them the Essex was breaking orbit. Andrew frowned and looked at the Admiral, "So the General has taken over command of the Essex and is leaving orbit. Why the rush? The Clamagore is an old Miranda class ship and the five minutes required to beam us aboard would not have made the slightest difference to the Essex catching it."

Deela sighed, "I don't know. The death of Bremer's kids has made everyone angry. Anger causes people to make rash decisions. They've probably found Briggs and are so gun-ho to get him that I am sure they just quickly reacted. I'll talk to them later. In the meantime, let's get something to drink until they get back."

Andrew pointed down the corridor, "The nearest lounge is this way then, Ma'am. The two of them set off towards the lounge.

Clamagore, Bridge

Riggs had made his way to the Bridge to find it manned by one Ensign, a Petty Officer, and two Crewmen. They all jumped to attention when Riggs entered, each one with a confused look on their face. “Take your stations and break orbit. Set a course for Remu III and go to warp once we’ve cleared lunar orbit.”

“Um, Admiral, where is your comm-badge?” The Petty Officer asked as she down at Ops.

“Admiral we’re breaking orbit now, but there’s another ship on an intercept course, it’s the USS Essex, they are ordering us to come to a stop and prepare to be boarded.” The Ensign reported.

Riggs slumped down in the chair. He was trapped. He couldn’t outrun an Intrepid Class ship aboard a Miranda Refit. Beaming back to the surface wouldn’t do any good, the Essex would pick up the transport and have Security waiting to meet him.

“All, stop, clear the Bridge,” Riggs said as he sat up in the chair. The four crewmembers looked at each other as they slowly left the Bridge, leaving Riggs to his fate.

Uss Essex, Bridge

Torilla had moved over to the tactical station as she eagerly awaited the order to fire her weapons as she brought the phasers and torpedo launchers online and powered up the shields, clearly preparing for a fight as she smiled. 'I have you now Riggs.... you cannot hide from me...' she thought to herself as she turned her attention to the General. "Sir, he is stopping his ship and dropping his shields.... orders sir?"

As they came about to intercept the Miranda class ship he told the officer on tactics "Tractor beam... Secure that vessel!"

As the ship was under control he said "Comm open a channel to Vice Admiral T'Lar and notify her that we caught the admiral"

Yamaguchi noted the course the USS Clamagore was on as she was heading to the Remu system, she raised an eyebrow as she recalled from memory what she knew of the system, the place was home to a Cardassian shipyard and colony which an experimental prototype of a ship named USS Universal had demolished the shipyard and then had unleashed a planetary bombardment which had extinguished most of the life on the planet, she didn't recall the order in which it had happened but she did recall that several ships including the USS Pegasus-A had been assigned to that mission and the Federation force had lost two ships, one was in the first battle and the Pegasus-A was lost after the battle but what jumped off the page at her was that Admiral Bremers estranged wife had been killed there.

"Have we captured him, sir?" Torilla inquired. "Request permission to secure the Admiral... sir?" she was not the Chief of Security aboard the USS Essex and she did not wish to offend the officer in question.

"Negative... We'll leave that honor to Vice Admiral T'Lar... Just make sure he can't do anything stupid like taking his own life", answered Andy.

Starfleet Headquarters

Deela waited for a while before checking up on them, Vice Admiral T'Lar to Essex, what is your status?"

"Ma'am we have secured the Admiral and he awaits you in the brig of the ship", answered Andy "we are on our way back"

"Excellent. I cannot wait to welcome the Admiral to the Essex. T'Lar out." She then looked at Clifford, "I am so going to look forward to this."

Essex Brig

Deela entered to see Admiral Riggs sitting in her brig. She walked over to the cell he was in and stood there with her arms crossed, "I would have never thought that I would be seeing you in my brig, well, at least, not on that side of it. I understand that Penal Colonies do not take kindly to Starfleet Admirals. Now what to do with you."

Riggs just sat there, he didn't even look up at T'Lar. He was too lost in his thoughts. At this point, he hoped Bremer had killed Westmoreland. It was bad enough to be caught spreading false intel and as a possible accessory to murder. It would be far worse if Starfleet Command learned why he was aiding Westmoreland...

Deela was sure that Starfleet would soon be taking Riggs into custody but what she wanted to do was take him to Bremer and let him dole out his punishment. She was so tempted. She could sense what he was feeling. "I hope whatever Westmoreland had on you, I hope it was worth it."

Deela walked out of the brig. Lost in her thought, she ended up on the bridge. She relieved Jones and took her seat. Captain Clifford joined her. "Contact Admiral Nechayev that we have Admiral Riggs and we're ready to transfer custody to them."

Torilla Yamaguchi checked the short-range sensors as she watched the Miranda class ship, which was safely ensconced inside the tractor beam from the USS Essex like a mother holding her child, as she thought that she let out a soft sigh as she realized what this mission had cost her personally, her demons which had always been powerful had taken on a whole new degree of strength over her because of the mental images of her children, slain in an act of evil and lying side by side in a morgue somewhere.

She dismissed the image and with a smile as she watched the Miranda class ship float in space, she banished her demons back to the dark places in the back of her mind where such things belonged. 'Go back to your hell.. demon' she thought as she did so. "Order sir?" she inquired as she looked at Vice Admiral T'Lar who had returned to the Essex.

"As soon as Nechayev's Security team has beamed back to Starfleet headquarters with Admiral Briggs, we will be leaving Earth. Make sure that the transfer goes right. I don't want anything to go wrong."

Yamaguchi smiled wolfishly, her one main desire in this assignment given form. "I'll take great pleasure in that sir... consider it done, permission to leave the bridge."

"Permission granted." Deela sat down in her chair and wondered about the
Pegasus and how they were doing...