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Witch Hunt
-- Chapter 23
1. "This is unreal,"
Ireana thought privately. The Theites were abrasive, but not
cruel.
2. They were intuitive, but not psionic which worked in her
favor. The last hour had contained the emotional content of a
lifetime and pushed the limits of her tolerance. "I survived
M'tro-1 -- I can survive anything," she reminded herself, then she
quietly implored, "Come on, Corlos -- any time!"
3. Onimex was invisible and taking notes; this was the first time
that a Constitutional asset had ever set foot aboard an Elite
destroyer. Since they had it -- they might as well figure out how
it works. The problem was a lack of specialists. SJ's were
great pilots -- but reverse engineering was not a job
requirement. The networked saucers were resourceful, but
insufficient for this type of task.
4. The comedy of errors reached it's apex when she was brigged
with none other than Dal El. She had seen posters of him and
didn't know quite how to respond... the dreated 'Vice-Elite' brigged
aboard his own ship... with
her. When the reality set in, she stopped trying to second
guess things.
5. Dal
El intuitively interpreted a message behind her grin; possibly
a reaction to the dark comedy of
errors that they both experienced. He wasn't without his own dark
sense of humor, and being brigged aboard his own ship was definitely a
first. Her uniform was unique -- one he had never seen before.
6. He
rendered an inquisitive facial salute,
that one might expect the "Number Two" personage in Kor's
Universe to render. He knew where he was, but that did not
diminish his rank.
7.
Ireana instinctively
acknowledged Dal El's non-verbal gesture and returned one of her
own. He accepted it even though he didn't understand the
symbolism; possibly a new fraternity within a
fraternity.
8.
"She must have been really bad," he thought, "to brig her with
me?" He had no other cellmates, and the crew had to be
incarcerated somewhere.
9. Ireana was tuned-in, but maintained her stoic
disposition because it seemed to elicit more of Dal El's inner
thoughts. Had she been any less discreet it might have weakened
her tactical advantage.
10.
"She must have been quartered someplace where I never
go," Dal was thinking, "I would have given her a 2nd look if I had
known. She can't be one of the natives?" Dal was wanted by
Theos, as Kor anecdotally pointed out long ago. It made sense
that they would isolate him... "so who is this vixen, femme fatale?" he
wondered. He knew SJ SOP because he used to be one, "so how do
you explain this? She was awefully
attractive.
11. In fact, everything about her was alluringly
curious, "How did this get by me?" he asked himself.
12. "Guards!," Ireana
thought, "Is he really that taken by me?"
13. Dal El wasn't psionic by a Vejhonian standard, but
that didn't mean he was completely inept. He
could
not detect a psionic imprint from her, much less her implant-link to
Onimex. The Thite occupation
was a pretty good cover. On the other hand, she saw through him
like
a spotless glass window. She had never once attempted to 'think'
from Kor's perspective, but if she had -- Dal El would make a great
executive officer. She did not probe him nearly as deeply
as Kor did.
14. The other Elite prisoners were her biological
siblings; psychologically disfigured into something psionically
unrecognizable. Kor's hybreds were like machines whose only goal
was to please Kor. To them, the occupation was so stressful that
Ireana went unnoticed amid the psyos. They had much worse matters
on their minds. She was a teflon link near the chink in their
psionic armor; unnoticed. Dal El was actually much more calming
to her.
15. "Could she be one of Kor's special agents?" he
wondered. State Security Agents were never rostered on ship
manifests per SOP.
16. As
he tortured himself with the many possibilities, he deduced that she
had to be one of Kor's special agents. Kor planted an agent
aboard each ship to report back to him, and nobody knew who it
was. "After eliminating all other possibilities, the one
remaining, no matter how unlikely, must be the truth:" It had to be
her.
17. "So that's it then," she thought privately, "That's my
cover." If he was preceiving her in that capacity, then she would
play along, "Now... how do I pull this off?"
18.
On M'trol-1, it was said that Dal El was the shadow architect behind
Kor's
revolution;
that he was in fact, more responsible for the atrocities committed
in Kor's name, than Kor was.
19.
He was brilliant and faultlessly loyal. The fact that Kor chose
him above all others, from an Elite perspective, was
unprecedented.
20. Ireana felt relaxed enough to probe some
of the Theite occupation personnel. They were having problems
with the ship. Thousands of expert pilots and navigators
were on hand, but no engineers. They were fumbling with the
equipment
and discussing whether or not they were going to 'push' the destroyer
back into Theite space. They were attempting to tractor the ship
away from Earth's early warning grid while the saucers distracted
native first responders, "Figure out how to say 'it's a solar flare' in
their language, and shut down their electronics," Usalah ordered.
The natives couldn't see the B'lines, so a "solar flare warning" in any
Earth language might explain EMF-related malfunctions and sensor
ghosts. "DON'T hurt the non-combatants," Usalah clarified.
He did not interpret any of Earth's defenses as a meaningful
defense. The word, "Earth," did not mean anything either, for
that matter.
21. "Guards!" Ireana realized, "The acceleration
wave is off and all of this is happening in plain view...
above..." She held short of saying the name. The Theites
referred to it as Sol III and the Elite prisoners called it 'conquest
number 718.' She turned her face away from Dal El, "What
conquest number was M'tro-1?" Her mind translated the psionic
symbol for Sol III into Earth, but nobody else knew the word.
Even if she transmitted the word psionically, the transliteration would
be meaningless. Somehow, the absence of Earth's proper name from
everyone's mind seemed precognitively relevant in a future context, but
she couldn't name specifics.
22. Nobody knew M'tro-1's name either. Elite
conquests had 'numbers;' why care about names -- it's going to
disappear anyway. "What are
they afraid of?" she wondered, "What compels a species to annihilate
other
members of the same species? ...destroying whole
shells?"
23. She returned her gaze upon Dal El who made a
charming first impression, "How does someone like that, end up in a
place like this? He doesn't fit the monster stereotype," she
reasoned. Then she questioned her reasoning. "He is what he
is," she told herself, "at least he's consistent."
24. Dal didn't wear his past on his
sleeve and he had nothing to hide. In an altruist manner of
speaking, his faultless devotion to Kor made him a Saint. And
among The Elite, he was! She could
see that Kor shielded him and had appointed an Elite guard to protect
him. He didn't want his Vice Elite to be encumbered with personal
protection details. The Elite Order was described in ancient
scrolls that
nobody was allowed to see. "I bet Onimex could get those,"
she thought.
25.
Dal El was an intelligence gold mine! He had intimate
conversations with Kor and a computer-like memory. "Am I starting
to like him?" she checked
herself. It made sense why Corlos didn't abduct Dal El for the
purpose: His mind was too precise and lacked sufficient abstract
for extra-cognitive extrapolation; a virtual antithesis of Dayton's
mind. Everything Universally known about Kor's regime was Dal
El's propaganda first. Dayton, on the other hand, was entirely
abstract and answered all of the unknowns. Ireana had to pinch herself.
26. "This...defrocked Theite destroyed
M'trol-1! Maybe he didn't command of the attack, but he and Kor
are one and the same."
27.
"What's taking Corlos so long?" she interupted herself
impatiently.
28. "There's no off switch on the scrambler," she
psionically heard a Theite technician report to his boss. "Maybe
I'm safer right here," she reconsidered.
29.
After Dal El had undressed Ireana for the 40th time, the magic moment
finally came. "They know who I
am," he said in perfect Vejhonian,
"but what are you doing in here?" There was a long pause, "with
me?" He wasn't trying to be romantic; his voice just sounded that
way.
30. "Oh really?" Ireana thought, "Is that a pick-up line or a
question?"
31. Onimex interrupted, "Just maintain the
charade: Corlos knows our situation and will retrieve us once the
Theites figure out how to get the scrambler off-line."
32. "I almost forget you were still here," Ireana
complained, "which is where?" "I'm outside your cell," Onimex
answered, "I've been to all kinds of places."
33. "So, can you disable the scrambler so that we
can leave?" she asked. "It's hard-wired and passive, just like a
Cardship," he replied, "It doesn't have an off switch."
34. "Like a Cardship," she repeated. "Like a
Cardship," he confirmed. "You're in contact with Corlos?" she
asked. "The scrambler and the comm line are different," Onimex
clarified, "They won't take the chance." Ireana knew that -- she
was just anxious to leave. "The mess in this system has not
diminished either," he added, referring to the convergence of energies
at that point in space, that Corlos had sent them to monitor in the
first place.
35.
Onimex’s voice came back, "Your orders have been
amended by Daniel: You are to assist Dal El in an escape and I am to
assist you. It is imperative that your
escape appear as though
your psionic abilities alone
are responsible. Corlos calculates a
98%
chance that Dal El will assume that you are the Elite Covert Operations
agent
assigned to his ship. Elite SOP. ECO's
report directly to Kor. Dal El is not
in their chain-of-command and he knows that. Daniel
says, 'If you assume the role -- he'll believe it.'"
36. "I think I've figured that much out," Ireana
sighed, "but thanks for the confirmation. So
Daniel's involved too now?"
37. "Corlos knew that a set of anomalies would
converge at this point in space, but they didn't know what or how
many," Onimex answered. "And we can't just go back and start
over," Ireana said. Everyone knows that Corlos is chartered to
intercept and correct unnatural deviations per se, but not to change
time itself. "If it's our time -- then it's our time," they both could
hear Alma saying.
38. "It's just getting better by the minute," she
resigned. "Don't stress over this," Onimex suggested, "let me
do the
thinking
-- all you have to do is follow my lead. Trust me -- I'm not
biological."
39.
She didn't know whether to call him a 'jackass' or admire his
biocybergenic balls, "Is that a Cosmos - Chaos thing?" she asked.
"You're on..." he replied. "OK," she warned him psionically,
"I've got the ball..."
40. "Vice
Elite Dal El," Ireana said with the cold, calculated
elocution of any well-trained soldier, "I am to remove you from this
contingency."
41. Her tacit self confidence reflected one of Kor’s super
offspring
and Dal El was immediately taken by her. His suspicion was now a
fact. He let his breath out.
42. "Of course," he accepted cordially; flattered to hear her
voice. Finally, a project that he had personally
overseen,
was actually helping him in an urgent time of need.
43. Dal El was fully aware of what Kor's hybreds could do, so he
had implicit confidence in her abilities. His goal was to try not
to fall in love, "Let me
guess; if you tell me -- you have to kill me?" he
said facetiously. "If you only knew," Ireana thought. She
let her glacial stare serve as an answer, because she would have done
slightly more than simply set him inside a docking collar like a potted
plant.
44. "Vice Elite Dal
El," she said, “You must do exactly as I say until we are clear
of
this ship.” "By all means," Dal El graciously shrugged.
45. "I think I'm beginning to see the
humor in this," Onimex injected; amid the many streams of
hyper-data, he could hear Dayton's voice admonishing him to 'appologize
at
once.' Sometimes he felt haunted by his own co-located
ghost.
46. Onimex had downloaded the ship's schematic and determined the
most logical escape route, "Approach the forcefield and gesture as
though you are deactivating the field with your hand," he said.
47.
Ireana motioned for Dal El to hold fast while
she approached the forcefield. She performed a
Tai Chi motion and the forcefield deactivated. Dal El nodded in
approval. It was always impressive to see the SuperKids in
action.
48. "It's not really
deactivated," she explained, "I've only made a hole so that
we can pass
through
without alarming the guards."
49.
"Cleaver," Dal El agreed. 'And smart too.' She led him to
an exterior corridor and then
turned left, because Onimex said, "Go left."
50. The
maze through the ship practically required a computer
to navigate, which proved that she had been aboard
all
along. She led them on the least traveled, most direct path to a
utility
bay and evaded all notice enroute. The odds were staggering -- a
testament to her abilities. She made it look easy; proof of
her breeding.
51. The
utility bay was a revamped maintenance hangar occupied by two
close-range
reconnaissance
ships. There was a long-range passenger sled and a messenger ship
tethered to the upper
deck by a wench. The hanger was not inspection ready, with
disassembled appliances and minor works in-progress cluttering up the
deck space, so the Theites
ignored it too.
52. The messenger ship was the
fastest
ship in the Elite inventory. Since it had no tactical purpose, it
was tied to the ceiling because SOP required one to be aboard. It
had no weapons, frills or amenities, but it could close the gap between
points very quickly. Not as fast as a B'line, but fast enough for
Elite purposes.
53. Onimex disconnected the messenger ship's reporting system and
lowered
the ship. He completed the pre-flight, powered up and severed the
umbilical before the landing struts touched down. The
wench hook disconnected and the hatch opened, all of which seemed like
a
deft demonstration of
Ireana's
suave psionic prowess. Dal El was simply dazed by her
abilities. He had seen Kor walk through walls and knew for
certain that she was one of His.
54. With the grace and formality of an Elite
perfunctionary, Ireana extended her arm and invited Dal El to
board
first, as was customary since the docking collar episode. He was
so convinced of her authenticity that he never once considered that his
escape was staged. An enemy would not go through something this
elaborate when they already had him in the brig to begin with.
There was nothing to question regarding the motive.
55.
While the Theites were still learning how to
read the destroyers systems and schematics, Onimex disconnected the
messenger
ship's transponder and initiated the 2nd phase of his escape
plan. Technically, they were off the grid now. If a
disconnect warning alerted a console
somewhere, it would join a myriad of other
system warnings that were being ignored. Fortunately, Onimex knew
exactly which console to disconnect, and made a young navigator think
he plugged a bridge connector into the wrong port.
56. The
B'lines outside had thinned down to normal patrol formations which
meant that nobody could see them. Earth was a feint speck in the
distance
dealing with thousands of UFO reports. The SJ's were having some
fun. Earth's meteorologists attributed the unusual
excitement in the ionosphere to a solar flare.
57. Onimex sent a message
to flight ops, "We're testing an Elite sled for
evidence of industrial
espionage; and to bring additional charges against Dal El."
58. He used Usalah's transmission code which nobody would argue
with since he was the CO and IC
both.
59. Onimex engaged interdimensional
velocity before the ship cleared the utility bay; a plausible error in
an unfamiliar craft. A career ending error otherwise.
60. "Does Kor have anything that fast?" a
navigator asked, "Power up!" "Where's it going?" the weapons
officer asked. "Says it's Usalah," the pilot replied, "Should
we?" he asked. "A'zoth," the weapons officer sighed, "I
don't think he wants to race." Usalah was famous for testing new
designs, so it wasn't out of the ordinary, just curious. "Call
him to be sure!," the pilot ordered, "Outta range," nav
replied. "Frack!" the pilot shout-whispered. "We didn't see
anything!" the weapons officer suggested. Everybody sighed,
"Yeah, so stand down... what's the matter with you?" the pilot rebuked
facetiously. "Your girlfriend!" nav relied.
61. Just before departure, Onimex summoned
Usalah for his technical expertise to a
part of the destroyer that did not exist. Usalah had once claimed
that he could navigate the
entire Universe blind-folded, so it was not likely that he would ask
anyone for directions.
62. With no evidence of a pursuit, Dal El was
confident that Ireana had succeeded, "You do know
how to make an exit," he quipped. He was happy about the escape,
but dreaded explaining to Kor how he lost a destroyer. Especially
one of the new ones. It would
have been better if his ship had been destroyed, rather than captured
fully intact. To his credit, he would accept full responsibility
for the loss since he gave the order to pursue.
63. Ireana respected him more for accepting
responsibility, and then censored herself for thinking from an Elite
perspective; she was playing the part a little too well.
64.
"How's Kor going to react?" he wondered, "All of the classified
systems were taken intact." This was a catastrophic
loss, and he was in charge when it happened. He turned his
attention
back to Ireana to get his mind off of the unknown.
65. "I
will beseech the Master to decorate
you highly for this unprecedented performance," he said, "if He doesn't
kill me for
losing His ship."
66. "A true statesman," Ireana thought privately although Kor
wasn't likely to kill him. She would never forgive him for
destroying M'tro-1, but she could pity his current plight: He
was not a villain in his own eyes.
67. The very idea of thinking like an Elite
operative forced her to re-check her
premises:
"I stay alive by following orders," she reassured
herself.
68.
"And with a little improvisation," Onimex injected. She ignored
Onimex and checked for any trace of a B'line pursuit. All clear.
69. "Vice Elite
Dal El," Ireana said, feeling much more proficient, "It
appears that the enemy is not in pursuit. My authority terminates
once you are safe from all contingencies. We may proceed to a
location of
your choice."
70.
Dal El replied, "217 013 224."
71. Ireana's hand reached toward the coordinate
console and Onimex keyed
in the coordinates for
her, giving the illusion that her psionic prowess did it. Voice
interaction was still standard on civilian vessles, but the military
preferred buttons to avoid course deviations from idle jock talk during
critical maneuvers.
72. "I'm extremely impressed with your abilities,"
Dal El said. Ireana returned a courteous nod, but said
nothing more. She was a natural. "You must have been an
incredible find for Him," he said to the forward window. He was
not soliciting a response, "a well-trained masterpiece." Dal
El was accustomed to one-sided conversations with hybrids, so the
absence of
dialogue did not disturb him.
73. The new coordinates caused an asteroid
collision
warning to activate while an onboard computer plotted an evasive course
to skirt the debris.
74. The coordinates pointed to an area in the
center of the belt, but nothing was there. "Vice Elite
Dal El," came an abrasive voice, well practiced in cold formality, "The
Master
will meet you shortly
after
your arrival." "Acknowledged," Dal El replied. He
grew more pensive as the ship neared the rendezvous point. Ireana
was glad that she wasn't him.
75. "I can't answer your questions right now," Onimex said, "but
Kor knows who I am. We'll be in more
danger if I remain."
The concept of meeting Kor alone petrified Ireana, "I'm sure we're
beyond the converged anomalies," she reasoned, "why can't I be
evacuated?"
76. "Daniel wants you to stay here," Onimex
answered, "This is the closest we'll ever get to Kor. He says,
'keep doing what you're doing and you'll be OK.' I
have to
get off of this ship." He had been tipped off by his future
self.
77. Onimex increased
his dimensional shift so that he easily passed through the vessel's
hull
and
into free space. Corlos locked onto him and
accelerated his trip
home. "Goodbye," Ireana said meekly. He didn't hear
her. The next Act rested entirely upon her, and her alone.
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